Selfishly, he wishes he could take this one home with him. Or visit his Lotus Pier, and do all those things that he said they'd do. He has already imagined the scraped knees, the quarrels with Jiang Wanyin, the pattering of wet running footsteps on a dock, the sound of three children laughing until their cheeks hurt. He has already seen all this in his mind, but he wants to hear Wei Ying tell him these stories.

They could go traveling every day, and night hunt every night, and go back home and plan a future that wasn't certain but was in their hearts, carved in stone.

He feels Wei Ying's heartbeat underneath his palm and it takes his breath away. Wei Ying has always managed to surprise him, unerringly.

"Yes." He smiles, finally, shocked expression melting away, eyes twinkling. "Yes, I am."