[His own hands still haven't moved, resting on the soil and providing no nutrients for the plants around him. It's strange, listening to Wei Wuxian. The man so near is nothing like what he's been portrayed as, or at least he's an extremely good actor and can hide his purported lust for blood or virgins or children. Yes, rumors always spread out of control and pick up little details here and there, but there is always some speck of truth to them, right? Or else they'd never gather any momentum at all.
But Wei Wuxian is... Xingchen wouldn't necessarily go so far as to call him kind; he simply doesn't know him well enough to have seen that side of him, should it exist. But these last words settle around him and make him think. They have a weight to them, whether borne from experience or not.
There's wisdom there, for sure. The Yiling Patriarch was intelligent, of course, and cunning, should the tamest gossip be believed. And yet Xingchen has never heard anyone lump in the word wise with his cursed name. But as he stands here, he finds that he must not fall into the same trap as the rest of the cultivation world. Wei Wuxian undoubtedly committed unspeakable acts and there is surely blood on his hands, but those same hands work now to tend to simple potatoes, to feed the rest of their ragtag group.
Of course, he's just a man, the same as Xingchen himself. Of course, he's also multi-faceted. Xingchen is a little embarrassed to have never really thought about this until now.
But something else tugs at him. This isn't the first time they've spoken of Shuanghua. He can't figure out why.]
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But Wei Wuxian is... Xingchen wouldn't necessarily go so far as to call him kind; he simply doesn't know him well enough to have seen that side of him, should it exist. But these last words settle around him and make him think. They have a weight to them, whether borne from experience or not.
There's wisdom there, for sure. The Yiling Patriarch was intelligent, of course, and cunning, should the tamest gossip be believed. And yet Xingchen has never heard anyone lump in the word wise with his cursed name. But as he stands here, he finds that he must not fall into the same trap as the rest of the cultivation world. Wei Wuxian undoubtedly committed unspeakable acts and there is surely blood on his hands, but those same hands work now to tend to simple potatoes, to feed the rest of their ragtag group.
Of course, he's just a man, the same as Xingchen himself. Of course, he's also multi-faceted. Xingchen is a little embarrassed to have never really thought about this until now.
But something else tugs at him. This isn't the first time they've spoken of Shuanghua.
He can't figure out why.]
Wei Wuxian. Why do you show concern for me?