Aleksandra

“Wen Yuan held him in one hand and a wooden sword in the other, wearing the grass butterfly on his head, 'Brother Xian, would Brother Rich ever come here again?'

Wei WuXian bursted, 'Who’s Brother Rich?'

Wen Yuan answered seriously, 'The rich brother is Brother Rich.'

Wei WuXian, 'Then what about me?'

As expected, Wen Yuan answered, 'You are Brother Xian. Brother Poor.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“Hearing the dog, Wei WuXian immediately felt his hair rise. He shrunk back into Lan WangJi’s arms, half-dead with fright, 'Lan Zhan!'

Lan WangJi had already embraced him without needing any reminder, replying, 'I am here!'

Wei WuXian, 'Hug me!'

Lan WangJi, 'I am hugging you!'

Wei WuXian, again, 'Hug me tight!'

Lan WangJi, also, 'I am hugging you tight!”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“But…Wei WuXian looked slightly to the side. He saw Lan WangJi, who stood beside him, without any hint of hesitation, any thought of withdrawing.

But, this time, he wasn’t alone anymore.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“His entire leg was covered with the black bruise of the Curse Mark. After staring at it a while, Lan WangJi spoke in a bitter voice, "... I only left for a few hours.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]