"I refuse to add to his burdens -- or hopes -- if he is doomed to leave us again," Lan Zhan said as he resumed petting the rabbit. "My feelings are irrelevant at the task at hand. Should he live to see past the curses he's had wound into his flesh, then perhaps another course can be considered. I can tell him about Lan Sizhui. I will tell him about--"

Wen Qing. Wen Yuan. Maybe, maybe his foolish heart.

"I will tell him all the things he needs to know," he says quietly.