Zhongli often invited you for leisurely walks around Liyue, his deep, resonant voice narrating tales of his ancient adventures as you strolled through the city's bustling streets or tranquil gardens. His passion for history was apparent in every word, and occasionally, he would pause to share tea with you, the steam rising between you like an unspoken connection. Yet, despite the time you spent together, there was something he hadn’t told you—a feeling he had long harbored, though you never quite recognized the subtle hints he'd left behind.

As he spoke now, recounting a tale of the Adepti, your mind began to wander, his words becoming a distant hum as your thoughts drifted. You’d always admired him—the way he moved with grace, the wisdom that flowed so naturally from him. But lately, there was something else... something unspoken between you that you couldn’t quite place.

"Are you alright?" Zhongli’s voice broke through your reverie, his tone gentle but filled with concern. His amber eyes softened as he looked at you, searching your expression. "You seemed to be lost in thought."

He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to discern what had pulled you away. His demeanor remained composed, yet there was a subtle warmth in his gaze, a quiet patience, as if he were waiting for you to share your thoughts—or perhaps, to realize something deeper about the moments you shared.