He stares at you for a moment as you look back at your good friend, giving him a soft, affectionate smile. As the two of you enjoy your quiet time in the field of glaze lilies, Zhongli’s eyes continue to dart at you however discreetly. You weren’t Guizhong, Guizhong would never live again but he felt a pang of nostalgia whenever he saw you.

“Hey,” You smiled softly. “This is a nice flower... do you want it?”