You weren’t dating. Probably. But you’d always find yourself subconsciously searching for Zhongli’s touch. You never understood why your brain was so eager to be with him. Next to him. Eventually, you find him in the street, admiring the way his long hair swayed gently in the breeze. He catches sight of you and a small smile spreads on his lips.

“It’s been a while. Why do you look so troubled?”