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

The Sky Harp was stolen. He said he was going to gather information, but he only went to gather information.

That's all.

After a long silence, Wendy broke it, looking at Ying and asking with a hint of expectation:

"Kiyono...that guy, has he been acting strangely lately?"

"Abnormal?" Paimon tilted his head.

“For example, suddenly fainting, feeling very cold, or seeing hallucinations, or suddenly losing focus,” Wendy said.

“Distracted…” Ying murmured, recalling the day she climbed Cape Oathmori. “He almost fell because he was distracted while climbing.”

"Fainted, body ice cold..." Ying paused, "It happened the day before yesterday."

-

Wendy left Ying and Paimon behind and strode toward the angel's gift, her fingertips unconsciously clenching, crushing the delicate petals of the Cecilia flower.

Wear and tear

Those symptoms are signs of wear and tear.

Wendy has lived for thousands of years, and as a goddess, she has experienced much wear and tear; she is no stranger to wear and tear.

But why?

His memory was clearly brand new.

He is the new wind.

Why does wear and tear occur?

Was it my fault?

But she had never told him about her past.

Those blue skies, those white clouds, those poems, those stories beneath the wind wall, those views seen from the canyon, birds and feathers, dandelions and poems, those days spent together, the memories treasured by the wind spirit—she never explained them to Qingye, she never shared them with Qingye.

But why?

But why does it still suffer from wear and tear?

This is unreasonable, and this is unfair.

Is it not even allowed to meet an old friend?

Can't we even meet one more time? Would saying "hello, friend" really hurt him?

She just wanted to have another drink with her friends. Was that too much to ask?

Wendy didn't know.

She bit her lip.

He went here.

Diluc stared at the girl in front of him in surprise and asked, "Didn't he tell you?"

That bastard.

That bastard.

Why didn't he tell me sooner?

Following Diluc's map, Wendy walked along the chilly path in Whispering Wood. The steep evening wind blew past her, and hundreds of millions of leaves rustled as if they were weeping.

She saw the castle of the Fools, thick ivy and ultramarine moss clinging to the cold, dark walls. The gates were wide open, and the silence was terrifying. The sunlight had been completely consumed, leaving only scattered and mixed candlelight.

Many soldiers lay on the ground, their bodies bearing wind elemental wounds.

Wendy was both delighted and confused. She was delighted that she had not found any trace of Kiyono's blood, and that the scent of the Sky Harp still lingered there.

He should have won; although he was reckless and impetuous, he successfully snatched the Sky Harp back from the Fools.

But while Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, she also felt lost.

Since he took the Sky Harp, he should have already returned to Mondstadt.

Where is Kiyono now?

Wendy couldn't find where Kiyono had gone.

She asked the wind, hoping it might tell Wendy the news.

It was already very late at night.

Wendy tiptoed, took off her hat, and revealed her ears. She listened intently to the sound of the wind. The wind was noisy and restless, whispering through the forest. The evening breeze carried many things, rustling softly, but Wendy couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear anything.

The boy is not here.

Qingye Fengyin was very meticulous in his work. He deliberately erased his footprints and traces. Of course, the wind still recorded his scent, but it was all blurry.

She wandered aimlessly through the forest, listening to the traces of the wind.

Today is clearly their first reunion, and they have only been together for a day. Compared to five hundred years, a single day is incredibly short.

unfair.

Why must we part ways after only meeting for the first time?

Wendy doesn't like it.

Time slowly passed, the night began to fade, and the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn. The glow of dawn gradually appeared, and the pale purple sky spread out layer by layer. Wendy finally heard the wind.

That was a song.

The gentle spring breeze carried the boy's song, his clear tone light and pure, and with that song, the whole day was awakened by the wind.

The wind from afar stirs my heart.

[The soft murmur of my longing for you]

...

A rainy night at Guojiu Lake.

Wendy had heard it many times before, sung by that boy named Rustan.

She followed the direction of the song, her pace quickening, but gradually her steps slowed, becoming slower and slower until finally, she almost came to a standstill.

But a song's duration is short, and its life is also brief. Wendy hadn't even arrived when the song ended, and the spring breeze ceased.

All that remained was the silence of the mountains.

After the wind stopped.

Silence was all that remained.

All that remains is silence.

The wind is dead. Spring is its funeral.

The boy lay in the sunniest spot, leaning against a rock, gazing at the azure sea. A serene smile seemed to linger on his lips. He held the Sky Harp in his arms, its strings vibrating gently, but no one would ever play it again.

The boy felt empty inside, but he was still smiling, as if he were just asleep.

The Sky Harp, the boy once promised, that he would definitely help him find it.

He did keep his promise, and he did find the Sky Harp, but Wendy wasn't happy.

The wind stopped.

"why?"

Wendy said.

She gazed at the boy in the sunlight and said softly, "This is not fair."

The sunshine was so beautiful. Not long ago, Wendy was very happy because spring was coming and the flowers were in full bloom. But now the flowers are still in full bloom, but the people who came to see them are gone. Spring has not yet arrived, but the wind has stopped.

this is not fair.

I'm late again.

I seem to be late for everything.

It was late thousands of years ago, it was late five hundred years ago, and it's late now.

Wendy lowered her head.

She hadn't told him his real name yet; they had only just reunited.

I don't even have the right to mourn him. To him, I am just a stranger he just met, an insignificant existence, a fleeting passerby in his life. Even if he were to die, he wouldn't remember me.

Perhaps they should never have met again; perhaps Qingye Fengyin was the one who caused her death.

Wear and tear consumed him, and knowing his days were numbered, he decided to retrieve the Sky Harp alone.

We meet again.

The voice was both familiar and strange, resounding from the depths of my heart.

He left you a letter.

“What?” Wendy asked.

Before he died, he remembered everything.

He remembered your past.

[While singing that song, before he died, he wrote you a letter. Look at the beach in front of him.]

The Anemo Archon of Mondstadt

That girl misses you very much.

Wendy lowered her head as Renli instructed.

The sand at Mond Beach is soft and fluffy.

At the foot of Qingye Fengyin, there was a broken branch. The boy must have used it to write letters, sketching words stroke by stroke on the sand. As he wrote, he hummed a song, the warm morning light shining on his face. He smiled gently, as if recalling many interesting things.

This letter is actually not long, just as short as this song.

Yo-ho~ Wind