"To you." he repeats, "I felt nothing for the others."

Only confusion and disgust. However Wei Ying doesn't disgust him. Lan Zhan takes note of how he steps back and from some unknown well of courage, he pursues him. His arms are slender but strong as he wraps them around the demon's lord's neck. He has no practice in this and maybe he will regret it keenly. However this is what he wants more than life, more sanity or safety.

He kisses the demon lord, softly at first, but desperation takes hold and lights him on fire, his lips eagerly sucking and biting at Wei Ying's.

His lover isn't dead.