Characteristically, Lan Wangji is quiet again as he thinks on this. He has only one example from which to draw, and he and Wei Ying were hardly even friends. The memory of his own confession, locked in the treasury of his memory with no one else to corroborate the details, is too painful to consider during a conversation such as this. "I suspect this place may serve as a turning point," he says, slowly. "None of us will remain unchanged by our stay here."