[Vorsicht evtl. Spoiler] Gefühle, die nicht beim Namen genannt werden, Geheimnisse, die wohl immer Geheimnisse bleiben werden - Ein etwas anderer Ausgang, bei der Letzten Schlacht vor Wei WuXians Ende.
The Hope (in his) Chest
Song Lan sat in the dewy grass, Shuanghua hugged closely to his chest, and watched the sun rise above the horizon. He had picked up this new habit sometime after the final events in Yi City.
Blood is dripping down from the hand that's clutching his wrist like his life is depending on it. Which it quite literally is.
"Lan Zhan…" Wei Wuxian whispers desperately.
Lan Zhan is looking at him like he's the one dying inside, not him. Teeth gritted, arms trembling.