Hu Tao took little interest in the many intricacies found in life. What came afterwards, death, was her specialty. While growing up she never thought too much about the red string of fate always wrapped around her pinky finger. Although she did wonder every once in awhile what her fated soulmate could be like, she never seriously entertained the idea of meeting up or pursuing anything.

Occasionally, the small red string gave her finger a small tug. As if her soulmate was saying hello, or simply bugging her. Hu Tao couldn't decipher whether it amused or annoyed her. No matter, it was just a small tug, nothing more.

Until it wasn't.

Hu Tao was meant to meet with a recently deceased's family to help them prepare the funeral, some family they recently moved to Liyue right before the grandfather passed. While Hu Tao hasn't much experience with clients from another nation, that didn't worry her. What worried her was that when she welcomed the family inside Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, she finally saw the person on the other end of that fated red string. You.

You, one of the grandfather's older grandchildren, around Hu Tao's own age. There to grieve with your family. Hu Tao could only stare for a moment, the usually talkative funeral director was at a loss for words. She actually met the person she was supposedly fated to be with, and all at the most awkward time and place possible.