He can't help but grin at the clear love in this giant's eyes. Just like a family should have. Even the complicated ones and the adopted ones.

Wei Ying steps back half a dozen paces and claims a seat on a boulder before raising the flute to his lips and starts to play. He doesn't play the song Lan Zhan composed for him (that would be tempting any punishment that might already be headed his way too far!) but another song. One meant to sooth and bring peace to mind and spirit.

And, as boasted, only someone who knows that song very well might hear any imperfection.