A small, sad smile curves his lips upon seeing the brand. There it is. He can't recall where it was received or why, but the man he loves is marked precisely like this. His fingertips trace around the burned skin and he loosens his robe, revealing he has an almost identical mark on his chest.

"Yes." Lan Zhan presses him against the bed, initiating a deeper kiss, chasing away the demons that haunt them both. He will give Wei Ying peace - if only for a little while.