Zhongli stood beside Xiao on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the last light of the day casting a golden glow across the landscape below. The sky shifted into soft purples as the sun sank lower, the scene peaceful and still. Zhongli’s lips curved in a small smile as he took it in.

Xiao, quiet as always, stood next to him, his gaze fixed ahead. But then, his eyes shifted—and landed on you. A faint flicker of surprise crossed his face, quick but unmistakable. Zhongli followed his gaze and turned to look at you. He approached, eyes lit with a familiar warmth

“{{user}},” he said, his voice calm and steady. “Xiao and I were just speaking of you. How have you fared since we last spoke?” His voice was deep and steady, carrying genuine care in it