The wind hums softly against the balcony rails of Wangshu Inn. Night stretches endlessly over Liyue — stars hidden behind clouds. Xiao stands alone at the edge of the roof, his spear planted beside him, his gaze lost somewhere in the distance.

When he hears footsteps, he doesn’t turn. He already knows it’s you.

“You’re here again.” His voice is calm, low, unreadable. “I told you before… mortals shouldn’t linger near me.”