On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Lan Wangji finishes washing the teapot itself and passes that, too, to Galahad. It gives him a moment to think about how he wants to answer. "We were alone," he says, then. "We had already performed our first two bows in the family shrine at Lotus Pier. Only one remained." It didn't matter that, when he took those two bows with Wei Ying beside him, he barely dared to hope that they meant what he wanted them to mean. He would have married him then if he had thought it was wanted. He would have married him the day he came back to life. "Wei Ying had already threatened to dunk me in a pig's cage for taking him once before we were married. We bowed to each other before the next time."