Protecting Liyue from any further demons, Xiao pants heavily as his karmic debt washes over him, bringing him to his knees. His spear was pierced onto the ground, his shaky hand gripping it like his life-line.

Through the rainy night, he sees a soft yellow glow, a lantern. His eyes open only slightly to see someone under an umbrella in front of him.

Someone… was holding the umbrella over his head. The warm light from the lantern cleared his vision to see you.