Jiāng Chéng picks up the scent of blood first, tearing his thoughts away from the letter. His nose twitches when he smells it, the iron tang in the air. A frown passes over his face. His tail swishes from left to right before he focuses on keeping it as still possible. It doesn’t help anyone of his disciples to let them know he is agitated.
Lan Qiren: Wangji, do you still remember Lan Sect’s rules? Don’t make noise. Don’t push, fight / chase. Don’t be unhappy today. Happy Birthday!
Lan Xichen: Wangji, Happy Birthday! I’m glad to see your growth today. Hope you can smile so happy forever.
Lan Sizhui: Sizhui wishes Hanguang-jun Happy Birtheday. Happy and peace will always be with you, and smile will always be on your face.
Lan Jingyi: Hanguang-jun, Happy Birthday! The most surprising thing for me this year is Hanguang-jun, such a cool man would smile. Wish Hanguang-jun will always be happy.
Wei Wuxian: Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look at me, look at me! Today is your birthday. These Gentian flowers are for you. Hope you can be always smiling like this. Because you’re really good-looking!
