Wei Wuxian laughs a little, a giddy release like steam escaping a pot. He slips one palm into the fold of his robes, widening what it reveals: only a slash of his black swimming shirt, at first, then the red trousers as he finishes untying the robes with his other hand to let them hang loose from his shoulders.

One sleeve at a time, he deliberately sheds the second layer to join the first.

Then, crossing his arms, he grasps his shirt at the hem to pull it over his head.