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"Long time no see Lan Wangji." I say.
He just stares at me. I grab a bottle. He runs up and feels the hole in me.
"Wei Ying, what happened to you?" He asks looking up at me.
I look at him in surprise.
"Where's your headband?" I ask.
"What happened to you?" He asks again.
"Arrow marks and poison burns." I shrug.
"Wei Ying, I'm so sorry." He says.
"For what? You didn't poison me." I say.
"It was the Grand Master of the Lan Clam." He says.
I almost drop the bottle.
"Your uncle poisoned me?" I ask.
"Yes... with the help of my... brother." He says.
"Great. Am I popular." I turn.
He grabs my arm.
"You really don't blame me?" He asks.
"Fuck no." I push him back.
I look at him.
"Sorry. I am a little drunk." I cough.
"A little?" Lin Yo flies to my ear.
"I told you to leave." I say.
"I had to make sure you weren't drinking." Lin Yo shrugs.
I roll my eyes.
"Okay, so you told me, I'll make sure to kill them." I say.
I turn.
"You can leave now." I say.
"No." He says.
I jump.
"What?" I turn.
He walks over to me.
"I'm not going anywhere. I want to stay with you." He says.
Then he kneels down.
"Lan Zhan?" I ask.
I look at him in surprise. Maybe I really am as drunk as I thought. Was I seeing things? I look at him in surprise. He takes my hand.
"I'm not leaving, you not again." He says.
"But-" I start.
He pulls his coat off. My eyes widen.
"Oh shit..." Lin Yo flies off.
He grabs me and presses his face into mine.
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