He knows this, in his heart. That Wei Ying is Wei Ying, in this body or in his original. No matter where he is, his heart beats the same. His mind is the same, and his soul still cries out for justice, for goodness. Kissing this one should be just the same as kissing the other, and yet, somehow, he still manages to taste sour in the back of his throat knowing that this one has already shared a kiss with him that he hasn't gotten to experience.

Wei Ying kisses the corner of his mouth, and afterwards Lan Wangji caresses his cheek and leans in to kiss the corner of his eye, his feelings also unchanged. He still loves Wei Ying, more than anything in the three realms and beyond them where this Hotel lies.

And afterwards, he pulls Wei Ying to himself in a crushing embrace as if afraid to let go, as if relieved to be reunited with him after a long time. It's the embrace he wanted to have, all those days ago, when he heard someone else but his own instrument play Wuji. He takes one long breath and inhales the scent of his hair, something familiar to him.

He wants and wants and wants, but he won't reach out to take.

Not when so many pieces need to be put into place.

"Will you tell him?" he asks, though the sound is muffled into Wei Ying's hair.