[ Lan Zhan's heart beats wildly in his chest, this time because of fear rather than unbridled love. He probably should have started with this to give Wei Ying the chance to be insulted, disgusted, or whatever other negative emotions it might inspire. He tries to remind himself that Wei Ying had been the one to jump the gun on romantic confessions, leaving Lan Zhan to scramble to catch up. ]

I bought that photograph. [ A blurted truth to match Wei Ying's only moments ago. ] I wanted to support you, and— [ He swallows thickly, nervous. ] I did not want anyone else to have an intimate picture of you.