Lan Zhan's eyes fill and he can't understand why because it is not sadness. It is simply so much and his Wei Ying's beloved voice is saying the most magnificent things and he doesn't understand how people process this much pleasure.

"Can I touch you again?" he pants, hands still gripping Wei Ying's hips like a vise. He wills his tears not to fall, not to ruin this. "Please, please Wei Ying. Let me touch you."