"Mn. Stay. Stay with you." He remains where he is on his lap, still depressed, however not as heavy as before. Wei Ying is tying his hair in a braid, forming plaited patterns, so he looks happy at least, that his long black hair is getting one. It surprises him because he would have thought Wei Ying wouldn't be so thoughtful to fix his hair, but here he is, braiding his hair.

Empty promise or not, this Wei Ying has his own merits. "I won't fall asleep. I'll let Wei Ying go when he needs too."

He waited until his braid is all done and finished. "My hair. Is it all done...?"