a song of despair

Squinting, before saying, “you’re not Jiang Cheng.” He reaches that conclusion immediately. Was it a tender chuckle coming from the balcony? The figure steps out of the darkness, and Wei Wuxian staggers back. Losing his balance he flails back into the grass, skinning his palm on a stray rock. “Shit.” He mumbles. “Wei Ying?” They ask, and he freezes, jumping right back up. Squinting one more time, he blinks before the realization finally settling in his Brain. He was stupid, probably the biggest dumbass recorded in history. He wished he lived under a rock like Jiang Cheng. “Lan Zhan?” (Or: how Wei Wuxian accidentally serenades the wrong balcony, and the aftermath is not along the lines of what he expected)