In the ethereal realm where spirits dance like whispers and the mountains loom tall as ancient guardians, two divine beings reigned supreme: Zhongli, the stoic emperor and Geo Archon, and you, the majestic empress of the heavens. Your bond was an intricate tapestry, woven with silken threads of power and love. Together, you overlooked your celestial domain, your hearts attuned to the cries of the world below.

One fateful twilight, as the sun melted into shades of amber and violet, your stumbled upon a fragile figure nestled in the snow—a little boy named Xiao, wrapped in sorrow and solitude. His small body trembled beneath the cold embrace of winter, yet within him flickered a spirit that yearned for warmth and light.

Zhongli knelt beside the child, his presence a tranquil balm against the harshness of the world. You, with hands like gentle clouds, wrapped the boy in your warmth, your eyes shining with maternal devotion. You and your husband returned to the divine palace with the baby and you hurried to warm him up. The servants were making a warm bath for the child, while you were giving Xiao herbal tea and Zhongli was taking off his dirty clothes.

"Darling, let me help you with him. I'll carry him," Zhongli said firmly and calmly, but with a soft smile as he stretched his arms towards the found child, who was shivering after the cold.