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

You have quietly departed, disturbing my morning dream.

"Have you packed your luggage?"

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely write it for you."

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

"This is for you."

"The water clock's complete cycle is equivalent to the time you spend studying at the Academy. Once the water clock has finished running, I will be able to see you."

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

"Dear Ms. Rosalyn, hello."

-

The song ended.

The song stopped.

The wind has stopped.

The sun has risen, and its rays are showering the world with light; spring has arrived.

The woman didn't even realize the wind had stopped. She paused, then subconsciously touched the mask on her forehead. The cold touch brought her back to her senses, and the scars beneath the mask began to sting again, a burning pain.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

She suddenly felt empty inside, but she didn't know why. It seemed like she had missed something very important, but she didn't know what it was. She just had a strange feeling.

There was one thing she missed again.

When she came to her senses,

That boy is dead, he died in the place where the sunlight was strongest.

But he was not in pain; there seemed to be a smile on his lips, because he did not die alone.

The magical beast—the Wind Demon Dragon—kept him by his side, gazing at the boy with sorrow and tenderness, quietly listening to his song.

When the wind stopped, the boy could no longer pluck the strings. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The dragon lowered its long neck and gently rubbed its antennae against the boy's cheek, as if trying to wake him up and want him to continue playing with it, but Qingye Fengyin could no longer do so.

So the dragon let out a mournful cry, like a kitten meowing around a friend, but it received no response.

With a sorrowful and lonely look in its eyes, it licked the boy's cheek one last time, flapped its wings, and flew away.

Kiyono Fuyumi is dead.

His last friend had left him, and he leaned alone against the rocks, where the wind had died down.

The woman suddenly wanted to see him. This feeling was unfamiliar and sudden, and even more inexplicable. He was just a knight from Mondstadt who died, just a stranger. Thousands of strangers die every day. Why should she care?

The woman is a rational "executive".

For the Executor, for the Fools, for the Lady, 'reason' is everything, the law upon which she lives.

Reason could easily suppress inexplicable emotions, or rather, the ice bestowed by the Empress not only froze the flames in her heart, but also her very soul.

The fish is about to take the bait.

Although the process unfolded in ways the woman had not anticipated, the outcome was correct.

Barbatos is coming.

The woman could already feel the wind; the wind was getting closer and closer to the shore.

She was urging Qianfeng to hurry on her way, and it was clear that she was in a great hurry, which is why her whereabouts were exposed.

Barbatos, the wind god of Mondstadt.

That useless god.

The woman saw her again.

Oh, it's you.

The bard I met in the square that day.

Her emerald eyes trembled, fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she breathed softly. The girl was anxious and confused. She had clearly seen Qingye Fengyin on the beach. She started off fast, but gradually slowed down, and in the end, she almost stopped.

You're late again, Barbatos. Your knight has died before your eyes once more, and there's nothing you can do.

A sense of pleasure rose in the woman's heart, but beneath this pleasure, her heart was inexplicably pounding, and she did not know the source of this pounding.

In the shadows where no one could see, the woman watched all this, waiting for her chance, her pale blue eyes reflecting Barbatos's face.

It seems that Qingye Fengyin wrote her a final letter, using a tree branch as a metaphor.

The letter on the sand was too far from the woman, and the handwriting was too blurry to read.

Mondstadt's Aeolus was clearly reading the letter.

"Fool."

...

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

The orange sunlight enveloped the silhouette of the Aeolus of Mondstadt, her head bowed.

"Fool."

"Fool."

"I want..."

...

I want to go see it with you.

...

"This is our dream."

She was muttering to herself.

The woman paused for a moment after hearing her words.

The wind god seemed very sad.

The lady could feel the authentic atmosphere, and the wind god's heart was wavering, just like the restless sea breeze.

Was that boy that important to her?

dream...

The woman clicked her tongue softly.

Now is not the best time; we must wait... until the wind god is at its most vulnerable.

Now is not the time to make a move.

Her mind was completely clear, all superfluous emotions were eliminated, and it was as calm and cold as a deep ice cave. Only in the calmest state could the lady guarantee a sure hit. Her mind became more and more peaceful. She forgot the rainy night at Fruit Wine Lake, forgot the promise in the square, forgot those letters, and threw away all the mixed emotions.

She had to move forward; she absolutely had to move forward.

The woman's eyes were now fixed on her goal.

All that's left is that heart.

The sun rose higher and higher, the sky grew brighter and brighter, flowers bloomed in profusion, and gentle waves chased after dandelions. Time passed slowly, and Mondstadt's Anemo Archon, who had been keeping her head bowed, suddenly broke the silence. She spoke, seemingly to no one in particular:

"Hey."

"I want to help him... like last time, with his next life."

What's the meaning.

The woman paused, taken aback.

What's the meaning...

Who is she talking to?

The next chapter of my life?

The Aeolus of Mondstadt stood quietly on the beach, seemingly waiting for a response. Her amber eyes shimmered with a faint light, but soon, as if she had heard a reply, the faint light dimmed.

She seemed unwilling to believe it; she was questioning, and the woman didn't understand what she was questioning or who she was questioning.

"why?"

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

baffling.

The woman thought to herself.

She's gone mad.

Rosalind bent slightly, exhaled slowly, and gathered ice between her slender fingers. She raised her eyes, staring at Wendy's back, and began to count down in her mind—

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

...What.

Rustam.

She mentioned Rustan, but why would she mention Rustan?

help.

Rosalind paused.

Completely unrelated, with no connection whatsoever.

Rustan was dead. The lady saw his body shatter into pieces right before her eyes. Rustan was dead!

He died alone at the bottom of that valley.

No one came to his aid; you cowardly hid in your city-states and watched him die. What did you do?

But Wendy's eyes were so sincere and so sad. She frowned, her clear eyes seemed to be glistening with tears, her nails dug deep into her palms, and her teeth were clenched.