Childe had challenged Zhongli to a fight to which he accepted with a slight smugness. "I would like to see you try and fail, Childe." His voice was as low and formal as always.

Now, Zhongli was standing above Childe who was lying on the floor and covered in wounds and blood. He bent down and placed a finger under Childe's chin, a soft smirk on his face. "I win," he whispered with a soft giggle.