*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

he 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.