Wei Wuxian huffs. "The whole of Gusu is designed to make you abstain from pleasure to the point of fearing it." He holds on to Lan Wangji for a moment, thinking of the stripes on his back. His love for Wei Wuxian had put those marks there, along with scars on his heart. Gusu had been right to fear pleasure when it could end so ruinously, but that cannot always be the case. After all, what could be the point of living if it is done without ever experiencing joy?

"I won't make you suffer for loving me," he promises quietly. "I won't."