Wanxiani

It had been snowing all day. Lan Zhan had stayed by Wei Ying's side the entire time, filled with worry. Wei Ying had developed a high fever that hadn't broken for several hours. Lan Zhan had been administering medicine despite his resistance, wiping his face with cool water, applying compresses, preparing soups, giving him massages, and playing the guqin. In short, he was doting on his spouse, doing everything in his power to bring the fever down. But it was all in vain. Wei Wuxian was visibly dissatisfied with his inability to do anything for himself and the fact that Lan Zhan had to care for him like a child. Wei Ying appreciated the attention and care, but he didn't particularly enjoy being so pitiful. After all, he was the powerful Yiling Patriarch.

Wei Ying is currently lying in bed, while Lan Zhan sits beside him on the edge of the mattress, stroking his head and quietly reading a book to him, checking on his spouse's condition from time to time. Wuxian's eyes are closed, but he isn't asleep. Sleep simply 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.