It was ridiculously easy, so easy that Lan Wangji only knew it was happening because he fought it with everything in him. Nothing he did had any effect. "I..." A little uncharacteristically, he hesitates mid-sentence. What can he say? He had never met anyone like Wei Wuxian. He never did again. He had believed with utter sincerity for weeks on end that he was losing his mind and that clarity of thought would be inaccessible to him for the rest of time. "Yes," he agrees, after that little pause, with slightly more obvious feeling than usual. "He did not listen to me."