The arguments cease, but at least the pressure pulling his blade toward Jin Guangyao's robes loosens as well. There's a wave of relief from Lan Xichen, who carefully and gently removes the hand from around his so he can move Shuoyue away from his friend's body and return it to its sheath. It was such a terrible, heart-wrenching close call already, and they had barely scratched the surface of their feelings.

"A-Yao, if I never said it, then I would be lying to you. I do have doubts. You- many things have hurt you in the past and I believe it is not so easy for you to forget them. So I know that there will be times that perhaps your actions will be painful for me, who cannot understand them."

Which is too nice of a way to put it, but seeing as something like that just happened not two breaths ago, Lan Xichen doesn't want to instigate the man into picking a fight back up again.

"I cannot promise to always approve of everything. And I will worry, because I don't wish to see you injured chasing after any resentment you still feel. Mingjue feels that I am too forgiving, but it isn't simply that wounds are something we can forget. I do still carry what happened with me, but that did not stop me from coming to you. You can be cruel, I see that now, but you can still be kind and gentle. I believe if given a chance, you will prove that in the end too. So, yes, I will follow wherever you lead."