"But that day is today?" asks Wei Wuxian, mind racing. He himself had a birthday not long ago, didn't he? He'd never celebrated at home, Madam Yu would not allow it, but shijie had always snuck him extra sweets. Lan Wangji must have done something for it...he can almost recall...

"Our home!" Wei Wuxian blurts. Lan Wangji got him an entire home, and Wei Wuxian has made a vegetable loaf. "Lan Zhan," he cries in despair, "You did so much for me, and I didn't remember at all!"