"Her clan's color was purple," Wei Wuxian answers. "And she loved lotuses, and to cook for her brothers," he adds, though he's not sure how that translates to a structure. All his memories of shijie are of a warm heart and kind smiles, of affection towards him as boundless as a mother's.

"And she loved peonies," he adds without grimacing, no small feat when he thinks of the flowers of the clan she'd married into. "Very much."