[ Kindness is not something Jin Ling feels like he's ever going to grow used to, despite how much of it he is surrounded by, these days. Sizhui, Yuri, Harry - even Hanguang-jun and his Uncle and Wei Wuxian - so much more kindness than he's usually subjected to.

It makes him choke up a little.

He lets out a long breath. Just. Get it out, Jin Ling. ]

I spend my whole life thinking that - that someone who had been killed when I was young was responsible for killing my family. [ He can't bear to even put Wei Wuxian's name to it, now. ]

It wasn't true. My...

My little uncle --

He just told me everything. How he killed my father. My cousin. My grandfather. How he framed it on a man who was innocent of everything, raising me to hate him and making my Uncle hate him, too. He --

[ He swallowed again, thickly, his eyes growing hot. ]

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. He is one of the two men who raised me. They're the closest thing to parents I had. But he killed his son, and I---

[ He cut off, grinding his teeth together tightly. ]