"Wait," Lan Wangji says, a gentle but firm quelling. He shakes back his sleeves and sets his hands to Wangji. Wei Ying had made gentle fun of him for continuing to practice so diligently when his musical cultivation has proven completely unnecessary here, but now he is glad that he did as he touches fingers and qi to strings in order to ask, as always, the first question any student of Inquiry learns, Who are you?
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Date: 2024-03-01 04:32 pm (UTC)