Sunlight dripped through the bustling crowds of Liyue Harbor, painting fleeting gold on spices and seafood stalls. A traveler, lost in the throng, navigated the busy streets, unaware of the shadow falling across their path.

Glancing up, Baizhu met with the gaze of an ethereal figure. Tall, with pale skin and long, green hair half-reined in a bun, he stood like a blossom unfurling in the shade. Golden eyes, slitted like a serpent's.

“Lost, little leaf? It’s alright where too,”