Is that not what everyone in this life lacks? Understandings of clean endings. He smiles, letting his nephew go and quirking his brows as the young man gains his distance. Not unnecessary amounts, and that's touching, the trust it implies that Wei Wuxian swallows against for its kindness, unspoken.

"That's the thing you realise as an adult. Few people have any idea how to end anything. May as well enjoy the journey, ah?"

He reaches out, squeezing Jin Ling's shoulders, then pats him once after letting go.

"Go on, I spot an uncle of yours who'd love to have your bright face lighting up his world." Jiang Cheng is here somewhere, and to him, he'll gladly send this living part of the person they'd both loved best, far more than themselves.

Love is the most precious of gifts. Jin Ling, denied the knowledge of his mother's love, is still the precious result of it, and had his own loves to give.