Summary: "I hated you, did you know that?" Lan Xichen starts when they're both seated in the Hanshi, tea brewed and poured. The quarters are as prim as Lan Wangji's, if not more, and as pristine as Wei Wuxian remembers from the one time he'd been in here during his run from Jin Guangyao. Lan Xinchen's expression doesn't change from the cordial expression on his face as he says that, still affable, still charming. Wei Wuxian swallows and doesn't look away. If this is his punishment for hurting this man, then he will take it.
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