Before Wei Ying, each day was regimented. Each day was the same. Lan Wangji always knew what to do, where to go, how to work and study in the ways that were expected of him. Uncle was proud of him. Xiongzhang worried about him. All of it seemed instantly, terrifyingly fragile, undone in a single night.
He drinks another mouthful of tea and says, "That came first. And then he was clever and kind, too." Those words are inadequate. Wei Ying's mind worked in a way Lan Wangji had never seen before. He could see around problems, under and through them; if the text gave four answers to a proposed dilemma, Wei Ying would invariably propose a fifth, something no one had ever thought to propose before. He wanted to help fix every problem, even the ones that didn't exist. He wanted to talk with everyone he met. "I wanted not to love him. I knew that loving him would reorder everything."
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Date: 2024-07-26 09:53 pm (UTC)He drinks another mouthful of tea and says, "That came first. And then he was clever and kind, too." Those words are inadequate. Wei Ying's mind worked in a way Lan Wangji had never seen before. He could see around problems, under and through them; if the text gave four answers to a proposed dilemma, Wei Ying would invariably propose a fifth, something no one had ever thought to propose before. He wanted to help fix every problem, even the ones that didn't exist. He wanted to talk with everyone he met. "I wanted not to love him. I knew that loving him would reorder everything."