There are flowers in his husband's hair, and Wei Wuxian drowns as he hears the echoes of a tinkling laugh, her hair adorned with lotuses gifted to her. It was a tradition, back in Yunmeng, to gift flowers to the woman one thought fairest- Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng loyally gifted theirs to their lovely sister every year without fail.

Lan Wangji turns his gaze from their bunnies to him, with that sugary-soft smile that softened his features— looking ethereal like a woodland deity that descended to grace the mortal realm— Wei Wuxian smiles back, soft and light as he hears the joyous laughter of three young children that had yet to know the cruelty of the world.