"It was fierce!" Wei Wuxian agrees, leaning into Lan Wangji's side as he sits next to him. In truth, he doesn't remember much more than racing across the grass, bashing the other kite with his own with all his ability, but it must have been fierce if he won.

"Would you like to wear my crown?" he asks, already halfway to lifting it off. "It will make you very happy, Lan Zhan."