"I do not do things because I am told to," Wei Wuxian huffs, though he's far more upset with himself. He stares at the table, and then Lan Wangji, who is staring at the loaf.

Wei Wuxian sits up straight, releasing Lan Wangji to cut him a slice oft he loaf. "If you like it," he says, "I will make it every year for your birthday. Then it will be special, Lan Zhan, just like you are."