Wei Wuxian's feet are still freezing, and he pulls the blankets up and over Lan Wangji, tucking them in against his sides to trap the heat. "Jin Ling honors her," he says, setting aside the last of the pastries.

"I wish I'd seen him grow," he admits. "He is angry, but who could blame him? No father, no mother, and only Jiang Cheng to show him kindness. He loves him, I know, but he can never let himself be warm. A child needs kindness as well as strength."