He listens to Wei Ying's answer, and he is satisfied. For now, it is enough, that he should know this one's heart, and know his own. Of course he feels selfishly, that he has enough love for Wei Ying for two, for three, for an endless number of Wei Ying wondering whether or not they are loved by Lan Wangji. The answer is a resounding, echoing, yes.

But now it's not just something for the two of them involved to decide, but the four of them. What's white, what's black and what's grey.

He holds onto Wei Ying until it is too hot, and he is sweating into his clothes, and it's starting to seep into Wei Ying's clothes.

The tea is probably wearing off a little. A lot.

"I... believe you were going to play me Inquiry." Actually, he's looking forward to hearing what it sounds like on a flute. And he would never pass up an opportunity to hear Wei Ying play.