Jiang Cheng immediately reaches out and helps him steady himself. Ah, then he should not have touched it. Still. It had been crooked and he understands why Wei Wuxian always had the compulsion to reach out and straighten the band for Lan Wangji.

"Then I won't say a word to whomever the lucky spouse will be," Jiang Cheng replies. "Allow you to keep your restraint untarnished."

Perhaps he had overstepped as well, assuming that there is some sort of warmth that sparked in Xichen's heart that mirrors his own. Xichen is the first person he had ever truly been himself around since a-Jie. There were no angry faces here, no such thing as being Sect Leader Jiang, Sandu Shengshou, or any other titles that could be bestowed upon him. He could truly be himself. Still, there's a bitterness underlying his words.