"Searching brought you here." Wei Wuxian says, wrinkling his nose in playfully mocking pity. "To the demon realm? And you're looking for selfless love? It is definitely not me."

His heart thuds under that touch, and he takes a step back a little too quickly for fear that Lan Zhan will feel it.

"Your lover is dead. I don't know him."

He's the one in command here, the demon ruler of a palace, and yet he's on the defensive from this intense human who insists that he loves him.