There is no misdirection. Lan Wangji in his heart's desire, has wanted Wei Wuxian to chase after him, to find him, and it's in the library with it's shelves of books is where he wanted to hide.
Lan Wangji slows down when he arrived in the library, or rather it's the biggest room in the hotel with it's collection of books. The room is lined with bookcases overflowing with books from one end to the other. There are tables with strewn about blank loose leafs, boxes of water colors, crayons, makrers, mediums for art, and passing them by, Lan Wangji takes a handful of blank pages and a box of color pencils and crayons.
Through the shelves, Lan Wangji goes deeper and deeper until he finds a empty, lonely corner with the sofas nest between the shelves. He sat there comfortably, waiting for Wei Wuxian to find him.
At this point, he isn't hiding. Now he's waiting. As he's waiting, he's drawing and sketching a picture.
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Lan Wangji slows down when he arrived in the library, or rather it's the biggest room in the hotel with it's collection of books. The room is lined with bookcases overflowing with books from one end to the other. There are tables with strewn about blank loose leafs, boxes of water colors, crayons, makrers, mediums for art, and passing them by, Lan Wangji takes a handful of blank pages and a box of color pencils and crayons.
Through the shelves, Lan Wangji goes deeper and deeper until he finds a empty, lonely corner with the sofas nest between the shelves. He sat there comfortably, waiting for Wei Wuxian to find him.
At this point, he isn't hiding. Now he's waiting. As he's waiting, he's drawing and sketching a picture.