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

"No." Nuoyan calmly shook her head. "Zongzi doesn't need her hair wiped."

But Ying ignored the boy's words and started doing it on her own.

The boy's hair was smooth, a light gold color, as if flowing with sunlight. Ying's slender fingers picked up those strands of hair, and they were as smooth as golden lake water flowing in her palm.

She gently wiped her hair with a towel, then opened her hands. The wind element gathered, and a warm breeze slowly evaporated the moisture from her hair.

"Remember, even if you don't dry your hair, you'll catch a cold."

Ying said this.

She naturally looked up and suddenly realized they were a little close.

They were so close they could count the boy's long eyelashes, which drooped down, and his eyes sparkled with a gentle, jade-like light.

He was soaking wet, his thin shirt clinging to his collarbone, revealing his Adam's apple.

The carriages were already quite cramped.

"You wipe it yourself." Ying turned her head away, her ears slightly red, avoiding the boy's gaze, and handed the towel to Nuoyan.

"No."

The boy felt very comfortable as the wind-blown girl blew on him. Since he didn't have a hairdryer, he could only conjure stones from his hands.

Since you've decided to live this life without a care in the world, you should naturally have a thicker skin.

Qing Nuoyan shook her head. "I want you to wipe it for me."

Ying glanced at him, then quickly looked away, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "Why?"

She instinctively gripped the towel.

"Wind Princess...cough." The boy paused, but he wasn't without emotional intelligence. He coughed lightly and said, "I just want it."

Ying stared at him; the boy's gaze was very serious.

“...Okay.” Ying surrendered.

She said, "Turn your head away. Don't face me."

　"Why?" Nuoyan asked curiously.

"There's no reason why." Ying gently turned his delicate face to the side, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "...Just do what I tell you to do."

The sound was as low as the chirping of insects.

"Ok."

The carriage fell silent, with only the sound of fine rain tapping against the windowpanes.

The girl's slender fingers gently pressed on Nuoyan's head. Her fingers were firm, and the boy comfortably squinted his eyes, making soft humming sounds, like a satisfied cat. The warm breeze dried his damp hair, and the warmth seeped into his cerebral cortex.

half an hour.

Ying suddenly said softly, "...Why are you willing to come with us? We're actually strangers, aren't we?"

For Nuoyan, it was only their first meeting.

Nuoyan immediately became alert, "...Auntie with blond hair, you're not going to kidnap me, are you?"

Aunt Huangmao.

A faint black line appeared on Ying's face. "You old zongzi, you're pretending to be young after being reborn, aren't you!"

Paimon, standing nearby, joined in the teasing, looking as if she'd found a kindred spirit. She gave the boy a thumbs-up, saying, "Great nickname! You're amazing! Paimon didn't even expect that!"

"Auntie Yellow Hair, Auntie Yellow Hair, Auntie Yellow Hair!" Paimon waved his hands, adding fuel to the fire.

Although Ying was still smiling, it was now a forced smile.

"So...why aren't you afraid of being trafficked by us?"

Why...?

Nuoyan began to think seriously, but he couldn't figure it out. He scratched his head, looking confused. He still remembered the first time he saw Ying. He stood on the cliff, with no past and no future, the world empty, the wind howling, and no one answered his calls.

Ying appeared, panting, sweat pouring down her face. She stared at herself, her eyes seemingly filled with tears.

"possible..."

The boy frowned, his delicate brows furrowing. "I don't know either."

"I have no money and no memory. I just thought I'd go with you first and see what happens. If something seems wrong, I'll just run away!"

He nodded. "Yes, that's it."

"Is that so..." Ying said softly, her emotions unreadable. She lowered her eyes slightly, lost in thought. "I see."

The sound of rain mingled with the sound of wind; Liyue was very close.

“Okay…” Nuoyan scratched his head and said, “Actually… I want to travel with you.”

Ying tilted her head and stopped what she was doing.

Nuoyan turned her head, her clear amber eyes fixed on Ying, her deep blue gaze as gentle as jade. The back of the car was already quite narrow, and with this turn of her head, they were even closer together.

"I don't know why..."

He gently pressed his hand to his chest. "I want to travel with you."

“This is my heart—the heart of my oath tells me so,” he said.

"I see." Ying smiled slightly.

Liyue has arrived.

Today should be the New Year. The rain has stopped, and the night sky after the rain is crystal clear, the air is clean and clear, and the stars hang low over the fields.

"Welcome to Liyue Harbor," the coachman said with a smile. "Welcome to the City of Contracts!"

The City of Contracts, as the name suggests, is a city of contracts.

The deity 'Morax' of Liyue Harbor is the god who holds the power of contracts. If Mondstadt represents freedom, then Liyue Harbor represents 'covenant'.

Contracts are the most important soul of this land, and integrity is the foundation of every person who grows up in Liyue.

'Is it a promise...'

Nuoyan smiled; Liyue did indeed suit his name quite well.

Agreements, contracts, and promises are all the same thing.

Nuoyan stepped onto the soil of Liyue and took a deep breath.

This body was born into this world because of a promise, so the meaning of this life is to fulfill that promise.

At the same time, we should live happily and carefree.

So, what promises did he make that he was going to keep?

[Arrived in Liyue, main quest updated]

[First promise: In the cave of Tianheng Mountain, dig out the little zombie you sealed away, gently hug her, and say, 'Welcome home.']

...So the first agreement was to raid tombs!

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Note: The version of Fushe differs from the original; please consider it a secondary interpretation.

Some timelines will also be slightly adjusted.

Wow, Nuoyan got the most votes!

Actually, this is the name I wanted.

Then let's call it Nuoyan! Qing Nuoyan, a double entendre!

Volume 1: Chapter 69 'We Must Bring Qiqi Home'

Glass bags are a very precious medicinal material.

Often growing on cliffs and precipices, the purple-colored flower buds can be used in medicine and as a cooking ingredient.

As we climbed the steep mountain path, dawn was just breaking, with a few drops of pale white appearing on the horizon, and the morning dew dampening the little girl's purple skirt.

The mountain path was muddy with puddles, and the little girl's white socks got wet, sticking to her slender ankles.

Every morning, the little girl Qiqi would come to this mountain to collect glass bags.

Glass bags are good things.

It can be sold for money.

All the other children have money; their parents give them money so they can buy lots of delicious food.

But Qiqi had no money, so she went to collect medicinal herbs.

If Qiqi had money, she could buy lots of delicious food. With lots of money, her parents would come back to find her, and then Qiqi would give the money to her parents—that was the little girl's idea.

"You're up so early today," a gentle voice came from the mountain.

"Hello, big brother."

She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, took a few breaths, and said crisply.

Big brother... I've seen this strange big brother again.

He seemed to sit cross-legged on the peak of Tianheng Mountain every morning for several hours at a time. He really gave people the feeling of an 'elder brother', whether it was his hair color as red as the sunset, or the way he looked at people, or the way the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile like the sun.

Qiqi once asked this older brother what he was doing, and he replied that he was meditating, saying that meditation was beneficial to his spiritual practice.

The little girl didn't understand.

However, she came to this mountain to gather herbs every day, and her older brother came to this mountain to 'meditate and meditate' every day. As they met more and more often, they gradually became familiar with each other.

He said his name was 'Fushe'.

"Have you eaten?" Brother Fushe asked again.

Have you eaten?

This is a unique greeting or polite phrase used in Liyue.

But Qiqi is an honest girl. She patted her tummy and admitted, "Qiqi hasn't eaten."