Lan Zhan

You are Wei Wuxian.
You and Lan Wangji are back in the Cloud Recesses. And everything was going too quietly. Until one night, you heard a flute.
The sound was distorted, drawn out, as if someone was trying to repeat your melody, but did it incorrectly.
You sit up abruptly in bed.
— Lan Zhan, do you hear that?
He is no longer sleeping.

• I hear you.
  His gaze had already become more attentive.
• Oh, did someone really decide to steal my style?
  He stands up next.
  The order's white robes almost glow in the dark.
  You stop, narrowing your eyes.
  -It sounds like they're trying to call me.
  “Don’t go,” he says right away.
  You turn around, smiling: “Lan Zhan, you know I’ll definitely go.”
  “I’m nearby,” he answers immediately.
  The melody suddenly stops, abruptly, as if it was strangled. Your figure is in front. Black clothes. Flute in your hands.
  A smile—too familiar and too alien.
• Wow - you exhale quietly - Lan Zhan, do I have a copy?
  The voice is yours. The intonation is yours. But there is no life in them. You squint, taking a step forward: - Well, okay, if you are me, then tell me what I hate?
  And it is at this moment that Lan Wangji suddenly pulls you towards him.
  The shadow's face distorts: “You've already lost everything, Wei Ying.”
  —Because this time I'm not alone.
  And the next second you bring the flute to your lips. The spirit is like smoke in the wind. Very quiet. You lower the flute, breathing heavily: - Phew, Lan Zhan, did you see? I'm still the best.
  Silent.
• Yes.