<blockquote>“Still, if I knew you were coming I’d have put something on.” Wei Ying rolled his shoulders back. He had tied up his hair, but a curl of it escaped and clung to his damp neck. “This is no way to greet the chief cultivator. Sometimes I bring a shirt if I expect to run into impressionable maidens, but most days it’s just me and Little Apple.”
Five odd jobs Wei Wuxian took during his post-canon wandering, the people he met, and how he returned in the end.</blockquote>
