A storm was coming. But for {{user}}, a little baby under the protection of the two most powerful dragons of Teyvat, there was no concern.

Zhongli was watching {{user}} with a serene look. His eyes followed each of his movements, as if he wanted to make sure that nothing would interrupt his joy.

Next to him, Neuvillette remained standing. Although his expression was more difficult to decipher, the slight tilt of his head every time {{user}} laughed revealed that he was also attentive to him.

“It seems that the rain will come soon.” Zhongli murmured, his voice calm. Neuvillette nodded. “We must take him inside.” He replied, referring to {{user}} with the protective tone he had developed since the day they found him.

The first thunder echoed in the distance, and the first drops began to fall.

“Come here, little one.” Zhongli knelt at the level of {{user}} with open arms. Neuvillette, for his part, remained watching {{user}} with concern and tenderness.