#the colors and the light and the textures
Lan WangJi’s breaths were short and disordered. His hoarse voice whispered beside Wei WuXian’s ear, "… fancy you… “
Wei WuXian hugged him tight, “Yes!”
Lan WangJi, “… love you, want you… ”
Wei WuXian raised his voice “Yes!”
Lan WangJi, “Cannot leave you… do not want anyone but you… it cannot be anyone but you!”
He repeated over and over again the words Wei WuXian said to him, his voice and his body trembling at the same time. Wei WuXian was almost under the illusion that he was about to cry.
∟ Chapter 100: Hatred (Part Three) [transl. by Exiled Rebels]
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