Wei Wuxian's nose wrinkles. There's a new sound on the air, one that isn't wind or rain or distant thunder, one he has no desire to grant his attention just now, but his eyes widen when he turns and finally sees Lan Wangji.

"Lan Zhan," he says, immediately parting the flow of rain around him, too. Lan Zhan rises before the sun, but it can't be morning already? "You are up so late, go to sleep!"