"Wei Ying has belonged to people but they were taken from him," Lan Zhan says, rubbing his thumb along Wei Ying's knuckles. He thinks of Wei Ying living on the streets as a child, hungry and afraid. He thinks of the murders of Madam Yu and Jiang Fengmian. Of the loss of Jiang Yangli.

It's too much. Far too much loss for one lifetime.

"Lan Zhan belongs to Wei Ying, now. And Wei Ying to Lan Zhan. We will watch out for each other. Keep each other safe."