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Wei Wuxian was tired.
Even though he fixed almost everything, he felt like a shit.
Being without a core was painful, but not as painful as seeing his best friend worrying about him and his new way of cultivation. But it didn’t care: Madam Yu told him that he had to do everything in his power to save her children, and he did it.
He scold himself quietly every time he felt regrets: the Jiangs saved his life, and he had to pay them back. And giving away his core was fine: he found another way.
But he couldn’t handle Lan Xichen insisting about picking up the sword again and telling him, or better, making him understand that Lan Zhan was suffering because him.
Everything was his fucking fault.
-If you trust me and Wanji we, Lan Clan of Gusu, can help you to pick up your sword arts again.- Xichen told him.
Of course he trusted them, but he just couldn’t. And they couldn’t know.
He snorted, closing his eyes. -I trust you. But I don’t want to pick it up.-
-Wei Gonzi!- He called him. -Wicked tricks harm your temperament. Tiger Amulet is hard to control. If your mind is completely lost, it will cause…..-
-But I still want to give it a shot. Maybe I am the prodigy.- He tried, feeling like a shit. After he got up, but his head started to hurt more.
-Wei Gonzi!- He heard, and then the dark lulled him to sleep.