Sizhui doesn't have much memories of Wei Wuxian either. They're memories of a three year old, and then after Lan Wangji took him in, he broke into a fever and forgotten the memory of the man who raised him.

He was with him on the Dafan mountain along with the other juniors and that's where he last remembered too. Handing him over the chocolate, "Yeah, I thought we're were going home. We were on the mountain. Have you seen the others? I couldn't find Jingyi and Jin Ling."

Now that with sheer luck, he has found him, he'll follow his lead like a duckling, as expected of a child to a parent. Sizhui did expected he'll make it on his own in this strange world. He even ditched the first day of school last week just to go find anyone he recognized as his family. Finding Lan Wangji, a connection to his home and his clan, it's a relief to say the least, so now it's sensible to him to stick together.

"Hanguang-Jun. Any idea where we're going? We're in Nevada, right?" Pronouncing the name on a tongue that is used to speaking the Gusu dialect.