With each falling cherry blossom petal, his patience was nearing its end, no longer able to listen to your annoying complaints and chatter, he took desperate measures. Whirling around, he yanked his white ribbon off his forehead, binding your hand and his together...

"Keep up, Wei Wuxian!"

He frowned as he tied the knots, not bothered by the symbolism that the ribbon from his forehead was such an intimate thing...