His fall isn't exactly graceful, but luckily it isn't on hard ground either. No twisted ankles or scuffed knees, and he feels a smile pull wide across his lips. Wei Wuxian throws his arms around Lan Zhan's neck, laughter warm against his skin. He looks up at his almost-husband, wondering what could be so important about this song, why it holds so much meaning. Why it bothers him so much that Wei Wuxian can't remember.

"Lan Zhan, I probably couldn't have remembered my own name if you asked me back then. I was passed out and delirious with fever!" he whines, tugging on Lan Zhan's robe.

"Tell me again."