Ever since the wedding, the birthday, and death all happened in one month, he can feel himself slowly drifted away and their friendship has changed. He can feel it and the words get lost triggered in his mind and he felt the phantom pain on his body.

Of course, that's not what he said, but Lan Wangji felt a sudden pain being stabbed to his heart and realized that perhaps he's no longer wanted even though he has no clue that he's actually happy to see him again.

"I...oh. As long as you're fine." At that, he slowly backed away while he has some dignity left, his expression sad and heavy with guilty and suddenly, the snow felt a lot colder to him. In a weak voice, almost a whisper strained with fear. "...Wei Ying, I'm sorry."