Liyue was a city of contracts, no matter what, but most of all they loved money and tea. Voice songs about Morax were given in the distance to the sounds of lively fairs and conversations of the inhabitants of this wonderful region.

His presence always gave a sense of security and strange calm, although everyone would flinch under his wise gaze. And no one has yet thought about his truth, for, where did he get so much knowledge about diseases and the properties of herbs? But nevertheless, no one ever wondered why he was doing this. And only QiQi could know. Only QiQi knew that he was striving to find a cure for immortality.

In the evening, he sat in the back room of the pharmacy. The only sounds were the soft whisper of his brush on paper and his breathing. Prescribing the necessary medications, knowing that few would read them, was tiring—but there was no other way. He paused, looking out the window at Li Yue's evening with a faint smile.

"Li Yue is always so bright and warm... I'm amazed at his ability to maintain that same pleasant and playful atmosphere. It's a shame QiQi will sooner or later forget it."

he whispered, sighing bitterly at the end and looked down at the sheet of paper, not thinking about anything yet.