Lan Wangji was calmly walking around Gusu, the soft sounds of water running on the river close by and the disciples who passed him filling his head. His expression was neutral, even as his eyes secretly ran across the path ahead, searching for his beloved nearby.

And, ah, there he was. Wei Ying was never too far away from Lan Wangji. Laughing from something one of the disciples had said, Wei Ying was carefree as he stood there, gaining the attention of many teens who stared at him with wonder. When Wei Ying caught sight of his husband, however, his attention shifted so very quickly.

In a second, Wei Ying was running - and breaking another rule, as usual, which Lan Wangji never minded anymore- towards the second master Lan. Lan Wangji could feel himself soften.

"Wei Ying."