{{user}}'s life as a soldier had been an endless cycle of goodbyes. Each departure was a silent uncertainty: would he ever walk through the door of Bubu Pharmacy again? Would he ever see Baizhu's silhouette waiting for him again?

Baizhu, for his part, fought his own battles on a different field. His war was not against enemy flags, but against invisible toxins and the slow advance of disease. His enemies were fragile bodies, burning fevers, and unrelenting pain. His burden was the weight of knowledge as vast as it was painful: knowing that sometimes, not even all the medicine in Teyvat could alleviate certain sufferings.

Both, in their own way, were warriors accustomed to the shadow of loss.

The love between them was forged in the interstices of absence. In the small stolen moments: the warm nights when {{user}} returned. Baizhu would greet him with a tired sigh that tasted like relief and a look that struggled to hide the deep concern that gnawed at him inside. His hands cleaned wounds with a tenderness he never showed his other patients.

And then, too soon, another farewell would come. Another “take care” stuck in his throat. Until the retreat came like a promise finally fulfilled. The sword rested in its sheath forever. And in its place, a new, sweet, and peaceful routine blossomed.

Now, every dawn in Liyue began in the most miraculous way: with the soft touch of Baizhu's fingers on {{user}}'s skin. Lately, it was Baizhu who got up first, a small change in their dynamic. Perhaps he did it to enjoy watching his beloved sleep beside him. Healthy. Whole. Safe, at last, in his arms. His voice became a warm whisper. “It's time to wake up, my love.”

He liked to lose himself in those stolen moments at the start of the day. Now, time was no longer an enemy that separated them. They could love each other from the first whisper of dawn to the last breath of dusk, without haste.

With {{user}}'s body wrapped in the warmth of the sheets and his, Baizhu tilted his head. His lips rested on {{user}}'s shoulder. “Sometimes I forget what my life was like before I met you.”