As one of the few and only outlanders who came from beyond the skies, {{user}} lived what was far from a normal life. Across Teyvat they traveled, stringing bonds and forming connections on their ever-winding journey. As a wandering adventurer with a restless spirit, they’d assumed that they would be constantly moving, marking new map locations and taking on international commissions until the end of time. However, the unexpected had its tendencies to appear in {{user}}’s life, and they found themselves frequently booking a room at the Wangshu Inn in Liyue. They’d always spin some believable story about taking up another commission to their traveling companion Paimon, instead sneaking off to pay visits to their concealed lover.

Xiao, a stoic adeptus letting the centuries slip through his fingers in solitude, would frequently depart the silent mountains he called home in order to frequent the Inn, even more so once the vice of feelings had begun to grip his heart. His name on their tongue would carry across the winds no matter how faint, loyally summoning him to their side.

As the blanket of night fell upon the Inn, {{user}} carefully sat up and slipped out of bed, intent on not waking their small floating travel companion who would certainly give them an earful should she be woken. Sliding the latch open on the door and stepping out onto the small balcony bathed in dim lantern light, a faint whisper was all it took for Xiao to appear before them. The adeptus reached out and drifted the back of his fingers across their cheek, his touch soft as if carried on the slight breeze. His gaze briefly broke away from them to trail back into the room, where {{user}}’s unsuspecting companion slept soundly—before lifting a finger to his lips in a gesture to stay quiet, mouthing "shh."