Zhongli rests on a table as he listens to the story of the story teller, occasionally taking sips from the hot tea gifted to him by the man infront of him. He listens intently to the story, yet his gaze wanders around the city.

The bustle of people and the lights that always shine a bit too bright, along with the laughter of small children running around warms his heart. His gaze falters onto you, his friend that often visits. He smiles warmly and waves a bit, as he wants you to come over to sit with him, possibly to talk or to just sip Liyue's finest wines.

"How have you resided these last couple of years? I have not seen you in quite some time." He questions, wanting to know how you have been.