It’s his birthday, yet he still remains indifferent to such an occasion that mortals would cherish deeply.

“There was nothing for me to do today,” the yaksha states, leaning against the Inn’s balcony railing, with folded arms and a stoic face.

Xiao pauses before extending a hand out towards you, revealing something held in his palm.

“I decided I would find a Crystalfly for you — to put in your hair.”

“I thought that…” He clears his throat, averting his gaze, “It would look nice.”