With Wei Ying sprawled on top of him, the only possible way for him to escape, to hide, is to either twist out from under him or to close his eyes.
He chooses the latter, and struggles to find words.
"You know," he says again. "That song."
He had even, in one of the most daring moments of his life, confessed the name of the song to Wei Ying in the Xuanwu's cave. Wei Ying had never said anything about it, and Lan Wangji had silently concluded that Wei Ying was being kind, choosing to not embarrass him, and had never mentioned it again.
He had not even realized the other man remembered the song at all until Wei Ying had started to play the melody, here at the inn.
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He chooses the latter, and struggles to find words.
"You know," he says again. "That song."
He had even, in one of the most daring moments of his life, confessed the name of the song to Wei Ying in the Xuanwu's cave. Wei Ying had never said anything about it, and Lan Wangji had silently concluded that Wei Ying was being kind, choosing to not embarrass him, and had never mentioned it again.
He had not even realized the other man remembered the song at all until Wei Ying had started to play the melody, here at the inn.
"It -- has words, yes. I--"