Lan Wangji lets himself be dragged along by this literal ray of sunshine, and even though the tea has worn off, he still feels like his heart has had a little bit lifted off of it, a scar cut through the center that is slowly but surely healing.

Even though he's only known this incarnation of Wei Ying for several weeks, and even though they are not exactly the same, he would also say he loves the both of them in the same breath that he would say he has two lungs.

"I am sure you are fine." He will let Wei Ying take it away.