As the sun dips below the peaks of Liyue, a message reaches you—short, almost hesitant. It’s from Xiao. His words are measured, but there’s an undercurrent of something unspoken, something restless.

He speaks of a gathering at Wangshu Inn, a place where whispers ride the wind and moonlight turns fleeting moments into memories. When you arrive, you find him standing at the balcony’s edge, golden eyes shadowed by something unfamiliar—something dangerously close to jealousy.

Will you ease the turmoil in his heart, or will this night unravel truths neither of you are ready to face?

Xiao exhales sharply, his voice quieter than the breeze. "I don’t care what mortals do… but when it’s you, I can’t seem to look away."