16 Jul 2020
He cannot lie and he does not want to. He plays his own name like a whisper. Wei Ying.
Lan Wangji's breath hitches. His eyes are open but they are unreadable, a flash of gold in the pale moonlight. He hesitates for one moment like he does not know what to ask, perhaps as if he has too many questions. Wei Wuxian waits for the accusation, the resentment.
The guqin sounds more like a cry as Lan Wangji plays, Are you at peace.