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When his fingers touch the guqin, Inquiry is no longer the first few notes that his fingers begin to play.
Neither is it Evocation, or Rest, or any hymns of battle.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!” The voice was sweeter than any music that he could have thought of in his lifetime. “Play our song for me, won't you?”
There was no need to ask a second time, as Wangji had been laid out in front of him, and calloused fingers began to pluck the strings in a tune that they both knew by heart.
A song that kept them company in the face of death.
A song that he played as a veiled confession of his feelings.
A song that led him back to his love for more than half his lifetime.
Sometimes, the shrill tune of the dizi would accompany him in counterpoint, and sometimes there was an appreciative silence; but always there was a comforting warmth by his side, whose face was lit by a genuine smile.
And when the music ends there is only the air of contentment.
“I love you too, Lan Zhan,” was the reply to his unspoken declaration and sealed with a kiss.
And there was nothing more that he could want.