Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
“Yiling Patriarch,” he begins, and Wei Wuxian’s face clouds.
“Please. That’s not – you know me, Zewu-jun. What’s wrong? Why are you here?” He walks over and Lan Xichen sees he has no weapon, not even his flute. He came to meet Wangji unarmed, defenseless. With a smile on his face.
“I’m here to ask for your help. It’s Wangji. He’s ill.”