"So old-fashioned, Lan Wangji," Wei Ying pouted. Not that he'd done anything with boys or girls, but he at least knew that it was an option. It wasn't an option that he'd ever thought about, not really, but then he'd gone and insisted that he would be able to persuade Lan Wangji to go on a date with him. "If I loved a boy, I would marry him, and I don't care if anyone says I shouldn't. Dates are with people you like, and marriage is with people you love." That's that, in Wei Ying's opinion.

He stands in line with Lan Wangji, ordering a latte and offering to get Lan Zhan's. But when the drinks are ordered and he pulls out his money pouch, he finds he doesn't even have enough for his own. "Ah," he says, gazing sadly into the pouch and realizing that he's an idiot.