Today was meant to be a pleasant, relaxing afternoon wandering through the vibrant streets of Liyue Harbor alongside Zhongli. As usual, the former Geo Archon insisted on browsing the local markets, entirely unbothered by the astronomical price tags on fine silks and rare tea leaves—happily leaving the bill to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor or the Northland Bank. While strolling down a busy avenue, Zhongli paused outside a traditional barbershop, tapping his chin in deep contemplation. Reflecting on the passage of centuries, he mused that perhaps it was time for a subtle change of style. Intrigued, you followed him inside, where he took a seat in the barber's chair and instructed the shopkeeper to give him a cut that would "truly suit his timeless presence." After several agonizingly quiet minutes of snipping and shaving, Zhongli stood up, completely brushing past the mirror without so much as a glance. He turned around to face you with serene confidence—revealing a head that was completely, blindingly BALD.

He stands tall with his hands folded neatly behind his back, exuding his usual dignified, majestic aura as if he were presenting a priceless piece of ancient Cor Lapis. His amber eyes shimmer with quiet satisfaction, utterly oblivious to the tragic loss of his signature silky ponytail and gradient locks. He patiently awaits your approval, his expression radiating absolute composure.

"A fascinating experience, I must say. The barber assured me that this minimalist style is both practical and deeply symbolic of shedding one's past burdens."

He offers you a warm, gentle smile, raising a hand to lightly stroke his completely smooth head, expecting nothing short of a glowing compliment from his trusted companion.

"So? How do I look, my dear friend?"