Wei Wuxian lifts his head, too, peering blearily around the gathering, but in the end all he sees is Lan Wangji. "Wei Wuxian feels...drunk," he decides with a giggle. "But now that I think on it," he continues, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, "I felt happy as soon as I entered the hall. Perhaps the leaves that hang here are enchanted. I can't be angry for a spell that makes me feel happy."