Wen Qing is not a woman who hesitates, and Wei Wuxian feels the sudden reordering of her thoughts as firmly as a flinch. He nods, looking down at her, searching her face for thoughts she may not give voice to.

"When I fell, he waited sixteen years for my return," he says. "He loves me, and I love him." She hadn't turned from him for necromancy - Wei Wuxian doubts that she will turn from him for this, but his heart throbs anxiously all the same. "Is it very shocking?"