"Mm, there are structures that can be built," Lan Wangji answers, having no real idea of how to reconstruct the houses of glass that he'd seen in Gusu to protect delicate crops. "A covering, at the least. If Wei Ying wants it, we will make it happen. This is our home, Wei Ying, whatever you desire we can make happen." He drops a kiss to Wei Ying's forehead and then between his dark brows.