Wei Wuxian is covered in a fine coat of sweat by the time the wound in his back closed, every muscle in his body beginning to tremble from the strain. "Hanguang-Jun is perfect," he murmurs as he's returned to his back. The ceiling above him won't stop moving, and though the pain seems to be lesser now, Wei Wuxian is having trouble making sense of the ruined building over his head.

She...she cut too deep. That must be it. The ground is hard and cold and Wen Ning's hands are too harsh, holding him too firmly. "Wen Qing," Wei Wuxian slurs, eyes rolling. "It's too much."