Lan Wangji is not very good at games. But he sees that he has lost this one. "I would night hunt with you," he says, affirmatively, solidly. But there are no spirits, and they can't draw their weapons, he doesn't say. Wei Ying knows this. He hadn't meant to imply preference for one, just that the situation here didn't allow for night hunting at all.

"Every night." Just in case Wei Ying wasn't sure.