"Aah, I didn't realize. I seem to remember being punished for all my laughter and smiles," admittedly they had very different idea of fun, and Wei Wuxian well knew when he'd broken a rule or two. He laughs though, bumping against Lan Zhan's shoulder lightly.

He didn't expect quite the heartfelt welcome though, seeing that most had cheeered to hear news of his death. Glad he was back? Missed dearly?

"I never thought you were so sentimental, Lan Zhan," his smile is fond, and he can breathe a little easier, the worst effects of the tea having passed. This man might not be the same Lan Wangji he'd known, but he was close enough, in spirit and memory.