Wei Wuxian settles against him with a sigh, soaking up Lan Zhan's warmth like a greedy little sponge. The food does sit in his hands, forgotten in the face of the bright yellows and reds in the sky, only just beginning to fade at the edges into a deep purple. "It looks like this in Yunmeng," he says, leaning in to him.

"I suppose it's too mountainous in Gusu for such sunsets."