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

It seems she was truly unwilling to accept it, and it seems she had actually succeeded before.

That's why she's so unwilling to accept this.

wind.

Suddenly, a wind blew, stirring up the sand. The letter left by Qingye Fengyin scattered in the wind. Wendy wanted to catch the wind, wanted to catch the sand, but she couldn't. The sand and the wind slipped through her fingers.

Something has gone out of control.

As she watched the sand swirling in the wind, the woman's heart pounded with growing excitement.

Something has gone out of control.

There were things she didn't know, things she misunderstood, just like the last letter Rustan sent her five hundred years ago. She completely misunderstood the contents of that letter, and thus she made a mistake she would regret for the rest of her life.

Now, something else has been misunderstood by her, but she doesn't know what it is. The dying flames begin to stir, and she sees many illusions again... burned forests, devastated lands, ruined valleys, and ashes everywhere.

hallucinations.

This is an illusion.

This is a trap.

She bit her lip, her eyes trembling.

Yes, it's an illusion.

The evil eye gleamed.

The evil eye swelled infinitely in her heart, freezing the flames with ice.

I can't hear anything anymore.

The heart of God, only the heart of God.

“I’ll still give it a try,” Wendy said. “I can still draw upon the power of the Heart of God, which is the authority of the Wind God and should be able to help him.”

The girl's eyes were earnest yet stubborn.

Silence. A long, long silence.

The Human System finally said, "...Give it a try. I'll guide you."

"Calm your mind."

Wendy's emerald eyes flickered, and she took a deep breath.

She can definitely do it.

She can definitely do it.

The wind whispers in the clear field right in front of her, Rustan is right in front of her, the girl is right in front of her. She is sure she can do it. Even if she can't catch the wind, she will still chase it. Even if the wind is dead, she will still dig it out.

hope.

Her only hope, and the only thing she could do.

She needs to calm down; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she can't afford to be interrupted.

Wendy half-squatted down, placing her slender hand on Qingye Fengyin's chest. Her heart trembled, emitting a faint, gentle, and beautiful light. That faint light pulsed, and the wind obeyed her call.

Qingye Fengyin's body moved slightly, and the scattered soul seemed to slowly reassemble, like grains of sand forming a tower.

"Maybe it will work," Wendy thought with a hopeful smile, but then she froze.

Pain.

The wind was drawn away from her body, and the sound of the wind stopped.

Wendy slowly turned around.

Drowsiness, exhaustion, and despair.

Blank, a deep blank.

The heart of God has been taken away, along with all hope and all the wind.

　Miss.

“Rosalind…” Wendy stared intently at the woman, her emerald eyes filled with deep hatred. “What have you done?!”

The wind blew past, and Qingye Fengyin's body slowly dissipated and collapsed.

Like that sand.

It melted away in the early spring sunshine, just as it had five hundred years ago, disappearing into Rosalind's embrace.

Wendy tried to catch the wind, but she could no longer.

Despite her weakness and exhaustion, she raised her head. Her collapsing emotions finally broke through her last shred of reason. She stared into the woman's eyes and said with near malice:

"He is Rustam."

Wendy said sadly and painfully, "...He is Rustan."

"You killed him again."

Rosalyn. You've killed him again!

It was springtime, but those words felt as cold as winter to the woman.

"...What?"

She murmured.

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Wow, I'm a little late, because this chapter took a while to write...

It is also longer than the usual three-in-one.

But before 12 o'clock!

Volume 1: Chapter 62 She thought her tears had dried up.

"...What."

Similar to murmuring.

A sound close to a whisper.

what.

I can't understand it.

The woman paused, then subconsciously lowered her eyes and looked at Qingye Fengyin.

The boy passed away right before the woman's eyes. The warm, yellow sunlight enveloped him like a veil of mist, and he was still smiling, a smile still playing on his lips.

But those eyes would never open again, as the clear sea breeze swept over his body.

The wind blew up the sand, and it also carried away the boy's body. He slowly dispersed into specks of light, like dandelion flowers, and was carried away by the wind, first his hair, then his cheeks, and finally his entire torso.

In just a moment, in just a moment, it vanished into the light and wind of spring.

Just like Rustan, which vanished five hundred years ago.

The same.

Dissipating in the wind, departing in the wind, no one can hold onto it.

—"...He is Rustam."

"You killed him again."

"Rosalyn, you've killed him again!"

The words of Mondstadt still echoed in the lady's ears, but she still couldn't understand them, couldn't understand a single word.

impossible.

impossible.

Rustam is already dead.

This is a lie.

Mondstadt is cunning and loves to play tricks; this is a lie she fabricated.

But Wendy's eyes were so serious, so sad, so angry. She stared intently at herself, her teeth clenched so tightly that the lady could even hear the grinding sound—she hated herself.

The woman could sense this emotion; Mondstadt hated itself, but not for taking her heart.

That hatred came from elsewhere.

"You killed him again."

Tingling.

The woman felt a stinging pain.

But that nearly depleted heart inexplicably throbbed with pain. Could a heart that had already died still feel pain?

Cold waves crashed against the rocks; the tide was rising, and the cold, dark seawater crept onto the shore. The woman looked away.

"...lie."

She said, her expression hidden by a mask, her eyes unseen in the dim shadows: "Lies."

The lady said this.

"lie!"

The Heart of God is in hand, Mondstadt's mission is complete, all that's left is to leave, and once he leaves, everything will be over, everything will return to normal... just leave.

But many things that she had deliberately ignored... uncontrollably surfaced in her eyes.

Or rather, it's not that they deliberately ignore it, but rather that they are unwilling to believe it.

The lady had watched the young wolf's sword dance countless times; the light sword sliced ​​through the rain that filled the city. When skill reaches its peak, it becomes an art that cannot be replicated. That sword dance was buried with the young wolf in his grave, vanished forever... But Kiyono Kazein perfectly recreated that sword dance.

That song—Rainy Night at Fruit Wine Lake—has been lost for many years, but he can still sing it, and... his voice sounds so familiar.

The woman still remembered the first time he sang. The splendid sunset fell on the desolate square, dandelion flowers scattered like snowflakes, and Qingye Fengyin leaned against the sacred pillar, singing that song alone.