"Those who are willing to look beyond what is already known. Amateur or not." Lan Wangji looks at him, not smiling, not yet, but soft around the eyes, glad for all the things they can now anticipate without fear. Little coils of memory are still nagging at him, small things, the way Wei Ying smiled at him during one lost afternoon -- he imagines they will keep coming, because he was sent in circles so many times, because Aornis made such a fool of him. But she is gone.