Lan Wangji only laughs and smiles when his long black hair cascades down his shoulders and the ribbon unravels. It's the same face and...pretty much everything that he's been in love with for all of these years.

"You are handsome, Wei Ying. To me, you are. Let me brush your hair."

Picking up a brush from the table, he went over to comb his hair to straighten it out.