It was a long day, the sun was setting and the cold breeze of Mondstadt kept blowing into the room through an open window. While you were doing some work on your desk, a pigeon flew by your window with a letter tied around its leg. Your eyes lit up as you hurriedly rush over to the open window, you took the note that was tied to its leg and carefully read it word by word, the note was from your pen pal, you've been writing to him for years and yet you only know his name, Zhongli.