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

Qingye Fengyin disappeared, and the bard named Wendy also left in a hurry. Everyone was gone, leaving only Ying and Paimon standing there, stubbornly believing that dragons existed in the world, stubbornly going fishing, stubbornly going to gather firewood, stubbornly going to buy seasonings, stubbornly... waiting for them to come back and eat together.

Ying propped her head up and looked out the window. Dusk had fallen, and the restless evening wind was blowing wildly, casting a dim hue over Mondstadt.

For Mondstadt residents, it's time to get off work and have dinner—time to go home and enjoy a hot bowl of rice with their families.

What's more, the New Year is just around the corner.

Fishing boats return to shore, smoke rises from chimneys in alleyways and attics, lanterns are lit in every household, and the smoke rising from the stoves smokes a warm, slightly grayish-yellow hue over the night sky of Mondstadt.

"Ying, don't wait for that bastard. He's not coming back."

Paimon is hungry.

Paimon propped her little head up, sitting restlessly on the small stool, her little feet dangling, her stomach rumbling, and the little one looking distressed.

"Let's eat first."

...

silence.

The pale moonlight was cool and clear, melting into the shadows of the sycamore trees outside the window. The evening breeze swayed the tree shade, and also swayed the moonlight in the shadows.

half an hour.

Paimon asked in a low voice, "Why won't the old zombie play with us?"

She hung her head and patted her stomach, like a little white kitten.

"Is it because Paimon ate too much that he doesn't want Paimon anymore?"

As she spoke, her round little face rested on the edge of the table, and she gently bit her lip.

"do not know."

Ying shook her head. She took one last look out the window; dusk was falling.

"I'm not waiting for that liar anymore."

'fraud'

This is Ying's evaluation of Kiyono Fugen.

What's so great about it?

I can travel by myself.

Cold fish doesn't taste good; it's so cold it's like biting into a piece of rubber.

After finishing my meal, I went to sleep.

Ying lay on the wooden window, unfastened her hair clip, and spread her short golden hair on the pillow. She closed her eyes, and the night wind gently pattered against the window frame, making a rustling sound.

The view outside the window was gloomy and dim, all was quiet, and the city lights went out one by one, leaving only the deep blue ocean in the distance, faintly reflecting the cold moonlight.

I can't sleep.

Ying had no idea.

Why should we care about Qingye Fengyin?

He's someone I've only known for three months.

She opened the guidebook again, "Teyvat Travel Guide." The book was worn and yellowed from repeated readings. It had been a bestseller for a long time, and it recorded all the cultural landscapes and tourist attractions on the Teyvat continent.

travel.

Ying loves to travel.

Traveling is also a lot of fun.

“Memory has shape, memory has flavor, and when all the tangible and flavorful fragments of memory are strung together, it is called ‘journey.’ Travel is the track of memory.”

She still remembered what the unscrupulous merchant had said when he tried to sell her this book.

Looking back now, it was probably just a bunch of empty promises to convince me to buy it.

I do remember those words, but I've forgotten what that unscrupulous merchant looked like.

What kind of people you meet, what kind of scenery you encounter, where you meet them, when you are in a faraway land, you will start writing letters. You can't wait to share your travel experiences with them. In each place you go, you will taste the local delicacies. All the memories converge here. This is called 'travel'. A person's life is a long journey with form and flavor.

We will part ways, we will meet again, we will leave.

Traveler, have a pleasant journey.

Kiyono Kazein was just a temporary travel companion on this journey. He left and that was that. The traveler's journey must continue, and she will eventually meet another travel companion.

He was just a temporary travel companion for three months.

It's enough to just offer my silent blessings.

But why did she feel inexplicably sad?

Ying didn't know.

This is unlike her usual self.

Upon reflection, she felt that Qingye Fengyin's attitude, or rather her feelings, were very abrupt and inexplicable.

This has never been like her usual self.

The last time that guy got injured, she didn't know why, but she got really angry, really furious, and really impulsive.

"I care about you"—these words just slipped out of my mouth out of nowhere.

The same goes for travel. Why must I travel with Kiyono Fuuin?

Paimon is enough.

Why was Kiyono Kazemura so insistent on working with him on completing the "Teyvat Travel Guide"?

She gets up early every day to pick flowers and weave garlands—she always does things that seem inexplicable.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Time to sleep.

The cool moonlight shone through the thin glass, casting the dappled shadows of the sycamore leaves onto the pillow. She turned over, carefully put away the "Teyvat Travel Guide," and hugged it close to her chest. She shifted restlessly and closed her eyes.

The traveler fell asleep, his head resting on the delicate leaves of the sycamore tree.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Perhaps the sun has already risen.

In her dream, she heard singing.

The lyrics are indistinct; perhaps this song doesn't even exist. There's only the sound of the wind, a gentle, soft rustling sound.

The wind lapped against the soft sand, and the rising sun gave it form, making it look like a translucent golden ribbon, a living representation of the wind.

But as the sunlight slowly disappeared and the weather darkened, the silk began to fade. When the last ray of sunlight vanished, the wind also melted away with the light.

Ying had a nightmare.

I dreamt about it.

This happened many, many years ago.

So long ago, in an era when memory no longer existed.

'The world has forgotten me'

She has been forgotten by the world.

Boundless loneliness, endless darkness, she was imprisoned in an eternal crystal, unable to move, unable to breathe, her face reflected in countless translucent crystals, no one could hear her voice, no one could remember her.

Through countless overlapping crystals, she saw that being, ancient and great, whose aura of 'reason' covered everything in the world.

Unable to struggle, she was swallowed by the endless darkness and forever bound within that crystal.

"The world... has forgotten me," Ying said.

"fluorescent."

What's that sound?

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"fluorescent."

Someone was tapping on the crystal, as if tapping on a window.

Like the wind.

"Traveler".

"The world will not forget you."

They kept banging on it.

Because I still remember you.

The crystals are breaking.

As the space trembled and shattered layer by layer, fragments flew up, accompanied by dripping blood. Each fragment reflected his face.

Can't see clearly.

This is just a dream.

He was covered in blood, half of his body was broken apart by fragments of space, and the pain was excruciating, but the boy was smiling, a smile as gentle as a breeze.

He coughed, coughing up blood, and swallowed the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The girl instinctively reached out and touched the boy's wound. She stared blankly at the dying boy, her heart seemingly stopping, her emotions also seemingly stopping. She wanted something, but couldn't say anything.

The boy was still laughing, still laughing. He swayed slightly, trying to straighten his body. He paused, as if remembering something, and reached into his shirt pocket, taking out a thick book.

A very thick book.

'Teyvat Travel Guide'

"I can't read this book, and I can't go to the places in it in this lifetime. It's brand new—just bought. It would be a shame to throw it away."