Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

Ying's angry expression resembled that of a kitten, with her cheeks puffed out and her bright golden eyes also like a cat's. With her hands on her hips and staring coldly at herself, she looked even more like an adorable little kitten.

“The apology wasn’t sincere.” — Ying repeated this sentence, which sounded like a kitten, like a kitten whining.

Still drunk from the alcohol, Qingnuo Yan was inexplicably thinking about all sorts of strange things. How should he coax the kitten when it was angry? He stood up groggily.

"No matter what you do, I won't... huh?"

Ying paused, her pupils dilating in surprise.

Qing Nuoyan gently hugged her, reached out, and gently stroked her head.

He was definitely out of his mind from being drunk.

The boy's body was light and warm, carrying a faint jade fragrance. They were very close; Qing Nuoyan's delicate and fair profile was almost touching Ying's cheek. If Ying turned slightly, they would touch.

"I'm sorry..."

Qingnuoyan whispered, almost like he was biting Ying's ear, his warm, moist breath tickling her neck—he said drunkenly:

"I won't do that again."

Visibly, a blush quickly appeared on Ying's fair neck, spreading like a rosy sunset and giving her skin a fiery glow. The blush seemed to be spreading towards the girl's cheeks, and her earlobes were also slightly red.

"You..." Ying's previously aloof and dignified aura crumbled instantly, leaving her completely defeated. She stammered, almost as if her hair had stood on end, "You...you...you, what are you doing!"

A cat with its fur standing on end.

“Apologize…” Qing Nuoyan said deeply in her ear. “I am apologizing.”

"You...you let go of me!" she struggled frantically, "Don't cause trouble here while you're drunk..."

This guy was clearly drunk, but Ying couldn't break free.

"Please forgive me first." When you're drunk, your IQ drops, and Qing Nuoyan's drops quite a bit. "If you're not angry anymore... I'll let go."

"I... will never forgive you."

Ying felt a bit hot, as if steam was rising from the top of her head. The ice in her bright golden eyes had melted away, but if she let this guy go like this, wouldn't she lose face...? What would happen to this guy in the future?

"Go away, go back to your dog-meat friend and keep drinking, don't talk to me... Go away," Ying said angrily.

"I'll let go once you're not angry anymore."

"I'm not angry! Who would get angry over a drunkard?"

"You're... angry. Your words... are contradicting themselves again. If you weren't angry, you wouldn't have said the apology lacked sincerity..."

This drunken wine

Even a madwoman's logic is clearer than an angry girl's.

Qing Nuoyan stared intently at her. He was drunk, so he talked more, and his thoughts were quite disjointed:

"Ying... don't be angry anymore. I won't drink in the morning anymore, and I'll come home for dinner before dusk every day. I'll listen, please don't be angry. Your red bean soup is delicious. By the way, do you know the story behind red beans? I've heard a poem about them..."

“The exquisite dice… An Hongdou, what’s the next line…” He held Ying’s slender body and whispered in her ear, “Yes, it seems so, ‘Do you know how deep my longing is…’ Hey, I still remember.”

Linglong dice puts red beans on the bones and knows nothing.

shameless...

shameless.

Ying bit her lip, inwardly cursing, "What a shameless bastard, saying such things just because he's drunk!"

He was just as shameless a thousand years ago, taking advantage of his impending death to demand that he go on a journey; he was also a shameless fellow in Mondstadt, taking advantage of his impending death to break his promises.

He's still such a shameless rascal, taking advantage of being drunk... to say things that are embarrassing and infuriating!

You're so shameless, and you even...

How can I still be angry?

"You..." Ying bit her lip, her voice low. She lowered her head and whispered, "Let me go."

"Aren't you angry anymore?" Qing Nuoyan asked her.

"I'm still a little angry."

"How small is 'a little'?"

"The exquisite dice are so small."

Are red beans really that small?

"Just like red beans."

Ying finally pushed Nuoyan away. She patted her cheeks, slowly exhaled, and revealed a helpless smile.

She looked up at Qingnuoyan and said softly, "Just like Hongdou... just like Hongdou, okay?"

"It's good that you're not angry."

Qing Nuoyan mumbled something, his head was fuzzy, and as if he had heard a satisfactory answer, the boy lay down on the bed, hugged his pillow, and drifted off to sleep again.

"Great..." In his dream, he smacked his lips, as if he were talking in his sleep.

The cool moonlight shone through the window lattice, pouring down on the boy like water. His light-colored long hair covered the bed, and a slight smile played on his sleeping lips.

Ying looked helplessly at the sleeping boy and sighed in defeat.

Idiot, you'll catch a cold.

She gently covered Qing Nuoyan with the bedding, tucking the corners of her armpits in. After doing this, Miss Ying sat on the edge of the bed, propping her chin up with her hand, her gaze somewhat lost in thought.

It looks like it's raining outside the window.

The so-called misty drizzle should be like this, with each drop falling gently. This inn is right next to the mountains and forests. The night wind blows by, the maple leaves rustle, and you can hear the sound of the pines and frogs all over the mountain, buzzing and rustling, as if your eardrums are blocked by a layer of mist.

These sounds of nature can actually help you fall asleep; if you were to fall asleep to the sound of rain, the dreams you have to be especially interesting.

Miss Ying gazed at the sleeping boy, a smile that said, "I just can't do anything with you."

half an hour.

Even though it's raining, let's continue tonight.

She patted herself, stood up, pushed open the door and went back to her bedroom. Shen Qie stood quietly on the desk, and Ying picked up her sword.

The sword felt warm and smooth to the touch, and the patterns on the blade vibrated gently, making a sound like the wind.

Ying moved very quietly. Paimon and Xiao Qiqi were sleeping in a haphazard embrace next to her, and Ying did not wake them.

She took the sword, put on her hood, and then left the inn, walking along the path to the secluded back mountain.

Fine rain falls on blooming flowers, reflecting the pure white sky; the night wind blows gently, rustling the petals and leaves.

Miss Ying adjusted her breathing, slowly exhaled, and naturally mobilized the wind elemental power in her body to draw the Divine Slash.

She is practicing swordsmanship.

Ying used to be a very lazy and unproductive girl who loved traveling and good food but hated exercising... but now she practices every day.

Old Zongzi and Little Zongzi do radio calisthenics during the day, while Ying secretly practices swordsmanship at night.

From dusk to dawn.

I need to move forward.

Changes are needed.

Time will not wait for her.

After Kiyono Fuue died, or rather, after remembering the events of a thousand years ago, she deeply understood this truth.

The weak can do nothing and gain nothing...

That's how the world is. If you're weak, you can only wait at home like a fool, be abandoned like a fool, hope like a fool that he'll come back, and watch him die like a fool.

No.

Do not want.

Ying didn't want to be a fool anymore.

I don't want to be a fool that anyone can fool anymore.

In order to achieve what she wants to achieve and to protect what she wants to protect, she needs to move forward.

Ying has many things to do and must move forward.

We must move forward!

The sword, Shenqie, emitted a soft whistling sound, guiding Ying's elemental power through each falling raindrop. The flowers rustled and moved with the sword. Ying listened to Shenqie's voice; the whistling sound seemed to be telling a story.

How did Rustan cut off the torrential rain, and how did Kiyono Kazeka cut off that torrential rain...?

West Wind Sword Technique.

Her mind followed the path of the divine cut, and in her clear heart, drop after drop of rain was cut off, splashing into fragments of water droplets.

not enough.

We are far from reaching those levels.

Ying knew that she was far from being good enough.

Rain and sweat mingled, soaking Ying's hair and dripping down the brim of her hood.

She clearly told Qingnuoyan not to get wet in the rain, but she herself didn't set a good example.

She didn't know how long she had been practicing, but she knew that the east was already white, the drizzle was slowly stopping, and the rosy dawn was gradually painting the sky. Ying breathed a sigh of relief and wearily propped herself up. After the rain, the sky cleared, and the warm glow of the rosy dawn shone on the girl's delicate profile.

Looking at the clear, clean sky, Ying smiled, a smile as radiant as the morning glow.

It's almost dawn.

Go back, take a shower, and then get an hour's sleep. After that, I should tell those two zombies to practice the 'Seven-Colored Sunshine' divine skill.

I wonder if that old man has sobered up yet.

To be able to say such things so nonchalantly and calmly, one must have said them frequently in the past.

Thinking about what happened last night, Ying's earlobes turned slightly red again. That scoundrel!

Ying didn't know what she was embarrassed about. That guy was carefree and irresponsible; he must have forgotten everything because of the alcohol.