Lan Wangji felt morose. Once again, Wei Ying doesn't understand or remember...as he explained to him before that it's only him that he is in love with. Always had, always been, no matter what form.

However, he made a promise that he won't be angry at Wei Ying no matter what happens. If anything, he felt a heaviness in his heart and resignation and accept Wei Ying as he is, as gently as he could.

With the rabbit and paintings in hand, he ordered to the staff to have the paint and paper to be delivered to his room. Riding the elevator up, then exiting on his floor, and upon arrival to his room, there's a staff member that brought a tray of paper and painting supplies.

Taking those into his room, he laid the rabbit on his bed, and without saying a word, he made up his mind to past the afternoon to paint pictures.

It's up to Wei Ying to decide if he's ready to talk to him again, but Lan Wangji is sullen and unhappy. Talk about what just happened or leave the room to get some space.

However, as time went on after a few moment of silence without looking at him as he stare at the blob of colors on the paper, trying to understand his feelings.

"No matter what form you taken now. You're still the man I'm in love with. There is no other."