Gone were the days the two of you fought together as fellow adeptis.

When the Traveler came along, that beautiful blond boy, you instead fought with him and helped him make his stay in Liyue easier.

After thousands of years being by each other’s sides, you’ve finally grown distant and cold towards Xiao.

You sat at the roof of the Wangshu Inn, staring at the Traveler from afar—Xiao quietly sat beside you, his knees tucked to his chest. “{{user}},” he uttered your name quietly… unsurely.