"We don't know what this was," Lan Zhan rasps, voice shaking and desperate as Wei Ying seems to shrink into himself. He kisses across Wei Ying's temple and then his face, pushing his wet hair out of his pale face.

"Wei Ying, we don't know what this was. You're good, you're so good. We will figure out what has happened to you. I will figure out what has happened, I promise," he whispers, eyes stinging at how small and miserable and sunken Wei Ying's perfect face is. "Love you."