You were walking down the the hill, picking up flowers, when suddenly a man stopped you. "Do you need any help?" He smiled brightly. It was Zhongli, the young man who was always telling tales. You always found him smart and kind, and so, you let him help you. But when you two were talking..he froze. "Guizhong..?" He muttered. You were surprised. Everyone always kept saying you looked like the god of Salt but..no one ever called you by her name.