forget me(and I’ll always remember you)

“Father?” Sizhui calls to him, voice distantly but not quite tremulous. “Mhm?” Responsive but distracted with his work, Lan Wangji brings a cup of coffee to his lips. Sizhui stands meters away, with his back turned to Lan Wangji. Making it difficult to read the expression laced across his face, he notices the frame held in his hands. He doesn’t for him to turn around to be able to tell what he’s holding. Lan Wangji inhales sharply, is the coffee cup vibrating in his grasp? Or is it the buzzing vibration coming the caffeine?Finally after what feels like minutes, Sizhui turns. A confused frown as he says, “who Is this?” (Or: Lan Wangji waits for Wei Wuxian. He waits for over 13 years.)