"Let your food go cold," he murmurs, kissing along Wei Ying's forehead in apology. "Not proper but wanted you so much. And the house, our house," he manages before his voice betrays him, too much feeling blocking all the things he wants to say.

But Wei Ying understands, he thinks, what all of this means to him. Wei Ying understands Lan Zhan's actions where his words fail.

"Can get Wei Ying food if he wants."