“Oh, Lan Wangji, no.”

This is simply awful. She had no idea.

“I didn’t ask - you tend to not ask how someone died when you’re one of the living people here. I suppose it just hasn’t come up. We’ve spent time together, but-“

She waves her hand in the general direction of his hidden storage bag with the photos. “- we’ve been focused on the cheerful present.”

Wei Wuxian is going to get SUCH a big hug the next time he sees Ingress.