[ No spirits? Lan Wangji knits his brows together as Wei Ying draws nearer, and without getting up from his position sitting on the floor, he reaches into the slit in Wei Ying's top, grabbing for something. His eyes go just a bit wider as he produces Chenqing, not fully removing it from its spot but kind of awkwardly... grasping a warm flute sticking out of his shirt. ]
Wei Ying?
[ He quickly stuffs it back in and then packs up his guqin, which is somehow elegant despite the fact that he can't just make it glow blue and stuff itself back in his bag. ]
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Wei Ying?
[ He quickly stuffs it back in and then packs up his guqin, which is somehow elegant despite the fact that he can't just make it glow blue and stuff itself back in his bag. ]
What is the meaning of this?