He frowns, confused, before he takes the device. This? Was this what caused the despair?

He looked down at the screen, and he saw the name of the sender, fist. Jin Ling

And then he read the message.

Then he scrolled back to read the rest.

There were several seconds while he processed the information, a righteous fury settling into his spine. The only reason it did not consume him was because of how worried he was, about Wei Wuxian.

"Wei Ying," he murmured quietly, giving no sign to the fury that he would unleash later. He placed his hand between the man's shoulder blades, leaning closer into him.

"... Hope, not torment," he murmured.