Lan Wangji takes the picture and... oh. It's beautiful. He drew it in one of the plum trees that dot the Cloud Recesses, flowering bright red in the wintertime.

He'd looked out at those, all winter long, every petal flying by on the wind reminding him of an old hair ribbon.

He looks at the drawing, at the monkey who is carefree, possibly thinking about stealing fruits, a little bit of a mischievous character, and he smiles. "It's beautiful."

He holds onto it, very carefully.