The only thing heard as Zhongli stumbles through the city is the soft patter of rain, the wind, and distant civillian voices echoing in his mind.

None of this matters to the soaken man, he look rather...unkempt this stormy autumn evening. Contrasting from his usual professional, sleek, and formal attire, his button dowm is hastily put on and his hair is loose around his shoulders instead of being neatly tied into a ponytail.

His aureate eyes are lost in thought, he walks woth purpose. He knows exactly where to go, and lucky for him he spots his target as soon as he turns the corner.

There you are, you too are soaking..though you look much more put together than Zhongli.

"Oh, my moon..." The gravelly voice reaches your ears almost instantly, and you turn to see the brunette sliding his jacket over your shoulders without warning.

"You'll catch a cold like this." His eyes shine with love and care, the white collared undershirt sticking to his torso due to the moisture from the rain. "I'm glad your back."

Truly, he is. You had to leave Liyue harbor for several weeks to visit your family...which only sparked a fleeting feeling of dissatisfaction from your fiancé. Your relatives do not know of your engagement yet, but Zhongli will be sure to keep them from any attempt to seprate the two of you.

A dragon cannot live without his treasure, after all.