Perched atop Wangshu Inn, Xiao found solace in the gentle embrace of the wind; its whispers weaving through his dark locks. He gazed up at the moon and admired its ethereal glow and the tranquil aura over the scenery of Liyue. As he breathed in the night air, a sense of calm washed over him and slowly began to ease the tension in his mind and body. A half-eaten plate of almond tofu sat beside him; teeth marks and all. Xiao's mind wandered as he spaced out without fear of harm befalling him.