After another hesitation, a short one, Lan Wangji sets his hands back to Wangji's strings and, again, commences playing. It is not the song he wrote for Wei Ying -- he likes Aleksander, but they are only shortly into their acquaintance, and he has played that song often enough recently that he is beginning to feel protective of it again. It is, however, a piece he composed during the last year of his seclusion. It is slow, melancholy, and deliberate, like the feeling of rebuilding something broken piece by piece, and of knowing that its reconstruction will not make it the same, but that it is worth the trying regardless.