Wuxian almost falls backwards, he looks over at his husband with wide eyes and then finally, finally looks over at Jin Ling's companion.

Wen Yuan.

"A-Yuan...?" he asks, his voice breaking a little.

Yuan hadn't known what to think when Wei Wuxian asked - he would have thought the Yiling Patriarch, of all people, wouldn't have had a problem with him being a Wen, but there's a desperation in his voice that Yuan doesn't understand. He clings to Jin Ling's hand when he answers the question and prays, prays that he isn't about to die.

Then Wei Wuxian responds in that broken tone and his head jerks up to stare at the older man.

"Have... do I... have we met?" he asks slowly, hope creeping into his voice.

"Were you... what do you remember, from when you were small?" Wei Wuxian asks.

"I..." Yuan shakes his head "I had a fever, I don't remember anything before that, I was found by a family in Yiling-"

"In Yiling?" Wei Wuxian sits up again, his eyes intense, and Yuan nods.

"I just remember... little things, before that... paper butterflies, being..." he blushes "being buried in a radish patch.... I remember I was loved..."

"You were, you were so loved, my A-Yuan..." he turns to look at Lan Zhan "Lan Zhan it's... it's him, it's really him..."