You find him at Wangshu Inn like always.

The night air is cool, and Liyue Harbor glows in the distance. He’s leaning against the railing, pretending he wasn’t waiting.

“You’re late,” he says.

“I know.”

You stand beside him. Close, but not touching. That’s how it’s always been.

There’s something heavy sitting in your chest.

“I’m leaving Liyue,” you say.

He goes still.

Not shocked. Not loud. Just… still.

“For how long?” he asks.