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Jin Zixuan: Every time Jiang Yanli is around, my heart rate quickens, my breathing slows down and I turn really red. Jin Zixuan: I think I’m allergic to her. Mianmian, internally: Oh my god, I don’t get paid enough for this.

[At the Burial Mounds] Wen Qing: Wait, you’ve never been to therapy? Wei Wuxian: No. Don’t need it. Wen Qing: Not even after that period of your childhood where you were growing up alone on the streets? Wei Wuxian: Nope. Wen Qing: What about the time we removed your Golden Core to give to Jiang Cheng without him knowing it was yours, and then you got caught by Wen Chao and he threw you down here to die, but you ended up inventing your own cultivation method which everyone thought was something else, which led to the world ostracizing and demonizing you, which brings us to where we are now?! Wei Wuxian: Oh, that was crazy! I forgot about that. Was that a big deal? Wen Qing: Go to therapy!!!