“I’m fine,” Shen Wei said. His head drooped, forehead coming to rest on Zhao Yunlan’s shoulder. “Yunlan.” And then, “Zhao Yunlan.”Zhao Yunlan sucked in a breath and stilled. He cupped one hand on the back of Shen Wei’s head and fumbled for his cold fingers with the other. “All right.” He breathed in and out, blinking against his stinging eyes. “All right.”
G, h/c. Zhao Yunlan taking care of Shen Wei for a change. This is just plain lovely and impossibly endearing – especially the way the usually messy Zhao Yunlan makes sure to straighten everything the way his Xiao Wei would.