He'd written that song during the years that Wei Ying had gone, and Lan Wangji had thought he'd be alone forever. He thought that all he could do to keep Wei Ying was to write him songs, and play him Inquiries.

"I love you," he responds, hand slipping through the silky, black locks. He nuzzles into Wei Ying's hair, and leans back against the tree, pulling Wei Ying with him so they can rest together.