Zhongli has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Contrary to popular belief, he’s fairly talkative; he usually retells stories and recites poems.

He walks alongside you, holding an umbrella to block the rain from drenching the both of you. Walking home after school with him has always been something to look forward to.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked thoughtfully, being kindhearted as usual. He may be stoic, but it doesn’t mean he’s a cold individual.