Wei Wuxian's heart flutters when he says that, and he bites down on his own lower lip, overwhelmed by his feelings. He doesn't deserve someone who loves him enough to say such a thing. He's not sure anyone is a good enough person to deserve that kind of love. I'm sorry you had to wait. He believes it, and believes that Lan Zhan would have gladly sacrificed anything to have spared him the waiting.

The gentle touch warms him, awakening his skin and making him long for more. He's relaxing quickly, letting himself forget everything that exists outside of this bed.

"Wei Ying," he murmurs, carefully testing out the name. "Hm. I like it better when you say it."