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

The poisonous blood left by the dragon Durin in Dvalin's body slowly dissipated. This poisonous blood was the unfinished task from the previous life. Now, Rustan's destiny has been fulfilled, and the dragon let out a soft cry.

These scars have long yearned for your gentle caress.

You have quietly departed, disturbing my morning dream.

Your scent is as sweet and sour as berries, and as rich and fragrant as lilac.

On a rainy night at Fruit Wine Lake, I would follow the wolf into the raging storm.

The wind murmured softly, its rustling sound carried on the wind. No one knew where it came from, nor where it was going.

The wind simply murmured softly, singing its song.

It will soon dissipate. But don't worry about where the wind went; many people heard its song, and that's enough.

A song whispered by the wind.

That's all there is to it.

Qingye Fengyin's life ends here.

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Note: Dvalin has made some changes; in the original story, he may not have known the nameless girl.

Volume 1: Chapter Sixty - A Song That Can Never Be Caught

Wendy hummed a tune she didn't recognize.

A gentle breeze painted the twilight of Mondstadt with a unique languid hue. Winter was drawing to a close, and spring was just around the corner. The steep ice beds were cracking little by little.

There were several thunderstorms a few days ago. According to the people of Liyue, this is called "Awakening of Insects". After the thunder, the spring breeze will bring spring.

The saying that springtime brings a better mood is indeed true.

Wendy was in a lighthearted mood.

Perhaps it's because of the beautiful scenery in front of them:

The windmill chrysanthemums ignite a vibrant, flowing red, interspersed with Cecilia flowers that accentuate the orange-red sea of ​​blossoms. The two hues of white and red blend together, and the magnificent sunset hangs low over the edge of the flower field. The flowers are truly beautiful, and spring in Mondstadt is indeed lovely.

Spring is almost here, and I'm also reunited with old friends today, which is always a joyful occasion.

My friend's appearance has completely changed.

Wendy remembered the last time she went to see Kiyono was four hundred years ago. He was riding a tall horse, looking dashing and imposing, yet also weary from his journey. Wendy exchanged a few words with him and then left.

She actually really wanted to have a drink with her old friend.

Venti brought several bottles of good wine, first went to Liyue and drank one with the Geo Archon there, then left under the other's 'Are you bored?' gaze, and then went to Inazuma.

She had heard of the Pillar of State General before; it was said that this young general loved to drink, and he could always have a drink.

But Kiyono said he had to return to the capital to report on his duties. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were shining. There were other people waiting for him, so Wendy waved goodbye to him.

The next time I saw him was in the sky, in that bolt of lightning that disappeared at the end of the night.

Now that they've met again, he's no longer as imposing as before.

Strangely enough, although his appearance has changed, there are still some things that haven't changed, especially when he smiles.

It is always a joy to reunite with an old friend.

Even if he has forgotten.

She finally made it in time and helped him during the dragon's calamity, preventing him from dying alone in the valley like he did five hundred years ago, or from falling in the night closest to the blue sky like he did thousands of years ago. This made her happy.

She was not late.

This morning, Wendy told him her name, and he told Wendy his name; that's how they became acquainted.

"Hello, friend," she said to him.

Or perhaps it was a reunion?

He doesn't like drinking, which Wendy finds a little disappointing, but it doesn't matter. Wendy is confident that she can lead him astray; she's very confident in her ability to corrupt people through slacking off.

They went to steal the Sky Harp together today, which reminded Wendy of the days they stole falcon feathers from the top of Cape Oathguard. She wanted to share these memories with her friends, but she knew she couldn't.

Time is so long, yet he has only just been reborn, as fresh as the spring breeze.

And they met again, and there were many years and many memories ahead—that's what Miss Wendy thought.

This was the first mistake she made.

The Sky Harp was snatched up by the Fools, and Kiyono patted his chest, indicating that he would go and find out more.

Miss Wendy looked at him; his confident demeanor was like that of a young girl from a thousand years ago, always giving people a sense of security.

Wendy nodded.

—This was her second mistake.

"What flowers are you picking?"

Wendy bent down slightly, her gradient braids falling naturally. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and asked the focused girl in front of her.

"Cecilia flower".

Ying replied,

She raised her head, looking at the 'suspicious person' with a hint of wariness. "What's wrong?"

What are you picking flowers for?

“A wreath.” Ying lowered her head, searching for that pure white spot among the daisies, and replied, “To make a wreath for Qingye Hana.”

Miss Hua.

Wendy was startled. "How did you know he used to be a girl?"

So she asked:

"You knew he was a girl?"

“Yes,” Ying said matter-of-factly, “He’s still an old zombie.”

You know that too?

Wendy thought the girl named Ying was amazing.

As dusk settled and it approached dinnertime, Ying continued her focused search. Cecilia flowers were few in number and difficult to find.

“I’ll help you,” Wendy said. “We’ll make a wreath.”

"I'm not giving you money," Ying said warily. "At most, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Have a meal?"

"Yes, Lao Zongzi said he went to buy ingredients. He wasn't satisfied with the grilled fish he had for lunch, so he wants to have it again tonight!"

"Oh, I see. You're treating me to dinner, so I'll have to drink."

So they picked flowers together. The dim sun cast long shadows across the sea of ​​flowers. The two girls, enveloped in the shadows, searched for flowers and looked forward to dinner. Time passed slowly. Suddenly, Ying felt something and looked up from the flowers.

A tiny ball, with its head drooping, drifted over from a distance, looking like a kitten that had lost a fight. Paimon stood with its hands on its hips, looking very angry, its watery eyes about to burst into tears.

She saw Ying and said:

"Ying, that guy said he's not playing with us anymore!"

When Paimon said this, he pouted, looking as aggrieved as a child tattling to an adult.

"You're not playing with us anymore?"

“He said…he was so mean.” Paimon became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, stamping her feet and choking back tears. “He said, ‘You’re all too weak and in the way, I need an operation…he was so mean! So mean, so mean.’”

"He's a liar!"

Acting alone...

Ying paused, then subconsciously looked down. She was still clutching two bunches of pure white Cecilia flowers in her hands, and her pockets were full of flowers as well. The Teyvat travel guide was also in her pocket. The girl was stunned. "...But I gave him a flower wreath today."

"Didn't we agree that if you deliver flower wreaths for a day, you have to spend a day playing with us?" Ying said, puzzled. "There are still so many places we haven't been to yet."

"He can't go back on his word."

Those goldfish-like, crystal-clear eyes looked somewhat lost.

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As Wendy listened to their conversation, for some reason, she suddenly felt a strange palpitation in her heart.

A sudden, inexplicable heart palpitation.

Wendy didn't know why she had this feeling.

Something's not right.

Would that guy say goodbye like that?

Would someone say something like that?

why?

The feeling of excitement grew stronger, and her heart inexplicably began to waver.

Something went wrong; something she overlooked.

impossible.

He was just born.

He's a teenager, not an old man; he should have a long life ahead of him.

Kiyono Raimei has lived for five hundred years.

Therefore, it's impossible.

She stubbornly applies her past experiences to the present.

People often believe that what has happened before will happen again, and what has been experienced before will be experienced again. Some call this "the error of empiricism," while poets describe it as: "Fortunately, three cups of fine wine, and a newly blossomed flower. Let us enjoy this moment of laughter and intimacy, for tomorrow's weather is uncertain."

Why would he say such a thing to his companion?