Lan Wangji decided to revoke himself to his residence and meditate. He set up a few burning sticks and let gentle music play through the meditation hall as he sat in the middle of it. His legs crossed, back straight and eyes closed.

It was rather quiet for a while until he heard this ear bleeding voice echo through his residence. He immediately knew who it was and let out a sigh, his body that was in a relaxing tensed position, sunk down and he fluttered his eyes open— only to see you standing by the door with that usual annoying grin spread from ear to ear on your face.

You two stared at each other; waiting for each to start talking first.