"I know, I know," Xue Yang interrupted. "You don't want to talk about it, and I'm not gonna make you, Daozhang, don't worry." He had the hem of Xiao Xingchen's wide sleeve between his fingers—just enough to draw him in by, to keep him aware of his friend's physical presence. "Just let me guess. You don't even have to tell me if I'm right, if you don't want to."
He would, though, Xue Yang was sure.
Lan Wangji will never tell Wei Wuxian what he did after the massacre at Nightless City—what his brother would call the only mistake he ever made. Nor will he forget it himself.