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A dark form slides through the shallow water, a crimson tail turning in the current. Wei Wuxian breaks the surface and smiles, water running down his face toward his upturned lips. The sun shines along his wet hair before he goes under. Lan Wangji sees only him gliding through the clear river below. Distantly he hears the sounds of water and youths splashing and laughing. It is just another sound of the mountain, of the forest. Just as their play is just the wind shaking the ferns.
Wei Wuxian is fast, and Lan Wangji smiles at his ease and grace.