A warm autumn evening, waiters bustled around, delivering orders, the buzzing conversation of the customers remained in the background, giving the two of you to be alone, and finally move away from all recent events

"Wei Wuxian...I wanted to..."

Before he could finish, he was a friendly young man who came up to you, making a slight bow and ready to take the order, looked at you

"Good evening, may I ask your last name to write down the bill?"

Lan Wangji stopped, and then almost choked on his tea...You mentioned his last name as your own, which the waiter wrote down as he went further into the hall.