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

In the twilight afternoon, the boy lay in the corner of the wall, perhaps writing, perhaps singing, eager to share his many secrets—Rosalyn could always imagine it.

Time passed slowly, the afternoon sunlight gradually dimmed, and winter dusk always comes quickly. Noisy sounds rose outside Mondstadt.

Today is the Lunar New Year, and as is customary, fireworks are set off.

The girl had also watched the fireworks of Mondstadt with Rustan. The dazzling fireworks bloomed in the night sky in front of them, and under the brilliant light, the boy held the girl's hand.

Will he write these things in the letter?

The woman did not know.

What is the shape of memory?

What is the shape of memory?

Her fingertips touched something, which seemed to be an iron box. The woman paused, stunned.

Fireworks burst forth behind her.

The brilliant firelight illuminated the entire world.

The iron box was almost completely melted. The sheet metal melted and then solidified, lying on the ground in a rather unsightly shape. Rosalyn suddenly remembered the scorch marks on the statue, the burn marks.

She realized something.

My heart started to burn again.

It trembled.

don't want...

She said softly.

The burn marks from the flames were so familiar, so very familiar; she had always deliberately ignored them...

The shape of the flame was that of a butterfly.

The Fire Witch burned everything five hundred years ago. The girl walks amidst the inferno of her heart, burning everything in her path.

It burned away her tears, burned away her heart, and burned away that iron box as well.

The woman finally opened the tin box, but there was nothing inside.

It's empty.

Only ashes remain.

She had already burned the letters herself.

Letters are the shape of memories.

The shape of their memories is ashes.

All the letters Rustan gave to the wind were burned in the fire. Rosalind searched through the ashes, but she found nothing and nothing was left.

Only the inscription on the inner layer of the iron box remained, a line of characters distorted by the flames:

Goodbye, dear Ms. Rosalyn.

blank.

When I saw those words, my mind went completely blank.

"Haha." She chuckled softly, and said gently, "This is goodbye."

she said.

"After writing dozens of letters, you've finally come up with something new this time. Congratulations, you deserve praise."

She smiled softly, and as she smiled, her shoulders trembled.

He lowered his head.

'Dear Ms. Rosalyn, hello'

'Dear Ms. Rosalyn, hello'

...

Goodbye, dear Ms. Rosalyn.

Goodbye.

blank.

A long, long period of blank space.

at last.

Rosalyn felt a spasm-like pain in her heart.

She finally felt the pain, the agony of being burned to ashes. Fireworks burst across the Mondstadt sky.

Cheers echoed through the alley, and the woman lowered her head.

Pain...or regret?

She had nothing left.

She destroyed the poems they had written together.

That heart is still warm.

The woman took it out.

In the cool night breeze, the heart of Qingye Fengyin radiated a glassy light, reflecting the trail of fireworks as they drifted down. Perhaps there has never been such a beautiful heart in the world.

But the woman knew that the heart did not belong to her.

All that was left for her was ashes.

——'Please give my heart to the collapsing nation'

These were Kiyono Fuue's last words.

He died right before his eyes, Rosalyn piercing his chest.

Rosalind still remembers what the boy looked like back then. He wasn't sad, he wasn't angry; he just looked up and smiled helplessly.

That smile was as light as a breeze, a helpless breeze.

The woman instinctively clenched her fist around the heart.

-

Wow, I'm back to life!

This chapter is almost a 1000-point short of being a three-in-one, so I'll shamelessly write a 2.5. I'll recover and evolve back into the Three Watches Beast!

The lyrics of my song foreshadowed the entire Mondstadt storyline, and now it's finally being used! (Shameless!)

Volume One: Chapter Sixty-Five, "Traveler, Have a Pleasant Journey"

The grilled fish has gone cold.

Ying rested her snow-white cheek on her hand, staring intently at the documents on the desk.

The best sea bass, its skin fried until crispy, reveals the soft and tender flesh. It has been scored with a cross to make it easier for the flavors to penetrate, and a thin layer of sea salt has been sprinkled on top. After spending several months with Qingye Fengyin, I have learned a lot about how to grill fish.

Qingye Fengyin told her that when grilling fish, she should first remove the internal organs, and be careful not to use too high a heat. The best state is when the surface is golden brown and dripping with oil. She should also remove the fish from the pan quickly to prevent it from burning...

At first, her grilling skills were truly terrible; she didn't remove the scales, and the fish was burnt. But Qingye Fengyin still swallowed it with relish. This guy was even very understanding, comforting her by saying that no matter how bad it tasted, it was still a piece of meat...

Fortune changes every thirty years; to suffer such humiliation is intolerable.

From that time on, Ying began to practice her special skills diligently.

In the eyes of this West Wind Apprentice Knight, the old thief Qingye's cooking skills were undoubtedly exquisite dragon-slaying techniques. If one could learn this skill, one would surely sweep across the world's restaurants, trample deer hunters, and punch Dawn Manor. Chef Ying would become famous all the way, and her chain stores would become more and more popular. Hehehe, she would make a fortune.

But now that she has mastered the art of slaying dragons, the dragon has flapped its wings and run away.

During a campfire chat, she once heard Qingye Fengyin tell such a story.

Long ago, there was a man who was clever, resourceful, and incredibly wealthy. He spent three years learning the art of slaying an ancient dragon—how to hold its head down, how to cut off its tail… He spoke with great enthusiasm, but those around him laughed at him: 'Ancient dragons have long been extinct; you're such a fool.'

"Zhu Pingman learned dragon-slaying from Zhili Yi, who owned a family with a thousand gold pieces. After three years, he mastered the skill but had no use for it."

After telling the story, Kiyono Fuuin sneered, "That guy is such an idiot."

Is he really such an idiot?

Ying rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the now-cold grilled fish.

What use is a wealthy family? What use is mastering a skill in three years?

What good is it to have hope and enthusiasm in your heart?

The dragon won't wait for you.

The dragon would even mock and laugh loudly, saying, 'What an idiot!'

Isn't that Zhu Pingman just an idiot?

You learn a skill, you become famous, you open chain stores all over Liyue, and countless people want to taste your grilled fish... but what's the use?

still

It means that 'you have no skill to rely on'; the person you truly want to share with won't be waiting for you.

You've learned the art of slaying dragons, but it's all just wishful thinking on your part.

The grilled fish has gone cold.

She poked the fish head with her knife and fork.

Cold food doesn't taste good.

“Idiot,” she said.

"We clearly agreed to have dinner together."

They had clearly made an agreement; the poet had helped her pick flowers, they had agreed to have dinner together, and the old zongzi had also agreed.