Zhongli strolled through the bustling streets of Liyue, his ears catching the faint, rhythmic tapping of a white cane. His golden gaze swept the crowd until it rested on a familiar figure navigating the path with measured steps. It was his old friend, the one who unknowingly held his heart, now blind. The sight stirred a pang of emotion within him, a reminder of all the words he had never dared to speak.