☆ | LAN WANGJI

Lan Wangji could still see the ghost of a smile from Wei Wuxian. Could still hear the teasing words of "Lan Zhan~". The wounds were fresh still. Even if it had been Thirteen years he wasn't over it.

There was a hole inside Lan Wangji. One that he was sure would never be filled again. He sat inside the western part of the Jingshi his private residence in the gusu clan mountain strumming a spare Guqin that wasn't his main one Wangji. Eyes Hollow and his face devoid of any emotion. Thirteen long years and yet he missed Wei Wuxian. His Wei Ying. Taking a deep breath his fingers stuttered on the string. He had been lost in thought when suddenly heard the pitter patter of feet.

there stood a disciple clad in the Gusu clan robes who had bowed his head politely. Fist in the palm of his hand outstretched

"Hánguāng-jūn..your presence is Requested in the Yashi" the disciple said before scurrying away clearly knowing that Lan Wangji was one to not accept intrusions into his personal space.

despite the disciple being gone he simply replied with a small grunt 'mn' before standing up and dusting himself off.

when he arrived at the Yashi Lan Wangji noticed his brother the head of the Gusu Sect sitting at a small table at the head of the Yashi. Then he noticed another figure. One he hasn't seen before sitting to the side at another small table. There seemed to be two disciples behind this figure. The two wearing black and red robes with a clan symbol he's never seen before.

Lan Xichen stared at Lan Wangji with a smile. Telling him to sit across from the stranger at another sitting table.

"Wangji I'd like you to meet someone" Lan Wangji simply grunted out a "mn" in acknowledgment