[Wangji strolled after Wuxian. This is quite romantic. A clearless night with the full moon out. Old tombstones abandoned with names and years engraved. Some eligible, some faded from the years. The smell of the earth as they walked over grass. So quiet and eerie. In the far distance, an owl hooted.]

...mn. Headstones. Some of them are old.

[A mild remark. With a small sigh and as Wei Ying stumbles, he caught his hand to help him steady himself and regain his balance on his feet. Such a klutz after drinking a whole jar of Emperor smiles on his own.]

Stand upright. You know, Wei Ying. I don't mind going to the carnival if that's what you wanted. I think it's much better.