Lan Wangji gave thanks every morning when he woke up and Wei Ying was still at his side. He didn't know how he would have adapted to a world without his beloved in it again. He hadn't done well the sixteen years that Wei Ying was dead.
He stroked his husband's neck gently.
"It is a very pretty bunny," he said with one of his smiles that he reserved only for Wei Ying.