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

“Even if you lose, you will reach the finish line.” Ti Baihe gazed earnestly at Qing Nuoyan. “I will wait for you at the end of time, and your blonde girl will also be waiting for you at the end of time.”

Qingnuoyan was stunned.

He paused, then finally smiled. "See you next time. I need to find a place to sleep."

“I need to wake up before dusk,” Qing Nuoyan said earnestly, “because I need to go home for dinner.”

"Goodbye."

"Lily said softly."

"Goodbye."

They walked in opposite directions, their shadows cast by the glittering starlight. Amidst the swaying silhouettes of the cherry blossom trees, they drifted further and further apart, one heading towards the forest, the other towards the mountains.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ti Baihe stopped and looked back. Qing Nuoyan had already walked far away, and the starlight shone on the path he had taken.

Ti Baihe had once heard a saying that when an old cat dies, it seeks a place where no one knows it, to sleep quietly and not let anyone find it. Will Qing Nuoyan never wake up again?

...Or perhaps when he awakens, the world has changed beyond recognition, and hundreds or thousands of years have passed?

The promise made under the cherry blossom tree, that party—will he be late...?

Lily doesn't know.

All he knew was the gentle, weary smile on Qing Nuoyan's lips when he mentioned the blonde girl.

It was as if it had pierced through the eternal flow of time.

-

PS1: It's the Yang Realm again, another update from the Yang Realm!

Chapter 151 When I See You Again

Kiyono Fuyumi is dead.

Today, as the windmill chrysanthemums and cecilias bloom romantically, on that golden beach, as the waves shatter the sunlight, the wind slowly dissipates, and he dies in the place closest to spring.

Only a letter was left on the beach, with crooked and messy handwriting.

Goodbye, wind.

Thank you for finding me.

Thank you for the gift.

Thank you for showing me Mondstadt three thousand years in the future; it's truly beautiful.

—【I was trapped in a windless land, until I met you】

The letter was blown away by the wind. Wendy tried to catch the wind, but the wind was ungraspable. The wind and sand slipped through her fingers and eventually disappeared into the desolate twilight.

The wind is dead, even though we only met again today.

Wendy loves to drink, and she brought lots and lots of fine wines to share with her old friends.

She also has many stories she wants to tell the wind, about the blue sky, about high walls, about birds and feathers, dandelions and poetry, about her experiences over the past three thousand years, the people she has met, the things she has experienced, and the scenery she has seen, all of which she wants to tell the wind.

She always seems to be late.

Three thousand years ago, when the girl died on the high wall, she was late; five hundred years ago, when the knight died at the bottom of the valley, she was also late; and even today, when the wind died before the sea, she still hasn't arrived.

But this time... it's irreversible.

As Renli said, her promise to Qingye Fengyin ended five hundred years ago, and she could no longer retrieve the latter's soul as she had five hundred years ago; she was beyond saving.

They could never meet again.

But...

Wendy lowered her eyes, the dim sunlight illuminating her delicate profile. She bit her lip and murmured softly, "My requirements aren't high."

"My request is not high. I just want to see her one more time. My request is not high. I just want to have a drink with my friend. I'm a heartless drunkard. I'm easy to please... Why must we part after just one meeting? Why am I just a messenger wind in poems and stories? Why?"

—These were her last words to the lady.

Her demands weren't high...

I just wanted to have another drink with my friend.

As dusk deepened, the fiery, smoky clouds blanketed the ocean, each wave a ripple of the sunset. The lady had gone to find the last letter Rustan had left for her, but Wendy remained.

She stared blankly at the setting sun until dusk fell and twilight enveloped the mountains and forests.

"A cocktail party."

Are you coming?

Wendy paused, taken aback.

The mountain breeze blew again, and the sound of the waves echoed in layers. Wendy subconsciously turned her head. Tonight, spring would come, and Cecilia flowers were in full bloom. In the place closest to spring, dusk painted the colors of dreams.

Her pure white hair fluttered in the wind like dancing snowflakes, and her azure eyes, clear and bright, slowly opened in the twilight, carrying a hint of haziness and weariness, as if she were waking from a deep dream.

He extended an invitation to Wendy.

The feeling was both strange and familiar.

Just like three thousand years ago, atop that high wall, the young girl reached out to the wind, extending an invitation. The howling mountain wind swept across the sky, the leaden night was deep and oppressive, but her eyes shone with light, her emerald green eyes revealing a clear longing—"Wind, would you like to come with me to see the outside world?"

Wendy's shoulders trembled slightly.

"One year later, in autumn... well, the last day of autumn."

Qing Nuoyan was still a little sleepy and tired. He struggled to keep his eyes open, like a cat that hadn't woken up yet. "In Inazuma, under the largest cherry blossom tree at Mount Kagemachi on Narukami Island."

"Would you like to bring some wine?" he asked Wendy with a gentle smile. "My friend."

If the wind passes away, then wait for it to return.

-

midsummer.

Liyue, Bubulu.

In the height of summer, the osmanthus flowers have turned completely red, their crimson color spreading far and wide, creating a sunset-like canopy. As the mountain breeze blows, maple leaves rustle in the air, scattering in the clear, orange-yellow sunlight.

Mr. Zhongli leaned back in the rattan chair in front of his house, put down the bamboo slips in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at the little zombie in front of the courtyard.

"The Era...Calls...Section One."

Qi Qi's expression was solemn and serious, with a rather sacred attitude. Her fair little hands were turned and stretched upwards, and she was muttering incantations, as if she were reciting some great and unparalleled divine skill.

"Stretch! Move! !"

She shouted.

Mr. Zhongli pursed his lips.

Qingnuoyan has been away from Mondstadt for almost a year. Since he left, Qiqi has been practicing the so-called immortal sect technique "The Call of the Times" every day, day and night, diligently studying and practicing. Whether it is windy or rainy, you can always see the stubborn figure of this little zombie in the courtyard.

But is "The Call of the Times" really some kind of divine power?

From Mr. Zhongli's professional, almost divine perspective, and from a purely rational standpoint, this is just ordinary gymnastics.

"Nuoyan... told me to practice it," Qiqi explained to Zhongli, raising her large eyes. "He said the times are calling, it's a great summoning spell!"

Qiqi spread out her two little hands, trying her best to show how 'big' the Great Summoning Spell was, and said earnestly, "It can summon the strongest of this era."

Mr. Zhongli thought to himself, "How could Qing Nuoyan even deceive a child?" He pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he froze—

"Nuoyan and Qiqi have made a promise." (See Chapter 115)

Qiqi nodded, her eyes clear and bright like amber, reflecting Mr. Zhongli's face. "Qiqi will stay, stay in Liyue, practice, answer the call of the times, and then, Nuoyan, will become the strongest."

"We made a promise, we pinky swear."

"That way... Qiqi can... summon Nuoyan."

"Seven seven... and I'll be able to see... Nuoyan again."

She paused, then lowered her eyes, her tone tinged with a hint of grievance, her pale purple hair falling across her face. "It's been so many days... Qiqi has summoned... so many times... but still hasn't been able to summon... Nuoyan."

"Qiqi...misses him."

“Mr. Zhongli, Qiqi…is she very stupid?” She looked at Mr. Zhongli, her eyes as pure white as a fawn in the forest.

“Qiqi isn’t stupid. Qiqi is very smart.” Mr. Zhongli looked at Qiqi, gently patted her head, and ruffled her messy purple hair. “I’m the stupid one.”

He leaned back in the wicker chair, looking at the twilight that was about to fall on the horizon, and at the osmanthus grove at the far end of his sight, and said softly, "The osmanthus flowers are ripe."

The horizon was slowly bathed in a rosy glow.

The osmanthus flowers are ripe, and so is the wine.

In late spring of last year, he and Qingnuoyan picked osmanthus flowers and brewed new wine, which they buried under the bamboo house. After careful calculation, the osmanthus wine was already fully ripe.

But even if you're familiar with the wine, there's no one to taste it. So you can only bury it underground, deep in the soil. The longer time passes, the deeper the wine is buried, until it's finally buried in the earth's veins, and no one can find it anymore.

Qingnuoyan's trip to Inazuma was to use the Divine Cherry Tree to purify and heal the afflictions caused by karmic obstacles.

Even today, Zhongli can still feel that right beneath his feet, beneath Qiqi's feet, beneath the feet of everyone in Liyue... lies the corpse of Fushe, the mountain, which has merged into the earth's veins of Liyue.

"Mr. Zhongli?"

Qiqi tilted her head, then suddenly realized and said, "Mr. Zhongli... also wants to see Nuoyan?"

Zhongli withdrew his gaze from the distance and stared at Qiqi. After a long while, he gave a helpless smile. "Yes, I want to go have a drink with him."

"Then... Qiqi... let's do 'The Times Are Calling' one more time!"

Qiqi nodded very seriously, "This time, Qiqi is sure she can do it!"

Mr. Zhongli smiled as he listened to Qiqi's innocent and simple words.

The little zombie acted immediately, taking out a talisman from its small pocket with the words "The Times Are Calling" written on it, and sticking it on its forehead with a slap.

"The times are calling! The first set!"

"Stretch! Exercise!"

She said earnestly.

She took a step forward, her fair and clean little hand stretched upward, and she tried her best to stand on tiptoe. She then stepped forward with her left foot, but perhaps because the steps of the talisman were written incorrectly, Qiqi's left foot tripped with her right foot, and she lost her balance. She was about to fall flat on her face.