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

Even at the very end, he remained stingy: "I'll just resell it to you. It's secondhand, but it's practically new. I'll only charge you 100 Mora."

"No...I don't want to."

She was crying in her dream, though she didn't know why she was crying, why she was having this strange dream, or who the boy in front of her was.

But she was crying; the emotion welled up in her heart and, like autumn dew wetting the threshold, splashed into her eyes, and she lowered her head.

She wanted to do something, but she couldn't do anything; she could barely even stand up.

"Traveler, you must keep going."

“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.”

The unscrupulous merchant turned around and raised his head.

Before him stood a grand and ancient deity.

It was a grand death.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and limped toward the god, still smiling, still smiling.

"You're going to see so many beautiful sights. Teyvat is truly beautiful."

"You must go to the highest snow-capped mountain."

"You must go to the deepest valley."

The cube formed by space smashed down on the boy.

He trembled, biting down on the blood.

"You must have seen the ocean and the volcano."

"You need to experience the mountains and deserts."

"Traveler".

“Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru, Fontaine, Nata, Winter, you will travel through all the places in that guidebook.”

You will eat many, many delicious things. You will meet one person after another.

"Go experience, go explore, go travel."

"These memories will all become part of your life."

The boy's body became increasingly fragmented, but his steps did not slow down; on the contrary, they became faster and faster. He lowered his body and traversed through one spatial cube after another. He carried his sword, and the dazzling sword light spread along his footprints.

"The world will not forget you; on the contrary, you will remember the world."

"You will remember every piece of soil in this world and truly fall in love with it."

"This place is not perfect."

"But it is something we should love."

"I am honored to be your travel companion, but even the longest journey must come to an end."

Countless spatial cubes unfolded, covering half the sky. As they crashed down, the entire sky seemed to fall, towards Ying, towards that boy—

The boy stood in front of Ying and smiled gently.

"The world will not forget you."

He said slowly.

"I will be forgotten by the world in your place."

The sword struck the spatial cubes, shattering countless fragments of space. The fragments piled up one after another, densely packed, and the boy was submerged in the endless space.

"If no one recognizes me anymore."

Please remember me.

With his last bit of strength, he pushed Ying away. A gentle breeze enveloped her limp body, carrying her swiftly away. The surrounding scenery rushed past in an instant.

Ying struggled in the wind, but she couldn't overcome the wind, nor could she overcome so-called fate. The boy was swallowed up by space before her eyes, and she was powerless to do anything.

—"Traveler, wishing you a pleasant journey and a safe trip."

This was the boy's final blessing.

The song stopped.

The wind stopped.

Spring has arrived.

Ying opened her eyes. The morning sunlight streamed through the clean glass, gently caressing her. The pale blue curtains fluttered in the breeze, shimmering with the bright spring light.

It seems like it rained last night; the sky is clear and transparent, as clean as if it had been washed.

Her heart was pounding slightly, and she realized her eyes were red. She touched her pillow; it was wet.

It was tears.

why.

Why did she have such a dream last night?

why.

She will cry.

Why is her heart trembling slightly now?

Ying raised her head and looked out the window, where the dawn sunlight bathed her.

Built on the ancient city, the distant ocean still shimmers, and the sea breeze blows on the beach, making a rustling sound, like singing.

Something has passed away on the beach.

It is passing away.

She didn't know what it was, nor what she had missed. She remembered many things, but those past events were blurry and unclear, leaving only pain.

pain.

【少女】

That memory resides within me, and I am now returning it to you.

An unfamiliar voice rang in my ears.

The human reasoning system calmly stated:

[Kiyono Kazeka is dead]

But you and he made a promise.

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Oh no! Everyone, turn off your 5G connection! Si Gu is about to start coughing! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough (face turns red)

This COVID-19 virus has a really strong aftereffect; ugh, it feels so bad.

I'm a little late today, but I've done my best. I managed to finish typing at a snail's pace until 1 a.m.... First, I want to apologize.

And then, it's so satisfying to fill in the plot holes and foreshadowing.

People always say that Ying's feelings are sudden and abrupt, but actually it's foreshadowing!

Her insistence on traveling with Kiyono Fuuin according to the "Teyvat Guide" was actually a subconscious thing!

There are also passages that hint at it, such as the fortieth page when they first meet, where Kiyono says, "Maybe I've seen you hundreds of years ago," and there's also a hint at it in the scene at Cape Shigemori.

Hey.

Volume 1: Chapter 66 "Who Killed Him?" (Three-in-One)

[Kiyono Kazeka is dead]

Kiyono Fuyumi is dead.

Renli's voice was as soft as the wind.

The rustling of the wind,

Ying also heard the wind.

A gentle spring breeze caressed the sycamore trees outside the window, their emerald leaves rustling against each other—the only sound in the world, otherwise, all was silent.

Just as quiet as Ying's heart.

blank.

"You are... no..."

Ying seemed stunned, as if she hadn't reacted yet, and seemed somewhat incoherent. She paused, as if savoring the words she had just heard, chewing over each syllable. After a long while, she finally said:

"...What are you saying?"

[Kiyono Kazeka is dead]

Renli calmly repeated it.

“You’re lying,” she said.

He's lying.

What a strange guy, what a strange voice, what a strange dream, what a strange claim that the old zombie is dead. It's all so strange, so sudden and abrupt, so illogical. How could Ying possibly believe it?

Ying had just seen him yesterday. They went to the shore of Guojiu Lake to pick chrysanthemums. The old man was so energetic. The orange sunlight melted into the lakeside, and white petals were scattered by the gentle breeze. The boy stood in the very center of the flower bushes, intently picking flowers.

He had terrible eyesight, picking only random wildflowers; foxtail grass, cattails... His picking technique was also terrible, most of the flower branches were broken, and the roots were also broken—these flowers wouldn't last long.

He was still stubborn and shamelessly said, "There's a flower shop next door; if I buy some and put it in my pocket, then I consider it as if I picked them myself."

How could such a stubborn guy possibly leave the very next day?

They cannot believe it, or rather, they are unwilling to believe it.

You are lying.

Yingdao, his bright golden eyes like those of a majestic little lion, stubbornly defended his territory without yielding an inch: "...Who are you?"