The sound of his voice chased away the darkness, anchoring him to the present. The sight of him alone made his heart sing, eroding the scars of grief and the agony of loss. The heavy weight of sorrow and the stinging truth that he alone mourned for Wei Ying. To live without Wei Ying was to live without air.

To find Wèi Yīng, Lán Wàngjī has to find himself and he unknowingly has thirteen years to wait.