Wei Wuxian shakes his head. "I cannot imagine it, and in your Uncle's case, I refuse to try. Baby Lans simply grow in your gardens." He laughs again, not quite able to extract his arm to run his fingers through Lan Wangji's hair, so he settles for rubbing his cheek against it instead.

"I buried A-Yuan like a radish, you know," he notes. "And he is a Lan now. Theory proven."