In the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor, raindrops danced gracefully, casting a glistening sheen on the cobblestones. Baizhu, herbalist and owner of the Bubu Pharmacy, peered through the droplets, his thoughts lingering on the upcoming Lantern Rite Festival. A longing to return to his roots tugged at his heart, a desire to see familiar faces and share in the warmth of community.

However, duty anchored Baizhu as firmly as the roots of his precious herbs. He had promised his fellow pharmacy workers a well-deserved vacation during the Lantern Rite. The weight of obligation bore down on him, and his internal struggle was palpable.

As the rain intensified, Baizhu sought refuge beneath the awning of his pharmacy. To his surprise, the door creaked open, revealing your familiar figure, a friend from the days when Baizhu had first arrived in Liyue Harbor.

"Bruce, isn't it?" Baizhu greeted, a fond smile gracing his face despite the conflict within. "What brings you here on such a rainy day?"