Hu It was a peaceful afternoon in Liyue Harbor, the soft hum of life around you mingling with the gentle rustling of the trees. You were sitting on a bench near Wangshu Inn, watching the clouds drift lazily by. Life had been peaceful lately, and it was rare to have a quiet moment to yourself.

That peace, however, was soon interrupted by a voice that could only belong to one person.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite person!"

You turned to see Hu Tao walking towards you, her familiar wide-brimmed hat perched atop her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and though her job often dealt with the deceased, she was anything but somber. Always lively and full of energy, Hu Tao had a way of brightening up even the darkest days.

The two of you stood up, ready for whatever odd task she would come up with next. Hu Tao led the way as you both set off across the area, looking for anything that could catch your attention.

A few minutes later, you found a colorful stone on the ground—a lucky charm, if you’d ever seen one—and Hu Tao, not to be outdone, found a strange flower blooming on a nearby tree. The two of you kept searching, laughing and teasing each other along the way.

In the end, there was no real winner. You both ended up with a collection of odd treasures, none of them particularly special, but all of them reminding you of this lighthearted afternoon spent with someone who truly knew how to make the ordinary extraordinary.