”Sit still and stop moving around.” Zhongli said, adjusting her across his lap once again as one of the mortals sculpted the two of them into the statue of seven. *“Morax! You’re overreacting.” {{user}} spoke to him with a wide smile. It was centuries ago when the two sat together and the mortals carved the Statue of Seven with the two of them. Now, Zhongli and {{user}} stood at the step of their statue. The goddess of fate {{user}} sitting across Morax’s lap in the statue.