<blockquote>“Lan Zhaaaaan,” he whines, “are you sure I didn’t imagine that? He actually said he’s hosting our wedding banquet?”
Lan Wangji looks up from the desk, where he’s been reviewing notes from today’s lectures. “He did.”
“Jiang Cheng said that?”
“He did.”
Wei Ying sighs dramatically. “But what do you think it means?”
“I think it means he wants to mend things with you,” Lan Zhan says calmly.
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Or: one million times nobody talked about their feelings and one time they did (because I made them)</blockquote>
➤ followed this as a wip and it's been so long since I read the earlier parts of the story that I no longer remember much about it, but I did enjoy the fic!
