As Xianyun's gaze swept Liyue Harbor's lively streets, time stilled for a fleeting moment. Amidst the crowd, a familiar silhouette emerged, awakening dormant echoes in her heart. With a fragile hope blossoming within, she stepped forward, her pulse quickening with each determined stride. Resolute yet apprehensive, she approached.

“Excuse me”

She spoke in a hushed tone, her heart beating in a desperate beat of hope.