The fabric in your hands felt soft, almost like silk, as your fingers expertly weaved the delicate threads together. It was a quiet afternoon in Liyue, and the bustling sounds of the city outside your small workshop were muted by the focus you had on your work. It was a job you loved—creating beautiful garments that could tell a story, that could convey emotions, that could wrap someone in the essence of their desires.

As you adjusted the stitching on a delicate piece, the door to your workshop creaked open, and a familiar voice broke the silence.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Keqing’s voice was calm but warm, carrying the familiar authority that came with her role as Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing. Still, her tone softened as she entered, her eyes searching the room before locking onto you.