It'd been a while for Wei Wuxian, but months of this or that still played out to a trust he inherently held for Lan Wangji, and always would. With regards to Zewu-jun, he nodded, sighing after.

"These things take time. Or so I assume, it's what people generally say." He forcibly doesn't allow himself to linger in memories over the unpleasant things, but some betrayals were on scales difficult for even him to do that, if he'd been in the same place. At the same time, it did tell him something about timelines. A concept he was only... now entertaining.

"Jin Guangyao is dead?"