Lan Zhan moves so swiftly, speaks so fervently, Wei Wuxian can only look up at him in surprise. He closes his eyes as those fingertips trace his features, for a moment wishing he could see himself as Lan Zhan does. Even if he never manages it, it's enough that Lan Zhan loves him so much, and Wei Wuxian smiles, catching one of Lan Zhan's hands with his own.

"You could be speaking of yourself, Twin Jade of Lan."