- he's there and alive and smiling, he was smiling so, so brightly -
- towards the end it felt like Lan Wangji must have imagined how bright those smiles used to be. He'd concluded that the memories were exaggerated, colored by nostalgia and affection, because how could one person's smile possibly be that bright, but there it is and Wei Ying is smiling at him and -
There are so many other more important things to process right now, but he can't look away and it's really absurdly difficult to think about anything else.
When Wei Ying turns away he seems nonplussed but unaffected by whatever he saw in Wangji's face. This Wei Ying doesn't know how to read him the way he did, the way he will, and this Wei Ying doesn't particularly care if Wangji likes him. In the end he cared, for all the good that did him, and Wangji knows exactly what those bright eyes will look like when he points his sword at them for the final time -
But he won't, he won't do that, he won't ever let that happen. If this is real, if he's here and Wei Ying is here and smiling and alive, then he is never going to let that happen.