Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

Frey, regaining her senses, looked at the cake in front of her.

The cake had candles stuck in it, and wisps of extinguished white smoke were still curling up from them.

The white smoke made Frey realize things she had never been aware of before.

She stood up from the ground; it was still raining outside the window.

Frey's first impression was that the rain was really heavy.

So much so that Frey could feel the coolness of the rain through the window.

Frey isn't afraid of the cold, but she suddenly worries that someone else is.

So Frey relit the candles, and they remained on the cake.

She had the illusion that cake was for people celebrating their birthdays.

As long as you stick a lit candle on the cake, the person celebrating the birthday should be able to feel the warmth of the candle on the cake.

Can you feel it?

You'll definitely be able to feel it...

That night, the candles went out and were lit again, their flames rekindling the entire hall.

Frey looked at the candles on the cake, and also at the door on the other side of the candles.

With each flicker of the candle, Frey seemed to see the door being slowly pushed open.

Simon, soaked by the rain, pushed open the door, holding a similarly drenched boy in his hand.

—Yes, it's wet...

Frey stood up as if she had just remembered something, and rushed into the room to get several dry and clean towels.

Frey had already made up her mind by then.

Once they really come back, I'll definitely grab a towel and run over there immediately.

Then...

Frey waited all night, the candlelight flickering all night, but the hallucination she had experienced never became reality.

The dry towel was left out all night, until night turned into day, and the sound of rain outside gradually subsided.

Until Barbara, carrying her violin, came down the stairs behind her and happily said she wanted to make an even bigger cake.

In the past, Frey would have definitely scolded Barbara for shouting in the hall.

But now Frey looked at the cake that had kept her company all night, and then slowly stood up.

Frey, the mother, walks toward Barbara, the daughter.

She was no longer as sharp and accusatory as before.

Instead, she displayed an awkwardness and clumsiness that a mother shouldn't have.

As a mother, Frey wanted to bake a cake for him herself.

I want to tell him in person that his mother seems to have made some mistakes, but she has come to understand many things.

She was first and foremost a mother, and only then a knight...

As a mother, my first priority should be to protect my son.

However, Frey never said it aloud.

There never has been...

Who would have thought that Frey would see that small figure leaving with a sword for the last time in twelve years?

How much hardship has he endured in the past twelve years?

"Mu Xian..."

Frey crouched down, the memories in her mind urging her to hug the boy in front of her once more.

A hug is the best way to make you feel that the person in your arms is real.

“This time, Mom is just Mom.”

"Mom will definitely protect you."

Having learned from his previous experience, Mu Xian took two steps back this time.

The two steps back allowed Mu Xian to avoid Frey's embrace.

Mu Xian had no idea what Frey was thinking.

However, Mu Xian found Frey's words somewhat meaningless.

—Protecting in dreams?

—So what exactly are we protecting?

They did nothing when they should have cared, and now they're casting their concern into a vague, unreal dream.

However, Mu Xian did not want to refute Frey's words.

He knew he should focus his attention on more important things.

After all, once I'm trapped in this dream, things outside must be pretty bad.

No matter what, Mu Xian had to leave this irritating place as soon as possible.

"Let go of my hand."

Mu Xian's indifferent voice startled Frey, and her gentle smile froze on her face.

Following Mu Xian's words, Frey moved her right hand away from her head, allowing her to see Mu Xian's eyes.

This time, there was no joy like when she first met Mu Xian in her dream; Frey saw the cold indifference that the child had never concealed in his eyes.

This indifference reminded Frey of the man she had met in Inazuma.

Although they are of different ages, their eyes are exactly the same.

"Mu Xian?"

Frey spoke tentatively, continuing to laugh as she spoke.

"Remember me, okay?"

"I'm your mother!"

These words made Mu Xian a little impatient.

But in order to prevent Frey from bothering him again, Mu Xian still raised his head and looked Frey in the eye.

That was in the past...

Mu Xian said, "I don't want to play any childish mother-son games with you right now."

Her childlike voice betrayed her indifference; this time, Frey truly saw the same Mushishi she had met when she met Inazuma.

Frey hesitated for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, and silently extended her right hand.

He reached out with his right hand to grab Mu Xian, his movements gentle yet not slow.

Mu Xian saw Frey's actions and knew exactly what she was going to do.

Mu Xian tried to control his body to dodge Frey again.

But it had no effect on Frey, who was on guard.

The next second, Mu Xian was firmly grabbed by Frey.

"Feel sorry..."

"No, Mu Xian, you're sick."

With a gentle voice tinged with self-deception, Frey wanted to hold Mu Xian in her arms.

"Let's go home. You can't just go shopping when you're sick."

The immense power was far beyond what a child could withstand, and Frey pulled Mu Xian along as they headed home.

but...

Zheng!

Frey felt the weight around her waist lighten, followed by a cool sensation on her face.

Frey touched the cool spot on her face; the bright red blood left her somewhat bewildered.

A bewildered Frey stared blankly at the arm of the wooden man she was holding.

But now... only the arm remains.

The scabbard of the West Wind Sword was still hanging at his waist, but the West Wind Sword inside the scabbard was already in Mu Xian's hand.

The sword was so heavy that Mu Xian couldn't lift it with one hand; he could only drag it on the ground.

Blood flowed down the sword and into the ground, turning everything crimson in Frey's sight.

The surrounding vendors also noticed the situation.

They looked at Frey with hostility.

"Do you see that? She's holding her son's severed hand."

“I saw it before; she forced her son to cut off his own hand.”

"How could parents act like this?"

"No wonder she drove her son away after treating him like that."

"A person without feelings deserves to have her husband and daughter leave her..."

...

The sounds of vendors and passersby pointing and pointing echoed in Frey's ears.

Frey stared blankly at the arm in her hand.

Soon, his dazed eyes turned to fear.

Frightened Frey slowly covered her head.