( the relief that washes through him at 'not jiejie' nearly weakens his knees, but it's shorter-lived than it might have been because jiang cheng still looks at him like that. like he's desperately lost, and wei ying is both the one who led him so far astray and the only one who might lead him home.
he takes a step closer, though he knows better than to reach out to him. if it's not shijie, there's only one proper guess remaining. ) It's one of the spirits, isn't it? ( his voice is still low, not quite hushed, and that soft-edged firm he seems to adopt whenever he's set his mind to taking someone's problem onto himself. he doesn't wait for an answer. ) What does it want with you? ( they all want something. if it's simple enough to give the spirit what it wants, they'll do it. )
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he takes a step closer, though he knows better than to reach out to him. if it's not shijie, there's only one proper guess remaining. ) It's one of the spirits, isn't it? ( his voice is still low, not quite hushed, and that soft-edged firm he seems to adopt whenever he's set his mind to taking someone's problem onto himself. he doesn't wait for an answer. ) What does it want with you? ( they all want something. if it's simple enough to give the spirit what it wants, they'll do it. )