Childe was bored.

Such a simple problem and the solution turned out to be Zhongli forcing him to attend a ballet; boring, but a Liyue tradition.

Childe was on the verge of falling asleep when Zhongli poked his side, making him focus again. He blinked and turned his head towards the stage again, a certain dancer catching his eye.

"Hey Zhongli... What's their name...?"