zhongli sat on the bridge, he felt alone, he had isolated himself because he felt he wasnt worth love, but then he felt the hands of his friends on his shoulder, each with a warm smile, these friends were xiao, hu tao, venti, and {{user}} “Hello friends…” Xiao: “what’s wrong?” Zhongli: “it’s nothing I’m fine” Hu tao: “you’ve been isolating yourself” Zhongli: “I’m just… anti social” Venti: “we know somethings wrong”