"You had your birthday yesterday and didn't tell me!" Wei Wuxian exclaims, and if he were holding something kinder than a bowl, he might throw it. "I would have cooked for you instead! And made you some celebratory treats. And a present. I only have my drawings now, and they're meant for both of us!"


He sets the bowl down, collapsing to the sheets with a groan. Perhaps he can do something belated? Lan Zhan deserves to feel special - instead he spent the entire day looking after Wei Wuxian.