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

Qingnuoyan said, then raised the jug of ale he had on his waist, “Look, there’s still half a jug left to drink.”

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Fa Nan shook his head.

"And what about you? What brings you here?" Nuoyan asked.

What am I here for...?

Fa Nan frowned slightly at the question.

What is she doing right now? She doesn't know either.

They had already decided not to come.

But hearing the firecrackers going off in Liyue City, and seeing families reuniting, and looking at the desolate and cold evening rain, she returned here again.

Fortunately, Yingda arrived in the morning, and they didn't run into him.

"I was just bored, so I decided to take a walk around."

"It's difficult," Fa Nan said softly.

"...I just heard something similar."

Nuoyan was laughing again.

Haha...it's really...a bit funny.

He was delighted.

How many talented people did I offend in my past lives?

They hate me to death, yet they sneak away to visit my grave.

Fanan found the boy's smile strange, as if he were looking at something interesting. Although his lips were smiling, his eyes were more like... she didn't know how to describe it. Yes, she once went to Yunhan Society to watch a play on a whim, and the expression of the audience sitting in the audience was exactly the same as this boy's.

...the look of someone watching a show?

She wouldn't get angry at a mere mortal, she just found it strange.

Fa Nan frowned slightly. She glanced one last time at the boy's drenched appearance and said calmly, "If the person you are waiting for has not yet arrived, then go back and do not linger here."

That's all I have to say.

After saying this last sentence, Fanan brushed past Nuoyan and walked towards the desolate tomb.

She didn't approach, but just glanced at it from afar.

One glance is enough.

He glanced at it and left.

Sure enough, Yingda had been there before. There were still remnants of paper money left in front of the grave, not yet washed away by the rain. The small cluster of white flowers in front of the grave was also still there. Fanan had almost remembered all the items Yingda prepared for visiting the grave every year.

First comes paper money and incense, then a small bunch of white flowers.

The inscription on the tombstone was blurred and overgrown with weeds. Because of the rain, the grave was muddy and damp... That person lay here, never to open his eyes again. Even though more than two thousand years had passed, Fanan still remembered that person's smiling face, but now he could no longer smile.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out.

It's not that I'm particularly mourning him, just a little sentimental.

This year it's the first day of the Lunar New Year.

It's a day for everyone to get together.

But because you died, we never got to meet again.

“Bastard,” she said.

Nuoyan scratched his head sadly.

Everyone calls me an idiot...

Fanan didn't prepare any paper money or incense, nor did she bring any flowers. She simply glanced at the grave calmly before turning to leave.

"They're leaving already...?"

The boy was still waiting there. He blinked his deep blue eyes, as if remembering something, and took out a stick of incense from his backpack.

"I happen to have some leftovers from the grave-sweeping ceremony. Would you like to take them to offer as a prayer? Don't worry, I'm an honest merchant, I treat everyone fairly, and my prices are very reasonable..."

This guy won the Nobel Prize in Economics because he made so much money that it reached the underworld, and even his own back in the underworld.

"So you're working as a middleman at the gravesite..." Fa Nan sighed helplessly at the boy's whimsical thoughts. "But you've come to the wrong stall."

"That guy over there is infamous and disgraced for all time. No one will come to burn incense for him. Young man, you won't make any money."

I got scolded again.

"Then why did you come?" Nuoyan asked directly.

"I've already said it, I'm just traveling around."

"A dead man is just a dead man," Fa Nan said calmly, his azure eyes devoid of any extra emotion. "No one will miss him."

A dead person is just a dead person.

Death is like a lamp going out.

The cold evening rain poured down on the desolate, withered grave, shrouding the scene in darkness and sorrow. The leaves of the sycamore trees in the forest rustled and made a mournful sound.

Nuoyan gazed at her calmly.

For some reason, he felt a slight pain upon hearing those words.

Maybe I really am a nuisance.

“Young man, if you are waiting for someone, the rain is so heavy, the person you are waiting for will not come; if you are in business, you would be better off going to a thriving cemetery.”

Fa Nan always spoke directly and bluntly, without any sense of tact. After saying this last sentence, she paused, then turned and left.

"Okay." The boy's voice sounded from behind.

"The person we've been waiting for might be you, because you came. Even in this heavy rain, you still came to see him. Let's toast him together... That's my purpose. I heard that he loves to drink. Let's toast him together."

"It's an agreement."

irritable.

Fanan felt a little irritated. Nuoyan's words always annoyed her, easily piercing the most hidden corner of her heart, causing a slight pain. Life and death are separated by a vast distance, and even though she hadn't thought about it, it was still unforgettable.

She tried hard not to think about it, tried hard not to think about it, but she couldn't get rid of the memories. Yingda said she had a poker face, she would never laugh or cry, like ice, but ice actually has warmth.

But this is something that shouldn't be done.

He is a sinner.

We should not dwell on sinners.

This is wrong.

Yingda's immaturity makes her stupid and ignorant, but she cannot be the second exception.

"You're out of your mind." Fa Nan slowly exhaled, his icy eyes returning to Nuo Yan, his chilling aura radiating an aura that kept everyone at arm's length. He calmly said, "I told you, I am..."

silence.

"Huh?" Fa Nan paused, blinked, as if he had seen something strange, and his thin lips moved, uttering a questioning sound.

"...elf?"

It is indeed a demon.

She wasn't mistaken.

Xiao, looking like he had given up resisting, was led out of the shadows in the forest by Yingda. They had all seen clearly what had just happened.

Xiao stared silently at Fanan, and Fanan stared back at Xiao in silence. The two looked at each other without saying a word, only silence remained.

A long silence.

"You've come too." After a long pause, Xiao said calmly. "Fanan."

'Eh...'

Eh?

and also?

Miss Fanan was confused about the situation. How did Xiao get here? Why was he here? And why, why did Yingda hide in the woods after she finished burning incense?

“There’s one more thing I forgot to mention.” Nuoyan chuckled mischievously, “My shop is very popular—it’s not that no one comes.”

confusion.

What..?

What what.

Miss Fanan was momentarily speechless, her aloof and cold demeanor freezing in place.

So, just now...did she find out everything about me coming here?

"You! Fana!"

The little girl, Yingda, pointed at Fanan's nose and sharply questioned, "When I came to find you this morning, didn't you coldly say, 'The dead need no mourning, and I don't care'? Why are you here?"

She glared at Fa Nan.

His eyes sparkled.

Fanan wanted to explain, but she was naturally tongue-tied and couldn't come up with any explanation. Yingda, having gained an advantage, pressed his advantage and continued his barrage of attacks:

"You clearly miss your older brother too, don't you!"

Yingda is a straightforward girl, and her words are just as straightforward, like a spear that pierces straight in.

“No…it’s not true…” She looked away, avoiding his intense gaze, and denied it, “No, it’s not true.”

"Yes, there is!"

"...No. I was just taking a walk..."

"Xiao has already used that excuse!" Ying Da pointed out, like a war god, "Stop being stubborn!"