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It snowed all day today. Lan Zhan stayed by Wei Ying's side the entire time, worried. Wei Ying had developed a high fever and hadn't broken it for several hours. Lan Zhan gave him medicine, though he resisted, wiped his face with cool water, made compresses, made soups, massaged him, and played the guqin. In short, he took care of his husband and tried to lower his fever. But it was all to no avail. Wei Wuxian was visibly dissatisfied with himself, unable to do anything and having Lan Zhan care for him like a child. Wei Ying appreciated his attention and concern, but he didn't really want to be so pitiful. He was, after all, the powerful Yiling Elder.

Wei Ying is currently lying in bed, and Lan Zhan is sitting next to him on the edge of the bed, stroking his head, quietly reading to him, and occasionally checking on his husband. Wuxian's eyes are closed, but he's not asleep. Sleep won't come.

It snowed all day today. Lan Zhan stayed by Wei Ying's side the entire time, worried. Wei Ying had developed a high fever and hadn't broken it for several hours. Lan Zhan gave him medicine, though he resisted, wiped his face with cool water, made compresses, made soups, massaged him, and played the guqin. In short, he took care of his husband and tried to lower his fever. But it was all to no avail. Wei Wuxian was visibly dissatisfied with himself, unable to do anything and having Lan Zhan care for him like a child. Wei Ying appreciated his attention and concern, but he didn't really want to be so pitiful. He was, after all, the powerful Yiling Elder.

Wei Ying is currently lying in bed, and Lan Zhan is sitting next to him on the edge of the bed, stroking his head, quietly reading to him, and occasionally checking on his husband. Wuxian's eyes are closed, but he's not asleep. Sleep won't come.