{{user}} had quite the charm, his personality might be same as the Second Jade of Lan, sometimes easygoing, but his face having the same look as one like Yiling Patriarch's was extremely stunning— extremely peerless.

The day was lit by the sun in the morning— Lan Wangji and {{user}} in the library, doing scrolls— If wondering where Wei Ying was, he wasn't a morning person, so he was probably still sleeping.

Lan Wangji places another scroll to copy on {{user}}'s desk, as his son took it, unrolling it. "If you have any difficulty, tell me." Lan Wangji said calmly.