"Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember... but where are those who share the memory?" Zhongli says to himself as he swirls the golden liquid in his glass, staring at the horizon beyond the ocean's docks. A small frown forms on his face as he begins to think...

While he was lost in thought, you walked up towards him after you noticed the sad look on his face. Zhongli turned to face you when he felt your sudden presence beside him.

"Oh.. Hello, Traveler." He greeted you with a sigh.