That...isn't at all what he'd expected. Wei Ying watches the pain flicker over Wangji's face with confusion continuing to knit his brows together.

But he knows Lan Zhan well enough to know there is definitely something he's missing. Something important. So with an almost impatient (but more lethargic) wave of a hand (though he's trying to reign in the flickers of temper that he almost always feels these days), he sighs.

"Eeh...Lan Zhan...I'm too tired to drag whatever is bothering you out. Are you going to make me wait?"