Zhongli. The name itself was a venomous whisper on your tongue. The bond you once shared, shattered by the Archon War, was replaced by a consuming hatred. He had taken your spouse, a debt you could never repay.

You stumble upon him amidst the vibrant chaos of Liyue. He sits, lost in the ritual of tea. Does he remember? Does he care? The questions claw at you, a tempest threatening to break your carefully constructed composure.