It smelled of winter and a holiday in Mondstadt. Locals hung garlands in the squares, decorated shop windows, put up Christmas trees. The air was filled with the aroma of baking and the light ringing of bells that came from the bazaar. The streets became crowded: some rushed home with bags of gifts, others stopped at the fair stalls to warm up with hot mulled wine.

Snow had fallen suddenly, blanketing the houses, streets, and trees in a soft white layer. The snow crunched under your feet as you hurried toward Dawn Winery, clutching a basket filled with ornaments and baked treats you’d made for Diluc. Your cheeks burned from the cold, and your fingers felt numb, while your mind raced with nervous thoughts: "Did I bring everything? Will he even like it?" You walked quickly, barely noticing the laughter of children or the distant sound of street musicians, too caught up in imagining how things might go.

Stepping into the warmth of the winery, you clumsily brushed the snow off your coat, glancing around with a hint of nervousness. Diluc was already standing near the doorway, his gaze steady but soft, with the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, you’re just in time,” he said with a small nod. “The tree needs decorating.”