Here is Wei Ying, shining bright; Wei Ying, playful and laughing. Wei Ying, happy.

Lan Wangji loves him.

He captures the vision before him as memory, storing it safely in his heart, the sight of Wei Ying with sunlit water-stars in his hair, the glowing smile on his face, the pure and uncomplicated joy in his eyes, before he nods.

“Yes. If you can.”