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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 hasnât set foot inside his borders since that night, if Jiang Chengâs intel is to be believed. Good. All Wei Wuxian would bring is chaos, and he has enough of that already.) and now heâs traveling toward Qinghe. He talks about the food heâs been eating and the sights heâs seen and the gossip heâs heard that is worth less than the paper heâs writing it on. Itâs pointless. Fluff. The kind of things two people talk about when they need to make conversation and donât want to bother saying anything important. As if Jiang Cheng cares about any of this! Wei Wuxian doesnât have to write him! If heâs bored, he should go back to Gusu or Lanling or write someone who actually gives a damn! Why does he have to interrupt Jiang Chengâs day to tell him absolutely nothing?"
