Wei WuXian suddenly murmured, "... Lan Zhan."
He reached out and grabbed one of Lan WangJi's sleeves. Lan WangJi had always been beside him. He immediately bent down and whispered, "I am here."
Wei WuXian hadn't woken up yet. His eyes were still tightly shut, yet his hand didn't let go either. He seemed to be dreaming, muttering, "... Don't... Don't be angry..."
Lan WangJi seemed somewhat surprised. His voice was gentle, "I am not angry."
Wei WuXian, "... Oh."
Hearing this, as though he finally felt assured, his fingers loosened.
Lan WangJi sat beside Wei WuXian for a while. Seeing that he was motionless again, he was about to stand up when Wei WuXian grabbed him with his other hand, hugging his arm and refusing to let go. He shouted, "I'll go with you, quick, take me back to your sect!"
Lan WangJi widened his eyes.
After he shouted, Wei WuXian seemed to have shouted himself awake. His long lashes trembled before he slowly opened his eyes. After his sight finally went from blurred to clear, he suddenly realized that both of his hands were wrapped around Lan WangJi as though he was grasping a straw, clutching a floating piece of wood within water.
He immediately let go, almost wanting to roll away. His movement was so large that it hurt the wound at his stomach. He exclaimed an 'ah' as he scrunched his brows, finally remembering that he was still injured. Amid the stars before his eyes, Jing Ling, Jiang Cheng, Jiang YanLi, Jiang FengMian, Madam Yu... Many faces spun around in a large circle.
Lan WangJi held him down, "The wound at your stomach?"
Wei WuXian, "The wound? It's fine, it doesn't hurt..."
After Lan WangJi settled him down, he lifted his clothes. Wei WuXian's stomach had been bandaged properly already. After the bandages had been peeled away, he could see that the wound had healed. On his legs, the curse mark had disappeared as well.
Wei WuXian, "How long have I been resting for?"
Only having ensured that his injuries were indeed fine did Lan WangJi finally let him go, "Four days."
Jin Ling's sword stabbed right through. The wound hadn't been shallow at all. How it healed within four days without even leaving a scar behind meant that high level medicine of the GusuLan Sect had to have been necessary. Wei WuXian thanked him, mocking himself along the way, "I've reincarnated but somehow I've become even weaker. I couldn't keep going after just a single stab."
Lan WangJi's voice was tepid, "Nobody would be able to keep going after a stab through the body."
Wei WuXian, "That's not true. If I was in the body from my past life, even if half of my intestines were dangling out, I'd be able to stick them back in and continue fighting."
Seeing that right after he woke up he began to speak nonsense again, Lan WangJi shook his head and turned away. Wei WuXian thought that he was going to leave. He hurried, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Don't go. I was talking nonsense, my fault, but don't ignore me."
Lan WangJi, "Even you are scared of others ignoring you?"
Wei WuXian, "I am, I am."
He hadn't experienced the feeling of having somebody at his side when he had gotten hurt and woke up for a long time.
Two swords were worn at Lan WangJi's waist. He took off Suibian and passed it to him, "Your sword."
Seeing the sword, Wei WuXian first hesitated. He quickly replied, "Thank you."
