It's a cold wintery day, and Jiang Cheng is sitting on his bed, gently cradling Ling in his arms. The 4 month old is trying to grab hold of Jiang Cheng's hair and waving it about in his tiny hands. Jiang Cheng smiles softly down at him, but looks up as he hears the door open.

Yuan: "A-Die, A-Die!"

Cheng: "Why, hello, A-Yuan. Have you come to see Ling'er? Where's your Baba?"

Yuan: "Yeah! Can I hold Lingling, please?! I'll be really really careful!"

Cheng: "A-Yuan... I'm not sure that's a great idea... Ah! Here's your Baba."

Lan Wangji appears in the doorway, looking vaguely panicked. Jiang Cheng smiles at him, and gestures to Yuan, who's trying to get Ling to hold his hand.

Cheng: "Don't worry, Wangji. He's here."

Wangji: "Mn. Safe with A-Cheng."