Frankly, that radiant smile is an apt reflection of how Lan Wangji often feels when he thinks of caring for Wei Ying. He doesn't smile again in return, but his eyes are still soft and warm. "We will need to exercise patience now," he warns Sunny, fetching the bowl into which he strained the liquid that was left over from cooking the beef. He pours it into the wok until most of the contents are covered.