With a sip of his ice tea, he managed to slowly calm himself. With a nod, looking away "Mn. Nature and rules. Opposite way. The nature of the Way, the Dao."

Looking shyly away. Even now, he's in turmoil over the other Wei Ying. But this one wants to read his poetry. How very kind. Lan Wangji is a recluse and hides in his own shell.

After much thought, "Perhaps...another time. I'll write a poem. Just for you to read." A poem he hopes he'll enjoy reading.