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‘Some old habits will not change, huh.’, he thought.
Every night the Jingshi walls echoed the notes of songs played on a guqin, and every night Wei Wuxian thought about the reason this nightly routine initially took place.
After his death, Lan Wangji played Inquiry every night until his battered body couldn’t take it anymore or his hands felt so numb, he could no longer pull on the strings.
Thinking about the night Wangji opened about it was still a sore memory for Wei Wuxian...
After he came back – thanks for that, Mo Xuanyu, bless you heart – up until the events at the GuanYin temple, there were not a lot of opportunities for Wangji to play his qin that did not involve some type of cultivation technique; seeing the songs changing from cultivational to folk or love songs was heartwarming, to say the least.
Wei Wuxian laid on his stomach, head hanging slightly out of the mattress, almost enough to rest his chin on top of Lan Wangji’s shoulder while his arms still danced with elegance above Wangji’s strings.
Tonight’s song was a work in progress.