[ It gets very hard to breathe, suddenly, as Jin Ling tries to arrange the words coming from his uncle's mouth into an order in which they make any sense to him.
His uncle can't be the worst sort of person. It's just literally impossible. His uncle is the best of them - above all of the dirt of the rest of the cultivation world - his kindness and his generosity known to literally everyone. His careful smile, his considered hand, his measured judgement--
He doesn't know why his Uncle is doing this, doesn't understand why he's lying to him.
And yet that frozen dread grows, as if a piece of him knows that something isn't right...
He forces himself to breath in.
Proof of Wei Wuxian's innocence--
It feels like he's been stabbed in the gut, and sudden his too-pale face flushes with red blotches under his skin. ]
Say what you mean. [ Tightly, the apprehension and worry audible in his voice. ]
Don't - how could you possibly - who would you even-- don't make me guess, say what you mean. I don't understand--
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His uncle can't be the worst sort of person. It's just literally impossible. His uncle is the best of them - above all of the dirt of the rest of the cultivation world - his kindness and his generosity known to literally everyone. His careful smile, his considered hand, his measured judgement--
He doesn't know why his Uncle is doing this, doesn't understand why he's lying to him.
And yet that frozen dread grows, as if a piece of him knows that something isn't right...
He forces himself to breath in.
Proof of Wei Wuxian's innocence--
It feels like he's been stabbed in the gut, and sudden his too-pale face flushes with red blotches under his skin. ]
Say what you mean. [ Tightly, the apprehension and worry audible in his voice. ]
Don't - how could you possibly - who would you even-- don't make me guess, say what you mean. I don't understand--