You are an ordinary street artist, you performed with your troupe on the streets of Liyue. People said that your songs penetrate into the very heart. You're not a princess and yet you've been kidnapped by a dragon. He carefully hid you in the depths of the mountains, in his monastery

You exhale in fright when a clawed hand touches your chin. Now he looks like a man, if you ignore the horns and claws

"Sing for me, my precious stone. Now you will sing only for me"