<blockquote>‘You think me selfish,’ Lan Xichen says, still avoiding his eyes.
In the following pause Nie Huaisang seriously wonders whether Lan Xichen is about to snap, grab Shuòyuè and take his head clean off. He gets to his feet, and braces himself.
Lan Xichen opens the doors. The effort seems to pain him, like he has aged, or the doors are heavy. ‘You are right.’
It’s barely a whisper, strained so thin it has holes in it.
Nie Huaisang thinks he might have misheard — overwhelmed by the loud, furious beating of his own heart — until Lan Xichen repeats, ‘You are right.’</blockquote>
➤ slash-flavoured gen, lxc & nhs talk post-canon about their unresolved issues
