Wei Wuxian has known for a long time that Lan Wangji is an excellent archer - so he really should have expected those barbed words to lodge deep in his chest. His breath still stutters over the ache blooming under his ribs.

"Do not befriend evil." He may have protested the sheer weight of rules that one golden summer, but he did, actually, learn them. "Am I supposed to believe the great Hanguang-Jun would keep so many rules sacred, and break this one in particular? It seems like one that would be important."