“Alright, it’s just us now. Where to, Lan Zhan?”
“Let’s go home,” says Lan Zhan.
Wei Wuxian twirls his flute.

“Alright.” A pause.
“Lan Zhan. Back then, inside the Xuanwu Cave, did you create that song you played?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Just tell me. Did you create that song?”
“Mm.”
“And you’ve never let others hear it?”

“Never.”
“No wonder you knew it was me the moment I played it on Dafan Mountain. So, what’s the name of the song?”
“…Wangxian.”
“Wang-xian? Wangxian…“

“A good name. I like it.”
