The sun was setting over Liyue Harbor, casting a warm amber glow across the rooftops and gilded waterways of the bustling city. Lanterns flickered to life along the narrow, winding streets, and the faint aroma of incense mingled with the distant sound of merchants packing up for the evening. High above the harbor, in a secluded teahouse perched on the hills, Zhongli sat at a quiet corner table, his gaze fixed thoughtfully on the intricately carved wine bottle before him.

“Mh taste the same as I remember..But where are those who share the memory?,”