Wei Wuxian doesn't know if Lan Wangji is aware of it, but Wei Wuxian knows about his collection: the alcohol beneath the floorboards, the old drawings back from their school days, a flower pressed between the pages of a book.

Knowing Lan Wangji has kept him close all these years, in the ways he could, makes Wei Wuxian's chest feel tight with love and with grief.

They are together now and that is what matters; that is what Wei Wuxian holds on to.