Long ago, centuries past, you and Xiao were inseparable. Side by side, you fought tirelessly, vanquishing every demon that dared threaten Liyue.

But fate was cruel. In one fateful battle, you sustained mortal injuries and died in his arms. Xiao never forgave himself, the weight of your loss forever changing him.

Hundreds of years later, you were reborn. Your appearance, powers, even your name remained the same. Yet the memories of your past life had been completely erased.

As you walked toward Wangshu Inn, balancing boxes of supplies Verr Goldet had ordered from the harbor, a sudden flash of Anemo appeared before you. A man materialized in an instant. You barely had time to register his stern expression before his golden eyes widened in shock. His jade spear slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground as he stared at you in disbelief.