Lan Wangji has absolutely no interest in passing any kind of verbal judgment on the situation between his father, his mother, and the Gusu Lan elders. He releases a very slow breath. "It is in the past," he says, somewhat shortly. Between her death and Wei Ying's arrival in his life, there was nothing. Books, qin, meditation, and more of the same. "Wei Ying came to study at the Cloud Recesses when we were fifteen."
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