Ah. It is not only one of those days. It is a day designed to force Lan Wangji to run the entire gamut of every emotion he can possibly feel. He could almost be resigned, but ice-cold disdain has washed away everything else.

He had meant to bring Wei Ying to the lake shore for a meditation under the willow tree, a favored spot of his, and then perhaps to entertain himself by tossing Wei Ying into the lake itself and affecting innocence. He stops dead, though, when he sees Jiang Wanyin, and his arm tightens around Wei Ying's waist, drawing him flush against Lan Wangji's side. He has nothing kind to say, so he says nothing, but his free hand drops to Bichen's hilt.