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

She had short, light blue hair with a few light highlights, and wore a close-fitting short top with cloud patterns embroidered around it, with wide sleeves trailing behind her.

He held up a bamboo umbrella, his bright golden eyes gazing silently at the desolate grave.

The boy didn't carry any paper money or incense sticks; he only had a small white flower pinned to his chest.

"...You're an idiot."

He said calmly.

His tone was completely flat, simply stating the fact calmly.

With eyes lowered, the cold raindrops tapped crisply on the bamboo umbrella.

"You're an idiot."

"I really didn't have good interpersonal relationships in my past life..." Nuoyan thought to himself.

The boy bent down and gently placed the bouquet of white flowers in front of the tombstone. He paused, then whispered, "I don't miss you."

"Come out, you mortals over there."

He walked away without turning his head.

Yaksha is indeed very powerful.

Especially the Xiao.

Despite Nuoyan’s efforts to hold his breath and lower his heartbeat, he was still spotted by Xiao at a glance, after all, he was just a mortal.

"Wow...we've been discovered."

He scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh.

"Mortal, what are you doing here?"

Xiao stared coldly at Nuoyan, his bright golden eyes cold and devoid of emotion, like a deep pool of water.

Wow, this guy is so short, but he looks so arrogant...

Wow, I don't think I can beat him.

Nuoyan pointed to the grave and raised the beer in his hand. "I've come to pay my respects to him."

"Would you like to..." he tentatively suggested, "to have a drink together?"

"boring."

Xiao said softly.

In memory of him...

What's the point of commemorating a sinful immortal?

"Then... what are you doing here?" Nuoyan asked.

"Just taking a walk out of boredom."

He held up his bamboo umbrella and passed by Nuoyan without looking back.

However, there is one thing that Xiao got wrong.

As a Yaksha, he easily sensed the presence of An Sheng, a mortal, but... he did not sense the other Yaksha who was hiding.

"elf."

Xiao's departing figure froze.

That was a familiar voice.

Yingda emerged from the deep forest in surprise, her eyes widening slightly with shock. She stared at Xiao, who was holding a bamboo umbrella, with astonishment. It was clear that General Fire Rat was genuinely surprised.

"You...didn't you say..."

Her voice was soft, but it carried a heavy weight through the woods.

Aren't you coming?

Xiao paused, then slowly turned around, his expression still seemingly calm. "I was just bored and taking a stroll."

"But...it's raining..."

Yingda looked at the bamboo umbrella Xiao was holding up. "It's raining now..."

"Taking a stroll in the rain can be quite enjoyable."

He said calmly.

"Your flowers..."

Yingda turned his head again, and there was still a small white flower in front of the grave, emitting a faint fragrance.

She seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up slightly.

“I used to see flowers in front of the grave when I came to sweep the tomb during the New Year. I always thought they were blown there by the wind.”

Yingda stared at Xiao suspiciously, "...You wouldn't...deliberately choose a different time to see my brother, would you?"

"...No, that's not the case."

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Some readers are unclear about the timeline across different lifetimes... because the author himself made some minor adjustments.

Let's make it public.

The timeline that is currently available for public release:

? ? ——An unnamed girl from over three thousand years ago——Floating House from three thousand years ago to two thousand four hundred years ago——? ? ——A short-lived wolf cub from five hundred years ago——The thunder of Qingye from five hundred years ago to the present——The wind whispers of Qingye——Qingnuoyan.

Volume 1: Chapter 72 Reunion (Chapter 2.5)

It's raining.

Fanan gazed absently at the rain outside the window.

Fine rain threads wove onto the eaves, making a dull tapping sound, breaking into a few water droplets, seeping into the green bricks and red walls—this was the first rain of the new year.

It was dusk, a sun shower, or perhaps a sunset shower; the murky raindrops mingled with the dim sunlight, obscuring the view outside.

Fanan loves the rain, loves the feeling of the cool rain slowly seeping into her skin, which is related to her race—she is a water demon.

【General Spiral】

But today, she didn't really like the rain.

The incense and candles will get wet...

The paper money won't burn.

wrong.

She had no intention of going.

Why should we care about this?

Let the incense and candles get wet, and let the paper money not burn. What does it have to do with you?

Fa Nan rested her snow-white cheek on her hand, her pale blue eyes momentarily blank.

His cool, clear eyes were as calm as the rain outside the window, falling gently and indifferently.

People used to say that Vanan and Xiao were expressionless among the Yakshas, ​​never laughing or crying, showing no emotional fluctuations, just quiet rag dolls.

This morning, Yingda came looking for her again.

That noisy idiot is clamoring to go offer incense to that person again... She's still the same as before, a stubborn idiot who's come every time for over two thousand years, but every time, Fa Nan has refused.

Death is death.

That person is dead, so be it.

Once the dead are gone, they cannot be brought back to life, so there is no point in commemorating them. In Fanan's view, so-called sacrifices are nothing more than psychological comfort for the living, which is both hypocritical and useless.

She would never regret killing him, and naturally, she would not seek any so-called 'psychological solace' for it.

But... Yingda should be back by now.

Fanan frowned slightly, looking at the light rain outside the window, and thought to herself.

I definitely won't go this year.

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"Hello."

The young man said, his azure eyes scrutinizing the girl before him.

Another one has arrived.

She did not seem to be human. She had a pair of beautifully shaped horns, long, pale blue hair that trailed down to her waist, and skin as white as snow with a hint of warmth. Her eyes were like a clear, blue pool, giving people a sense of pristine coldness.

She wore a light blue dress, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders.

Humanity?

...this human boy.

Why am I here...?

I don't understand it at all.

The boy in front of me is at most fifteen years old. Wuwangpo is a desolate wilderness, especially this barren slope, which is gloomy and terrifying. Wandering ghosts often appear here. Even adults do not dare to pass through here on ordinary days... Why would a human boy be here?

And it's raining right now.

He was soaked through, his thin clothes clinging to his body—he seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

Are you lost?

Fa Nan's clear, cool voice was like a mountain spring.

"I'm waiting for someone to drink with. But that person hasn't arrived yet."