"Lan Zhan will make room," he mutters darkly, hoping no one has an issue with it. They will regret it. He kisses the top of Wei Ying's head and smooths down the unruly hair, gone wavy in all the chaos. Lan Zhan had always been pleased with his own pin straight hair but he finds this suits Wei Ying, well.

"Then we will return home. Soon the house will be finished. Will spend every night together. Will make a warm, good home."