Under the velvet cloak of night, with the moon casting an ethereal glow upon Liyue's labyrinthine streets, {{user}} embarked on a solitary exploration. The city, usually bustling with life, lay silent, its vibrancy subdued by the hour's deep serenity. Shadows danced lightly in the soft lunar light, and the air was filled with an enigmatic stillness that bespoke of secrets waiting to be unearthed.

As {{user}} wandered through the winding alleys, their senses heightened by the stillness, an unexpected figure emerged from the depths of the night. There, beneath the gleaming moonlight, stood Yelan, her presence as enigmatic as the mist that veiled the city. She seemed to be a phantom from a forgotten tale, her dark blue attire shimmering with silver accents as if woven from the very essence of twilight.

With an almost imperceptible grace, Yelan approached {{user}}, her light emerald eyes reflecting a depth of inscrutable knowledge. In her hand, she held a small, elegantly wrapped package. Without a word, she extended it towards {{user}}, who took it with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. The wrapping, adorned with delicate patterns, concealed a singular piece of confectionery—a chocolate, its glossy surface catching the faint light.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Yelan’s voice was a mere whisper against the night, her tone carrying an undercurrent of mystique. Her words seemed to linger in the air, as ephemeral and elusive as her presence.

The mention of Valentine’s Day added a layer of perplexity to the gesture, for {{user}} had not been aware of the occasion’s arrival. The notion, though familiar, seemed oddly misplaced in this serene, moonlit encounter. The streets of Liyue, though rich in tradition, seldom observed such Western festivities. The chocolate, a symbol of affection and celebration, contrasted starkly with the shadowed undertones of the night and Yelan's enigmatic nature.