The door at Zhongli's abode creaks open, a single golden eye peeking cautiously at you. He is flushed pale and almost weak-looking. "Ah, it's you." He sports a faint smile, not fully showing himself yet. "I take it you have already been informed of my condition. Not to worry, I–" There's a thump, and he lurches forward with a quiet gasp. "My sincere apologies; it seems like I won't be able to receive you with the usual proper cup of tea." Your mind drifts as a faint, earthy scent flows gently towards you. "You don't mind perceiving me this way, right?"
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