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

It's been almost three thousand years since we last met!

【hello】

That was her tone of voice.

She was always so lively, always smiling, a gentle smile. When Wendy first met her, she had the same cheerful tone, waving and saying, "Hey, friend!"

The city-state of Dekalapian was oppressive and gloomy, the leaden sky devoid of sunlight, but the girl always smiled like that, standing on tiptoe, her emerald eyes clean and clear.

Wow, you actually turned into me... How embarrassing... I already said it was an accident!

“Idiot,” Wendy said, her head bowed, her voice low, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The orange sunlight bathed her, and after a long while, she slowly said:

"Because I'm afraid I'll forget you."

Hello, wind!

Thank you, wind.

I'm a terrible friend; I forgot your name. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm so useless, I'm so sorry.

【sorry】

Thank you, even though I had forgotten you, you still found me.

【谢

Thank you.

"Fool."

Wendy spoke softly, her lips pressed together, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word. Her mind was blank, her language nearly exhausted; she could only murmur...

"Fool."

Thank you, wind.

As I write this, the words on the beach are blurry and the pressure is very light. It's clear that by the time I finish writing this, the song is already halfway through, and the boy is about to leave.

You kept our promise. Mondstadt is truly beautiful—golden wheat fields, a summer-scented ocean, blue skies and white clouds, people free and happy. The city you created is so beautiful. Thank you for letting me see such a beautiful sight. I was so scared then, afraid that my memories would be nothing but a void. Thank you for fulfilling my dream.

You have truly become a bird, you have truly soared to the highest heavens, and as your friend, I am deeply proud of you.

“I want…” Wendy felt tears welling up in his emerald eyes, and his nails dug deep into his palms. “I want to go with you.”

“This is our dream,” she said, her voice trembling.

I want to protect this country; this beautiful country is worth dying for.

The golden morning light was fragmented by the waves, the lazy windmills creaked and groaned, smoke rose from the distant fishing village, and fishermen sang fishing songs as they went out to sea. Qingye Fengyin watched this beautiful scene as it departed.

[This is what Rustan thought when he died. This is what Kiyono Fuue thought too. This is what I've always thought.]

So, wind, you don't need to worry, I left happily and joyfully.

I once said that it doesn't matter where the wind goes, whether it's a mountain wind or a valley wind; as long as the wind has existed, it is an honor for the wind. Now I pass on these words to you.

Wendy lowered her head.

The writing on the beach became increasingly blurred and illegible.

[This song is almost over. Did you hear it? If you did, I'll be very happy.]

[Dvalin is here too! He's right beside me, watching me. Hahaha, it's been so long, old friend! Don't go crazy again!]

The letter is coming to an end.

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】

This letter is finished.

She accomplished nothing, and she was late again.

Wendy had heard from others that if a body dies before it is fully mature, it is considered a 'failure' and it is difficult to be reborn.

Kiyono Fuyumi only lived for three months this time; he must have failed.

"Hey."

Wendy picked up the Sky Harp from Kiyono's arms, seemingly speaking to someone: "I'm going to help him... like last time, for his next life."

There was still a sliver of hope in my heart.

Perhaps, there is only one thing she can do.

You can't do it.

Renli's voice was calm and cold, without any inflection.

silence.

"why?"

She said, "I am Barbatos, and the Lyre of the Sky is in my hands, so why can't I do it..."

“Russtan, I did it too that time with Rustan. I helped him.”

Blank, completely blank.

Wendy gritted her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Human reason.

Because this time he deliberately lost.

He was tired, but he was also content.

The reason you were able to keep his soul last time was because he had a 'promise' with you; it was that promise that kept him.

But now, that promise has been fulfilled. He no longer has any lingering attachment.

Wendy felt dizzy.

The sun has fully risen, the afterglow has faded, and the pure white sky is clear and bright. The sea breeze or spring breeze gently caresses the coast, tender and light. Spring is truly coming.

Qingye Fengyin leaned against that rock, facing the sea, where spring was in full bloom.

The wind blew up the sand, scrambling the writing and carrying away the letter. Wendy tried to catch the wind, to keep the letter, but the wind couldn't be held; it slipped slowly through her fingers. So the letter was scattered in the wind, the grains of sand shimmering in the golden sunlight.

You can never catch the wind through your fingertips, just as you can never catch the lightning that streaks across the sky.

Because time must pass, and no one can hold it back.

After the thunder died and the wind went, spring came.

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This chapter is a three-in-one, wow! Actually, I didn't want to use a long chapter because some readers said no, but after thinking about it, I decided to use a long chapter for this part, otherwise the emotions really won't flow together.

P.S.: This is not a gender-swap story; it's impossible for me to be reborn as a girl!

The so-called transformation only exists in the background story, and it will never happen again!

Volume 1: Chapter 61 Rosalyn, You Killed Him Again (Three-in-One)

Qingye Fengyin's heart was light and airy, flowing with an almost rose-like color. Rather than resembling a heart, it was more like a gemstone, a glass-like gemstone, faintly reflecting the thin moonlight, crystal clear and translucent.

That heart is still warm.

Can an ordinary person possess such a beautiful heart?

The woman examined the heart closely.

She still remembered what Kiyono Kazein had said at the end:

Please give my heart to the nation in its collapse.

Is the collapse of a nation simply a matter of scattered soldiers?

During a casual conversation, the woman had heard the soldier mention this name.

She doesn't understand.

This boy was about to die, yet he thought of giving his heart to someone else.

Is he an idiot?

It doesn't matter anymore.

The woman gently put her mind at ease and looked out. The sunlight was still dim, and the leaden night had not yet broken, as if shrouded in a hazy veil.

Very, very far away.

The boy who had lost his heart lay on the beach, his chest empty, his eyes slightly open, his purple eyes dull and lifeless, his face as white as the first snow, and his breathing almost stopped.

But he is actually still alive.

Although his body was as cold as an ice cave and his cheeks had lost their color due to the loss of blood supply from his heart, he was still not dead.

He lay alone on the beach, the biting wind whipping at his body. He curled up slightly, his shoulders trembling. No one was by his side; he was dying alone.

The lady knew, of course, that he was still alive, or rather, barely clinging to life.

No mortal can fool the executors of the Fools.

Kiyono Fuuin's acting of feigning death clearly did not fool the lady; she was merely pretending to leave.

In fact, the woman simply left the beach; she climbed the cliff and, in a corner out of the boy's sight, calmly looked down at Kiyono Kaze, calmly watching his death.