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AT LONG LAST MY JIANG CHENG FIC IS DONE!!! This fic has haunted me for months, and I'm so happy to send it out into the world. Jiang Cheng, my emotionally constipated grape <3
Alternatively titled: Wei Wuxian's Letters to Jiang Cheng and Jiang Cheng's Lack of Reply The letter is unremarkable. Wei Wuxian talks about his travels. He was in a village near the border of Yunmeng last week (Not in Yunmeng. He hasnāt set foot inside his borders since that night, if Jiang Chengās intel is to be believed. Good. All Wei Wuxian would bring is chaos, and he has enough of that already.) and now heās traveling toward Qinghe. He talks about the food heās been eating and the sights heās seen and the gossip heās heard that is worth less than the paper heās writing it on. Itās pointless. Fluff. The kind of things two people talk about when they need to make conversation and donāt want to bother saying anything important. As if Jiang Cheng cares about any of this! Wei Wuxian doesnāt have to write him! If heās bored, he should go back to Gusu or Lanling or write someone who actually gives a damn! Why does he have to interrupt Jiang Chengās day to tell him absolutely nothing?"
