Lan Zhan only just manages to smother a grin by kissing Wei Ying's hand yet again. His soup can grow cold and wait.

"Then we missed Wei Ying's birthday as well," he reminds him, a little pained that he did not think to do something. Birthdays ought to be celebrated if they hold meaning for the person. "Am sorry I did not acknowledge it. Does Wei Ying want to show me his drawings?"