Stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, Wei Wuxian leaned against the door frame. When he heard the sound of Lan Wangji closing the door outside, he immediately raised his hand and slapped himself.

He sat down heavily on the wooden couch and buried his still burning face in his hands. After a long while, the heat did not subside. The same was true for his face and body. He took the water from the teapot on the table and splashed it all over his head and face, but it did not work. He now smelled like Lan Wangji all over his body.

Wei Wuxian knew that if he continued to stay here, thinking about Lan Wangji being just across the wall from him, and thinking about what they were doing not long ago, he would not be able to have a moment of peace tonight. He absolutely could not stay in this place tonight.

He pushed open the wooden window, stepped onto the window frame, and jumped out lightly, like a black cat, landing silently on a street outside the inn.

It was late at night and no one was on the street, which was just the right time for Wei Wuxian to run alone.

He stopped only after running past the wall where Lan Wangji had graffitied when he was drunk.

The wall was covered with a mess of rabbits, pheasants, and little human heads. As he looked at them, Wei Wuxian remembered how Lan Wangji was concentrating when he was painting them, and how he pulled him to admire them after he finished painting. He couldn't help but twitch his lips.

An incomparable regret surged in my heart.

If only he hadn't taken advantage of his drunkenness to do something reckless.

At least now she could still pretend to be extremely upright and focused, shamelessly rubbing against Lan Wangji's bed, squeezing beside him and pretending to sleep or falling asleep peacefully, instead of being unable to sleep late at night and rushing out of the inn to vent her anger on the street like a headless fly.

Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand, brushed past the two little heads on the wall that were pouting and kissing, and came to the words "Lan Wangji was here" above. These sentences were to be erased, and before erasing them, he traced the trajectory of the three words on the name "Lan Wangji" with his fingertips.

Once, twice, three times.

The more I describe it, the harder it is to let go.

Suddenly, he heard a series of scratching sounds. It was the middle of the night, so he became alert. He went around the corner and saw a figure in black clinging to the wall with a small file, concentrating on scraping away the graffiti on the wall.

Wei WuXian: “…”

Wen Ning turned around, his face pale, and said, "Master, why are you here?"

Wei WuXian asked, “What are you doing?”

"Oh." Wen Ning said, "I see Master Lan has written a lot. If the people here wake up tomorrow and see it, it will probably cause trouble for them, so I will erase some of it first..." After a pause, he asked curiously, "Where is Master Lan?"

Wei WuXian lowered his head and said, “He’s resting, I came out to take a walk.”

Wen Ning noticed that he was in a bad mood, so he stopped and asked, "Sir, is there something wrong?"

He took a few steps towards Wei Wuxian, but suddenly froze and stepped back. Wei Wuxian was stunned: "What are you doing again?"

Wen Ning seemed frightened and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, no what!"

Wei Wuxian knew he was in a state of distress. He glanced at him and found a few red fingerprints on his wrists, which were left by Lan Wangji when he grabbed him and pressed him on the bed. He touched his lips and they were still slightly red and swollen. At that time, they were unconscious and rolled around on the couch, wanting to curl into a ball. Lan Wangji was biting and nibbling on him, and his neck must have been very exciting. If Wen Ning had any color on his face, it would probably be red enough to bleed. Wei Wuxian didn't know what to say, so he said, "You...ah!"

He sat down in the corner and sighed, "I want to drink."

Wen Ning immediately said, "I'll go buy it."

Wei WuXian said, “Come back! Why are you running?”

Wen Ning came back again: "Looking for wine..."

Wei WuXian said, “I’m talking to you… I just said it casually, but you really went to look for him? You’re not really my servant.”

Wen Ning said, "I know."

Wei WuXian asked, “Besides, do you have money?”

Wen Ning said: "No..."

Wei WuXian said: “See! I knew it!”

Wen Ning said enviously, "But Master Lan has a lot of... a lot of money... that's great."

“Alas.” Wei WuXian knocked the back of his head against the wall a few times, sighing several times in a row, and said, “Forget it. I will never drink again.”

Wen Ning was stunned: "Why?"

Wei WuXian said, “Drinking is bad. I want to quit drinking.”

The corners of Wen Ning's mouth twitched. Wei Wuxian asked, "What do you mean? Don't you believe it?"

Wen Ning stammered, "No, no... But didn't my sister try every possible way to make you quit drinking?"

“Haha, haha.” Wei WuXian recalled, “Isn’t it that she was thinking of using needles to poke holes in my body every other day?”

After laughing enough, Wei WuXian suddenly asked, “Wen Ning, have you ever thought about what you are going to do after all this mess is over?”

Wen Ning was startled and asked, "What should I do?"

Wen Ning no longer had many close friends in this world, not even many people he knew. He had never been good at making decisions, and he had no decisiveness. He either followed Wen Qing or Wei Wuxian, and apart from that, he probably didn't know where he should go or where he could go. But Wei Wuxian still hoped that he could find his own way. But saying it out loud was like chasing him away.

On second thought, Wen Ning didn't know where to go, so how could he know? When he was with Lan Wangji, he had never considered this issue, and naturally thought that it would always be like this, without any change. But after tonight, maybe he and Lan Wangji would never be able to return to that kind of relationship. It seemed that it was not impossible to leave Lan Wangji and wander around the world alone.

But there was a voice in Wei Wuxian's heart telling him clearly: No.

The nonsense he said on the Golden Scales Stage had really come true. Wei Wuxian couldn't live without Lan Wangji now.

Wei WuXian sighed and said with a look of despair: “I want to drink.”

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. His anxiety, which he had nowhere to vent, finally turned into a rage. He jumped up and said, "Damn it. Wen Ning, let's go!"

Wen Ning asked, "Where are we going?"

Wei WuXian said, “Go find bad luck!”