Lan Zhan is quiet, listening to him, and almost trembling from self-restraint. There are several things he is afraid of. Losing Wei Ying, seeing him cry, being terrified of what the hotel can do to them, separating them, taking one's life away as a punishment, and Wei Ying's terrible temper. He observes him, seeing the look of defeat on his face, wanting to say words that he wanted to say. The laughter and teasing seem forced and half-hearted. He sensed his fear. He isn't convinced that he is happy for him, sensing his hurt.

"Being convenient is not kindness. You have not messed everything up." Wordlessly, he rose from his seat, went over his to side to slide his arms around his waist and pulls him up, and gives him a hug. "Then I'll take the blame for being shameless because I want what I shouldn't have, for what isn't mine. So, please forgive me for being unkind to you."

Hugging him tight in his arms, "Wei Ying." That's it. Just a soft murmur of his name. "You're hurt."