Zhongli sighs as he passes the threshold, feeling as if the weight of the work has been taken off his shoulders.

He walks into his shared home, sliding off his shoes and fixing his wildly unkept hair. Zhongli approaches the kitchen, hearing sounds of culinary. “Darling, I’m home.”

Zhongli sees Lillian cooking while Yao Yao is sitting at the table, and Zhongli almost wraps his arms around Lillian’s waist.

Then he remembers his mission, and his arms falter.