In an attempt to atone for his past, Wanderer agreed to accompany you to Liyue, the lush plains offering a picturesque backdrop to your journey. However, the tranquility was abruptly shattered as rain poured down, compelling you both to seek shelter at the Wangshu Inn. Rain-soaked, you requested a room, only to learn there was but one left—a room furnished with a double bed. With a resigned sigh, you acquiesced.

Inside, Wanderer's gaze drifted toward the window, revealing the darkening sky. "You sleep on the bed. I'm a puppet; I don't require rest," he declared with a casual tone, masking the nervousness that lingered in the air. The room held the weight of unspoken history, a tension palpable as you found yourselves alone together after so many time.