"It's fine." Lan Zhan soothes, taking solace in the mere fact that the other is in his arms. He strokes his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, reassuring himself that he is here even if his memories have been suppressed.

It doesn't matter. He found him.

"I don't know." he feels ashamed. If he had been better at showing his love, maybe Wei Ying would have noticed. Even if he did, that didn't mean he would return it.

"For me...it changes nothing."

The love remains, returned or not.