The playing came to an abrupt halt as Lan Zhan's eyes flashed open, his hands immediately going to the strings to keep them still. His expression had returned to its usual impassiveness, and he slowly, slowly turned his head to look at the man on the bed.
The tension in his shoulders slowly eased, and with one smooth movement of his arm, the guqin disappeared. He stood, slowly and carefully, ignoring the soreness in his limbs as he stepped over towards Wei Ying.
He'd never been great with words. Not like Wei Ying. He seemed to always know what to say - or, at least, to just keep saying things until something worked. Lan Zhan had never had that ability. Even when he knew he wanted to say something, if it wasn't business - if it wasn't important - if it had anything to do with his feelings - he struggled.
He was struggling now.
It took him a few seconds before: "How are you feeling?"
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The tension in his shoulders slowly eased, and with one smooth movement of his arm, the guqin disappeared. He stood, slowly and carefully, ignoring the soreness in his limbs as he stepped over towards Wei Ying.
He'd never been great with words. Not like Wei Ying. He seemed to always know what to say - or, at least, to just keep saying things until something worked. Lan Zhan had never had that ability. Even when he knew he wanted to say something, if it wasn't business - if it wasn't important - if it had anything to do with his feelings - he struggled.
He was struggling now.
It took him a few seconds before: "How are you feeling?"