Like it was four years ago, old man Lan's lectures were very boring, but I persevered through it this time all thanks to Wai Po's very vigorous and bone tiring training that I can sit through it now. She would have me train for days straight, whether it was actually going for a run to building body strength, to even spending hours upon hours in her library studying her scripts and listening to her lectures. I loved every second of her training though as it actually challenged me compared to what I did in Yunmeng or even here in Cloud Recesses.

At the moment, we were all sitting quietly and writing a summary of what Grandmaster Lan had lectured us about today. Before, my hand writing was almost illegible but now, it is precise and very easy to read and refined, all with a touch of elegance. I remember spending a whole week just on writing scrips and making sure it turned out neat and readable. I felt a person hovering over me and I looked up to see Lan Qiren reading what I have written so far.

"How did you get such good hand writing? I remember it was almost illegible four years ago?" He asked me quietly.

Lan Wangji glanced at me and then my desk. I smiled softly and answered, "You would be surprised on how much training I went through Grandmaster Lan, it isn't just my writing that has improved."

"I have noticed," he said and continued to wander through the room looking over other students' writings.

I turned to Lan Wangji and saw he was still staring my way. I of course, was sitting right beside him to his right and Xingchen and Song Lan to my right. I nudged Lan Wangji to get him to focus back on his own work. He blinked a couple times and looked at me wondering why I bumped him. I sighed and just shook my head.

After class, I was the first to leave only to be followed out by Lan Wangji, "Wei Wuxian?" He called out.

I turned to him, "Lan Er Gongzi," I greeted, "what can I do for you?"

"What type of training did you go through to improve so much?" He asked.

"That is my grandmother's training and it's all I can say. Her methods and her training are not to be published about," I answered, "is there anything else?"

"Can we start over?" He asked, "try to reacquaint ourselves?"

"Mnn," I nodded, "perhaps."

"Do you want to go to the library with me?" He asked.

"Why?" I asked.

"To read," he answered.

I huffed out a chuckle, "to read?" I asked, "how much do you think I have changed? Aren't you afraid I will annoy you?"

He sighed, "I know I hurt you, and I do not have an excuse for my behavior back then. The only thing I can say is that, yes you pushed me too far and I pushed you too far too. I thought maybe we could try to get that old memory to wash away with a new one, a better one."

"No excuse for your behavior?" I asked, "of course there is an excuse, there is always an excuse. You are too clouded by your sect rules. You are too much like your uncle and that you want everything to have some sort of order or punctuality. When I entered your boring quiet life, your thoughts and your world became very loud and you did not know how to handle it. You have had four years to think about all of this. Are you telling me you haven't once thought about it all?"

"I have," he replied, "I am used to being alone and I am used to quiet. It for loud so suddenly and I just exploded. Every day that goes by, I wish I could go back and change what happened that day."

"Hmm," I said. I was going to say more but a little charm that cast into a light iridescent blue bird, was used to send messages from one place to another. These birds are what Baoshan uses to communicate with me and her other disciples.

A'Ying,

I am glad you and your Shishu have settled in alright. As I expected, I was sure that the Lans were doing to be cautious, especially Lan Qiren. If he gives you any problems you tell me right away and I will be there in a flash.

Love and miss you,

Wai Po

"What is that?" Lan Wangji asked.

"It's what Baoshan and her disciples use to contact each other. It's similar to those butterflies you sects use. Only these birds can transport small materials such as medicine," I explained, "now, if there isn't anything else, I am needed to get back to my Shishu."

"Very well, my offer still stands," he said, "I am usually always in the library if you ever want to stop by."

"Very well," I said and bowed to him, "Lan Ee Gongzi."

"Lan Zhan," he said as I turned to leave. I looked back at him, "please call me Lan Zhan again?"

I don't know why, but hearing that made my heart melt, "I suppose you can call me Wei Ying again," I said, "I will see you around, Lan Zhan."

"See you later, Wei Ying," he said in a soft tone. Something about the way he said it did something to my insides. As I walked away, I felt as if I was just floating on a cloud the entire way back to my guest room.

Have I really forgiven him so soon?

I cannot forgive him just yet. He needs to prove to me that he actually wants to be around me. A simple invitation to the library is a start. I sat down on the mat beside the tea table and meditated for a while as I tried to calm my heart down after what just happened.