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Lan Wangji lay on his stomach in bed and closed his eyes against the pain he could still feel after six months.
He wanted to cry, but that hasn’t changed anything yet. It left him feeling drained, thirsty, begging the gods. Making merits from his room like a temple.
He’d done everything he could. Still, Lan Wangji’s reality was one where he was without Wei Ying.
Was that one lantern together enough to beg another chance at a lifetime together? Should he fold himself over in meditation again?
He wanted another chance, he would not make the same mistakes again.