What Wei Wuxian knows he should think: Lan Zhan is making friends! Good! This is good. He will have someone he can speak to about cultivation in a way I not always can.
What Wei Wuxian is thinking instead, as he notes the pleased look on Lan Zhan's face, is not words so much as a sudden spear of jealousy deep in his gut, sour and ugly. He swallows, doing everything he can to keep a pleasantly neutral expression.
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What Wei Wuxian knows he should think: Lan Zhan is making friends! Good! This is good. He will have someone he can speak to about cultivation in a way I not always can.
What Wei Wuxian is thinking instead, as he notes the pleased look on Lan Zhan's face, is not words so much as a sudden spear of jealousy deep in his gut, sour and ugly. He swallows, doing everything he can to keep a pleasantly neutral expression.
"Does he visit the inn as well?"