like a force to be reckoned with

Wei Ying was a bright yellow.He should be white, Lan Zhan thought, because of his teeth. Because whenever Lan Zhan looked at him, Wei Ying was always smiling, always happy. Because white was pure, his uncle once said, white was untainted. But white was also the door to his mother’s room, white was also the hospital, white were also the walls caging him in whenever he was grounded for waiting in the hallway. White were the clouds only waiting for water to fill them, to make them heavy, to make them dark until it rained so that his mother’s gentians bloomed a dark blue. Lan Zhan didn’t think white was untainted.So instead, Wei Ying was a bright yellow.or: a mostly fluffy slice of life that shows wangxian growing up together and finding their way to each other.