Lan Wangji watches him work even though there is nothing being drawn. And he can imagine it in his head, because he's seen Wei Ying's work, and he moves his hands so well that he can picture every stroke as it hits the page.

He won't tell, but he still has that portrait of him with the flower in his hair tucked away somewhere in the Jingshi.

"They look good." He was paying so close attention he can tell there are two rabbits, one dark and one light. But he does take the brush from him, and on the white rabbit, he mimes drawing the same five-petal blossom he'd once drawn into his hair.

"Complete."