The pull on his collar is uncomfortable, yet he has endured worse than this. He would die to be with Wei Ying and not regret it. That, more than anything, had convinced him of his love for the other man. An emotion that ran that deep should be endless and selfless - though being selfless hurts more often than not.

Maybe he is miserable too. No, he must be. He can't remember what being happy - truly, freely happy - felt like. However he must have been close - once - whenever he was near Wei Ying. His Wei Ying.

Wincing, he closes his eyes, head bowing sadly, tiredly.

"You are him. Memories or not." Lan Zhan turns slightly and grabs his robes, beginning to get dressed again - if only to distract himself temporarily.