The candle has burnt itself halfway by the time Song Lan stirs. Wangji has been meditating with his eyes closed and he can feel the weight of the other man’s eyes on him, senses when they slide over to Wei Ying’s sleeping form.
Slowly, gingerly, Song Lan gets to his feet, still favouring the side he had injured, probably in the fight with Wen Ning. Wangji opens his eyes a crack, just in time to see the moonlight glowing through the paper windows catch the edge of Fuxue’s blade.
The night after Xue Yang’s death, Lan Wangji and Song Lan share a moment. I never knew I needed this – it hurts, but it’s also so very beautiful, to see Wangji use his own painful experiences to reach out to a man who’s lost everything.