Lan Wangji is supremely annoyed every time Wei Ying brings it up and doesn't realize it's their song, it's Lan Wangji's heart and hopes and dreams. And yes, he hopes Wei Ying realizes this means he wrote it when he was sixteen, had already picked out the title then.

And yet, he can't fault his husband, and instead, kisses his forehead. He's just happy to have him here once more, have him forever.

"You played it terribly when you were resurrected," he chides, though he knows he was doing so to hide his identity. It was still hard to hear him butcher it.