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

Kiyono said he would give the letter to Kage after he left.

At that time, Kiyono still had more than half a year to live.

But I didn't expect that this letter would be handed to Lei Films so soon.

Only at this moment did Ling Hua finally feel a sense of reality.

Kiyono Raimori, the Great Pillar of the Nation, is really gone.

He left Inazuma forever.

"A letter?" Ying pushed open the palace door, her steps somewhat hurried, osmanthus blossoms crunching among the hydrangeas. Shen Li Linghua waited quietly in the side room of the hall. At first, her steps were hurried, but the closer she got, the slower her pace became, until she finally stopped.

What does Kiyono want to say?

Unbeknownst to Ying, Qingye had never written her a letter in the past century; the only letter she had received was the 'resignation letter' that Ying had torn up last time.

Is he still angry with me? Has he forgiven me?

She hesitated, which wasn't like her usual self.

He let out a breath.

What a mess!

Ying chuckled self-deprecatingly and pushed open the door.

"He wouldn't even see me one last time, but he was willing to leave me a letter?"

"General." Ayaka Kamisato pursed her lips. She felt a little nervous about meeting Lord Narukami, but when she heard Kage's seemingly resentful words, she relaxed and bowed.

"General, letters are very interesting things."

"...interesting?"

“I often correspond with friends, and for me, the most interesting thing is not the content of the letters, but the person who writes them,” Kamisato said.

"Reading the letter, I can always imagine where he wrote it. Was it at night or during the day? Was there a dark mountain or a pale white cloud behind him as he wrote it? What was his expression when he wrote it? Was he smiling? Was he looking forward to it? There is a saying that goes, 'Seeing a letter is like seeing the person.' When I read the letter, I am also reading the feelings of the writer, which is a wonderful thing."

"Thus, many emotions are conveyed through snow-white envelopes and ink-stained handwriting. People can share the same feelings even when they are thousands of miles apart. People will always meet again. Words have power. Even after thousands of miles, they can still touch our hearts at some point."

"From this day forward, time flies like an arrow, and the mountains and rivers will remain forever; this is an eternal feeling."

"It's a soft voice," Kamiri said.

"The Pillar of State is willing to leave his last letter to you; you are the one he most wants to see, and you are the one he misses most."

...

"Give me the letter."

"Then I'll take my leave."

Kamisato handed the letter to Kage, who bowed, closed the door, and left.

Ying was alone in the room again. The moonlight had climbed to the treetops, and the dappled silhouettes of the pines and cypresses climbed onto the desk. Ying opened the letter.

The letter paper had a faint smell of paint, indicating that the writer had sealed the letter with sealing wax.

The letter was neither long nor short, and every word was written with great care.

Shadow recalled Kamisato's words: What was Kiyono Raimei's expression when he wrote this letter?

Is he smiling?

He liked to smoke, and there were bits of ash in the corner of the letter. He must have lit a cigarette while writing this letter. He would write for a while, then stop and think for a while, which is why the ash fell down. He probably forgot about the cigarette in his hand while writing, and by the time he finished writing the letter, the moon was probably full over the west tower, and the cigarette in his hand had burned out.

He coughs. Ying now knows he's not in good health. He coughs every now and then while writing. He's probably very tired, but his handwriting is very neat. He wrote the letter with great care.

Linghua is right. Seeing a letter is like seeing the person in person. Even across thousands of miles, people will always meet again.

As Ying looked at the letter, it was as if she could see the old man.

Hello, Shadow.

The Zhuguo Mansion is bustling with activity. Winter has arrived, and a heavy snow fell last night, piling up on the eaves. Right now, outside my window, plum blossoms are blooming, smelling wonderful. I thought of sending you a few branches with my letter, but I'm afraid they'll wither by the time it reaches you. I'm quite confident in my health; at least I'll be fine next year, by which time the plum blossoms will have already faded.

[How was the weather where you were when I received your letter? I think the New Year is over and spring has arrived, that's wonderful, spring is beautiful. You should go out more, staying indoors all the time isn't good, going out more is great for your health.]

"Idiot...annoying mortal."

Yingqing clutched the corner of the letter, her head bowed. "Spring hasn't even come yet... Idiot, where's your faith? Idiot, fool, spring hadn't even arrived when the letter arrived, and it's still snowing heavily outside."

"You are both weak and arrogant... You don't even have the plum blossom... You didn't even win with the plum blossom. You lost to the plum blossom... Why did you lose?"

"The flowers hadn't even faded yet, and you were already gone."

After I leave, you must eat more. Don't say strange things like 'food is harmful to cultivation.' You used to have a big appetite... Don't eat too many desserts, and you should eat some meat occasionally. Meat is delicious, you must try it. By the way, my favorite food is grilled sardines, you must try it.

“It’s awful,” Ying said. “I’ve already eaten it.”

"It tastes terrible."

[As people get older, they become more talkative... Ah, I don't admit I'm old, I just tend to talk a lot, so I want to ramble on a bit. My hands are cold in winter, and I'm writing this letter by the fireplace. Is it warm where you are?]

"It's not warm."

[I don't even know what you're writing, just endless trivial family matters. How could you possibly be cold? You're Naruto!]

"It's not warm."

The first time I saw you, I thought you were so handsome... so I thought, I want to be with such a handsome woman. It's funny to think about it now. You're right, I know my life is only fleeting, that's a fact.

"Not handsome."

Even knowing this, I still decided to do it. A moment is a moment, isn't a moment interesting? Hey, I was really something else; a moment, then a year, then another, and five hundred years passed in a flash.

But I have to leave you now.

I'm going to a very far place. Actually, you're not handsome. You're clumsy and reckless. You're not the great Naruto. Sometimes you're like a little girl. It's strange, but I like you just the way you are.

I'm leaving you now. You must continue on your journey. The Pillar of the Nation Army has a tradition: the living are responsible for burying the dead, remembering their names, and moving on. I am the last Pillar of the Nation Army soldier; I hope you will remember my name.

True death is being completely forgotten. If you can remember my name, if I can be a fleeting flash of lightning in your eternal life, then I will be very happy.

Please don't forget me, because I will forget myself.

I am a cowardly and incompetent person. I didn't come to see you because if I saw you, I wouldn't have the courage to leave.

"mortal."

Ying lowered her head, something stuck in her chest, her throat felt sore, and her emotions were stuck together. She gritted her teeth, "I've always had a bad memory... I've already forgotten, tell me again... Five hundred years is such a short time, how could it be enough for me to remember your name?"

For the past hundred years, I've wanted to come and find you, but every time I reached the door, I turned back.

The letter is almost finished, and the snow outside the window is about to stop. Are you still angry with me? Don't be mad at me anymore.

【sorry】

I'm sorry, Shadow, I couldn't come to find you.

If I never see you again, good morning, good afternoon, good night.

Please persevere on your path.

——Qingye Leiming Yours sincerely.

It was already dusk.

After reading the letter, Ying lowered her head, her eyes welling up with tears she couldn't describe.

Suddenly, Ying felt something, raised her head, and looked out the window into the distance.

The guardian of justice has arrived.

A flash of lightning streaked across the distant horizon, at the boundary between dusk and sunrise.

The familiar lightning.

A lightning flash of 0.3 seconds.

That direction is the direction the ship is heading.

She stood up, wanting to chase after him.

But once it's missed, it's missed. A hundred years is a missed opportunity, three days is a missed opportunity, and even a turn of the head is a missed opportunity.

Even eternity cannot catch up to that 0.3 seconds.

Humans can never catch up with the lightning that streaks across the sky, because by the time they realize it, the lightning is already dead, leaving only the rolling thunder.

All that's left is regret.

Tears finally streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the letter.

Boom—

Boom!

"Genshin Impact Fanfiction Exposed, They All Believed It," is also a friend's book.

Volume 1: Chapter 33 The Unforgotten Taste

【Dear Ms. Rosalyn, hello.】

How's the weather in Sumeru? It rained heavily in Mondstadt last night, but the sky is clear today, and the dandelion fields are beautiful. I've enclosed two for you.

[The humidity in the Sumeru Rainforest is very high, so please be careful... You are not very healthy, so please wear more clothes.]

You must study hard over there and listen to the wise men. Don't worry about me here. I'm doing well. I just want to hear you sing one more song.

Do you still have the water clock I gave you? One week of its operation is equivalent to the time you spent studying at the Faculty of Arts. Once the water clock has run out of time, I'll be able to see you again.

Dear Ms. Rosalyn, I wish you all the best.

...

These past few days, the lady has often thought about the past, and about that letter from before.

This is not a good sign.

This will make her weak.

As the eighth governor of the Fools, Rosalyn's name had long been buried deep in the lady's memory. Five hundred years had passed, and she had forgotten what she looked like in her youth. Perhaps she loved to sing, perhaps she loved to read? Perhaps she was a quiet and gentle girl, as light as the wind?