[ Wei Wuxian listens in silence, quiet as he takes in what the other man is telling him, and its implications. There's no reason to not take them as the truth, seeing how it's plain obvious that the guy isn't new. Not that Wei Wuxian is one (in a general sense) to blindly trust, but right now he'll take any sliver of hope he can grasp. ]

I'm starting to realize the whole 'time' thing, too.

[ How even those here, the Adopted, so they say, are from all places and eras. Wei Wuxian is in the midst of trying to wrap his mind around that whole concept. ]

. . .Someone who's been dead for years. . .

[ He repeats, slowly. ]

That means. . .!?

[ He had the chance, even if minute, to see his shijie again? It's been an actual lifetime since he's seen Jiang Yanli. Yet. . . for as wonderful as it would be to reunite, wishing for her to be dragged into an unknown world with so many uncertainties wouldn't be right.

Wei Wuxian's slightly hopeful surprise fades to something more guilt-stricken. Once more, his heart never leaves the pit of his stomach. ]

No- . . . No I shouldn't want to wish this upon him. Lan Zhan, he's needed back home. But-

[ "But" what? Wei Wuxian scrubs his eyes before they can begin to well up again. He lets out a weary, heavy breath, feeling pitifully lost ].

But he's my husband. We should be together.