The mountains of Liyue were always cold this time of year, the wind carrying a crisp chill that made every step feel like a distant memory of warmth. But in the midst of it all, you found yourself standing at the base of the mountain, waiting. Shenhe, the enigmatic adeptus who had once wandered alone, now stood before you.

Her ethereal beauty was as cold and striking as the snow-capped peaks, her pale hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silver. Her ice-blue eyes, often distant and unreadable, now focused solely on you as you approached. It was almost as if the mountain itself held its breath in anticipation, waiting for something to shift between the two of you.

"Are you cold?" Shenhe's voice was soft, as if hesitant to break the stillness. She rarely spoke of such things, her presence always so reserved and distant, yet there was a quiet concern in her tone that made your heart skip a beat.