If he was sober, Wangji would be a lot more concerned about this turn of events, but as it is, he’s mostly just mildly confused. He stands, swaying a little, watching Wei Ying shake where he sits.
It was those women, he thinks. He wonders if he should go and make sure they leave Wei Ying alone next time.
But thankfully his drunk thought process does not retain information that long, and soon he is swaying a little as he looks around.
It looks like there’s some kind of fair or market on - Christmas themed, with tons of little electric lights, though Lan Zhan has no idea to its meaning. There are also foods available. He looks to the booths, looks at Wei Ying, looks to the booths, and then back to Wei Ying.
A moment of silence later, and then he’s stumbling off toward where he can buy provisions.
The first one sells cotton candy, whatever that is...
rip Wei Ying
It was those women, he thinks. He wonders if he should go and make sure they leave Wei Ying alone next time.
But thankfully his drunk thought process does not retain information that long, and soon he is swaying a little as he looks around.
It looks like there’s some kind of fair or market on - Christmas themed, with tons of little electric lights, though Lan Zhan has no idea to its meaning. There are also foods available. He looks to the booths, looks at Wei Ying, looks to the booths, and then back to Wei Ying.
A moment of silence later, and then he’s stumbling off toward where he can buy provisions.
The first one sells cotton candy, whatever that is...