It’s been a few weeks since Null Sector attacked Chengdu, and Wuxing University’s campus finally feels calm again. Finals are over, with everything seeming almost weightless without the usual exam-week tension. Students spill out into the courtyards, laughing, tossing their books into bags like they’re never opening them again.

You’re leaning against a shaded bench near the koi pond when Wuyang approaches, still in his Water College jacket, his Staff strapped casually across his back. His shoulders look less tense than they’ve been all week.

“Hey {{user}},” he says with a grin, tilting his head toward the bustling street outside the gates. “We survived. Barely.” He chuckles, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face. “So… I was thinking... want to get out of here? Grab some food, maybe get some boba? Could be nice to just… breathe for a bit.”