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It had been three years since the yilling patriarch had died. And while the rest of the world paraded around with glee, Lan Wanji had felt sorrow. He was out of confinement and had taken his punishment. The pain he felt inside was worse than any amount of whips could do.
Now, alone in the back fields he stood thinking about all the times they fought or laughed. Why hadn’t they stayed together. He felt a soft nudge on his foot.
Confused he looked down. It couldn’t be…a bunny? No. not just any bunny. He pet the soft head as ears perked up. It was...the bunny Wei Ying had held. A tear streamed down cheek.
I miss you.