[ keep this up and there is no way that Wei Ying will even remember that they are supposed to be going to a funeral. he won't remember that there is a world beyond the feeling of Lan Zhan's fingers against his scalp and the soft sounds of jade against his hair. Wei Ying lets his head tip forward a little more, eyes fluttering closed as he lets a soft noise slip free.
hopefully that doesn't stop Lan Zhan, because this is the most at peace Wei Ying has felt in months and he honestly does not want it to stop.]
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hopefully that doesn't stop Lan Zhan, because this is the most at peace Wei Ying has felt in months and he honestly does not want it to stop.]