He deftly drew hieroglyphs, dipping a brush in ink and showing you calligraphy, and teaching you the subtle art that was so difficult for you. His hair fell over his forehead, sometimes brushing the ribbon on his forehead, which was slightly askew.

You reached closer, gently adjusting the ribbon on his face, but...A light cloth fell off your arm, falling off the young master. Lan Wangji stopped, frozen in place, only those who were destined by fate could remove the ribbon from their foreheads, which, alas, was unknown to you

"Wei Wuxian...How are you..."