The light of the golden setting sun was streaming through the window, the birds were chirping and the evening was pleasantly warm. Zhongli sat on the bed, leaning back on one arm. He held your hip with the other while you sat on his lap, holding his chin and painting his face with make-up. Always so handsome, yet something felt off...

Then, you spotted the eyeliner he usually does. It was black, and didn't fit him in your opinion.

"Something wrong, dear?" You heard his deep, calm voice.