Jiang Cheng feels his heart break at the confession as well. Damn Wei Wuxian. Damn Lan Wangji. Damn the world. He gives another mournful sound and buries himself more against his dragon. He leans and licks broad strokes along his dragon’s neck, where he can reach, tucking and burrowing his head against the slim body.

Promised to another, just like him.

Let’s not trouble ourselves with that and give this last night to each other. I love you, my dragon, and I want to spend at least one night with you knowing it and knowing you love me too.