The touch is shockingly gentle, and he's reminded of another life, another time, when his Shijie had wiped away his tears and replaced them with calming reassurance. He let his eyes close for a moment, nodding as he took a slow breath. A-Yuan was alright, he was safe, happy.

Even the news that he couldn't remember Wei Wuxian couldn't dampen his spirit, not completely. It's probably better if he doesn't, those memories, though speckled with happiness, can't help but have a pall cast over them. No child should have to grow up in the Burial Mounds.

"It's fine," he shook his head, smile faltering for only a moment, "I mean- that's more than alright. He shouldn't have to... I'm just glad he's alive, of course."

He finally remembered to let go of Lan Zhan's sleeve, rubbing his face briefly on the back of his own to clear away any remaining tear tracks.