Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

Lan Wangji, still holding that informational sheet in both hands, nods, very serious. He folds the paper crisply in half and tucks it into his sleeve. He will hang onto this and show it to Wei Ying. Wei Ying will like the idea of this Pride -- a protest and a celebration, a show of defiance. "Thank you," he says to Apollo, with sincerity.