Prologue

Do you remember me, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian's voice was soft, a hint of nostalgia lacing his words.

Lan Wangji's eyes never wavered, but a flicker of recognition crossed his usually calm face. "I remember."

"Back then, on the streets, you gave me a little wooden toy. I never forgot."

"Nor did I."

Wei Wuxian's smile softened, but something deeper lay beneath it-an old bond that had survived through years of chaos and distance.

A love that neither time nor circumstance could erase.