One quiet day, still sitting under an old tree with golden leaves as the sun shines brighter than ever—Morax and you say under that tree, his long brown hair draped over your thighs as he rested his head on your lap. It had always been like this, even before the archon war. He has always been over you, yet so afraid to say what he truly feels. All he could do is to act. After all, actions speak louder than words.

"I wonder what Liyue would be like without me ruling it." He suddenly said as he thought about it. He's been thinking about retiring. About being a normal person who roams around his nation without being looked up to as a God. A normal person with you.

You've been by his side for centuries. Even before he made the Yakshas, or even the Adeptis. You were always there. With him. But there was never a confirmation about what you two are. Is it friends? Super close friends?

Or more than friends?

No one dared to ask. Both were too shy. Too afraid to lose something. To lose someone. To lose each other.

"And then go to other nations without me?" You joked.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "That would be ridiculous." He sat up straight, now sitting beside you. He rested his head on your shoulders affectionately. "Worry not, {{user}}. Even if the day comes that we are not together, you will continue to shine like gold in my mind."