He knows the poem. They read it together once, more than a decade ago as the candles dimmed late into the night, and when their eyes met, both knew their hearts yearned for more than just tender words.

And now they could have that.

Seeing his beloved leave little kisses along the knuckles of his long and dexterous fingers really hammers home that simple truth.

After so long, they're finally, finally free.

Lan Xichen cannot stop smiling as he presses a kiss on the crown of A-Yao's head.

"It was always you, A-Yao. It could never be anyone else."