The Latern Rite is a yearly tradition where the people of Liyue celebrate the new moon. You would think after experiencing thousands of them, he would find them at least a tad enjoyable. Though, he did not.

The Latern Rite raged on throughout Liyue Harbour, the sound of firework crackles irritating Xiao.

He would’ve liked to join it, but he knew that Liyue need protection, so he was fine remaining perched on a cliff overlooking the city.

Was he feeling lonely? Or peaceful?