"Lan Sizhui," he tries to commit the name to memory, hadn't Lan Zhan mentioned him before? Was he really old enough now to have been one of the juniors at Mo manor that night?

"He held to your leg and never let go, hm?" honestly, just knowing that A-Yuan was still alive helped fill some small measure of the hole in his heart. And surely he was spoiled by Lan Wangji growing up, if all the toys they'd brought back from Yiling were any indication.

"Of course, he's a very bright child! I gave him a good foundation of the basics," he assures, at least reasonably certain he can back the claim. But it pleases him to hear Lan Zhan talking about A-Yuan so fondly.

He takes another long sip of his tea, letting it cool him inside and out.