"Can hang any portrait Wei Ying wishes," Lan Zhan agrees, mind briefly flashing over this future domestic scene, a little pained at the thought of it.

"Wei Ying could draw it. Kept the one of me, even though I was angry," he admits, ears flushing a little at how sentimental it was to keep such a thing. "I like Master Hector. Like that Wei Ying knows him."

Lan Zhan thinks he is a friend. Another one. Someone other than Wei Ying. It feels like an important step.