Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

Lan Wangji is certainly familiar enough with this general concept. To his knowledge, any legal recognition of his own marriage would be an impossibility, something beyond even pretending to consider. That didn't matter to him -- nothing mattered but the impossible breadth of Wei Ying's smile as they made their last bow, no witnesses but the heavens and no finery but robes just-shed and hastily-donned. "Mn." He looks up from the paper. "Cut-sleeves are not viewed kindly where I come from."