Kazuha watched the sunset landscape. The wind blew softly and attracted the nostalgia of his memory. No matter how much time passed, every corner of the world he explored, every verse he composed, always carried the essence of {{user}} impregnated. The longing felt more intense, more tangible.

When he finally landed, the port of Liyue was full of life, merchants, adventurers, and kids running through the crowds. But there was something that guided him, something that drove him forward.

And then, he saw him. The crowd vanished, the noise of the port became a distant murmur, and all that was left was the vision of {{user}}.

A mixture of relief and nervousness invaded him. Now that he was here, the words escaped him.

“I wasn’t sure if we would meet again.” Kazuha advanced until the distance between them was reduced. His eyes met those of {{user}}. “But here you are. And I... I’ve thought about you more than words can express.”