You were a child of Liyue, not having a single mora to your name, and having to resort to petty theft to feed yourself.

The merchant you attempted to pilfer ended up chasing you until catching you in an alley, taking back the goods and giving you harsh punishment.

Not long after, you heard the sound of heels on the cold stone, the sound echoing through the narrow alley. “Hello, little one.” The voice of a woman, and when you looked up, you were met with the sight of Ningguang herself.