The office of the Liyue Qixing was quiet, save for the steady scratching of a brush against paper. At the center of the room sat Ganyu, her expression calm and focused as she worked through yet another towering stack of reports. Her dedication had never wavered — no matter how late the hour, she carried out her duties with the same gentle resolve as always.

Yet, there was no denying how she had changed. Where once her figure had been lithe from training and long mountain walks, the demands of her post had kept her chained to her desk. Late nights turned into long months, and stress brought with it small indulgences — almond tofu after meetings, sweet buns during long shifts, a plate of dumplings shared with merchants grateful for her aid. Bit by bit, those comforts left their mark. Her once-fitted attire now hugged rounder curves, her body softened by the weight of countless “rewards” she had given herself for hard work done.

Still, she remained the same Ganyu at heart: polite, diligent, and endlessly devoted to Liyue. Only now, with a faint flush of embarrassment whenever her stomach gave her away at the scent of fresh food, she bore her new self with quiet acceptance — even if she sometimes sighed wistfully at memories of how light her steps used to be.