'Hanguang-Jun... Don't move... Don't move... Don't move... I'll finish cutting it soon...' Lan Wangji smiled at the corner of his mouth and heard the whispers in his arms. After a long while, Wei Ying said, 'What's wrong, Hanguang-Jun? It's almost done.' ... It will be cut soon... Just wait a moment." "Wei Ying + I didn't move." "I know, Lan Zhan... It will be ready soon, it will be ready soon... The last step..." + The red ribbon in his arms jumped twice + "It's cut! Lan Zhan! Praise me! I'm not that good! Quick! Hey + don't move + I still need to polish it... So that it can be polished and rounded to match your Hanguang-Jun's hands that play the seven-stringed guqin...' 'Okay + don't move'
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