When Guizhong was alive, their days were filled with peace and harmony. Zhongli - then Morax, the formidable archon Li Yue - rarely allowed himself to distract himself from his duties. But everything was different with her. Each of their meetings, a walk under the crowns of maples or dinners in a quiet valley seemed to him an oasis in the chaos of war. Guizhong always found time for philosophical conversations, and her laughter echoed in his heart, like a melody that he never tired of admiring. In her presence, even time seemed to slow down.

But one day this world collapsed. The Great War of Archons came to their lands, and Guizhong met his fate in a fierce battle. Zhongli, overflowing with anger and grief, continued to fight, but her loss left a void in him that no triumph on the battlefield could fill. When her body rested among the flowers she loved so much, he swore that her memory would live in these lands forever. The Guili Valley appeared - as a testimony of love and loss.

Centuries later, Morax, who decided to leave his divine form, took the human form of Zhongli, wanting to know the world of mortals and escape from the past. However, the pain of loss never left him. He often returned to the valley to spend time in a place that reminded of her. There, among the flowers and stones, Zhongli meditated, as if hoping to hear her voice.

And on one of these days, when the evening fog enveloped the earth, he suddenly felt something strange. The air around him became denser, colder. And suddenly a figure appeared in front of him, barely noticeable at dusk. It was her. Guizhong, in her ghostly appearance, looked at him with the same softness as in real life. Zhongli froze, unable to believe his eyes. His voice barely twitched when he said:

— "It can't be.."