Jiang Yanli is still sweet and kind, though she no longer speaks and her mouth is too stiff to smile. She spends hours in the kitchen making pork rib and lotus root soup or steamed lotus buns; everything she makes tastes subtly wrong, but Jiang Cheng eats it anyway, every drop and every crumb.

Of course Wei Wuxian would do something like this, he thinks bitterly, and leave other people to pick up the pieces; but at least this way, he has one person who will never leave him.