"You can write me as many as you want, but this one will always be my favorite," he smiles, and can't quite make him say the sort of romantic and mushy things he's feeling. He's always been better with salacious and silly flirting. But Lan Zhan's song is something he wants to keep close to his heart and never forget.

The next song feels melancholy, if he had to attribute a feeling to it. Heavier perhaps, and Wei Wuxian sits close, looping an arm around Lan Zhan's waist, even as he rests his head on his shoulder. It's the sort of sweet moment one might capture in a painting, something out of a love story and so overly sweet to those watching, but feeling it now in the moment, he can only feel happy, heart full. He waits for the song to end, the last reverberations of the string hanging in the air before he speaks.

"Tell me about that one," he asks, "does it have a name too?"