Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, relaxing as Lan Zhan's fingers slide into his hair. The unwinding of his ribbon is oddly thrilling - Lan Zhan must have felt this way when Wei Wuxian first touched his headband and he did not hate it.

"Lan Zhan is so romantic," he exhales. "If the maidens at home had known, not even the barrier to the Cloud Recesses could have kept them out."