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

Volume 1: Chapter 73 'Not Too Old Yet'

I got caught.

Nuoyan sat on the rock, utterly dejected.

His hair ornament was removed, and his long, light-colored hair cascaded down the rocks like a waterfall.

Ying held the back half of her long hair in her hands, a gentle warm breeze caressing the strands, and damp steam evaporating from it.

He didn't struggle; his eyes narrowed comfortably, like a well-behaved cat.

The Wind Princess is indeed very useful.

"I've already said it."

With delicate, fair fingertips, Ying gently brushed away the dampness from the soft strands of hair, while scoldingly saying, "Don't get caught in the rain! And remember to come home at night, especially around dinner time."

"You bastard, you said you'd be back for dinner at eight o'clock tonight when you left this morning, and you're here fooling around at this graveyard!"

His bright golden eyes held only helplessness and anger.

I used to be nagged a lot

She was the one who was always being taken care of, but now the roles have been reversed.

Looking at the boy's profile, she grew increasingly angry. She pinched his almost translucent, pale cheek—surprisingly, it felt good, cool to the touch, like kneading a soft piece of jade—and scolded him:

"Did you hear me!"

You old hag, don't you dare try to overstep your bounds.

Qing Nuoyan is a man who cares a lot about his reputation. No matter which life he has lived, his stubbornness has never changed. It is deeply ingrained in his soul. With so many people watching, how could he let a young woman with yellow hair control him?

Come home for dinner, come home for dinner! Why are you being so fussy, like a mother hen!

He did agree, but things didn't go as planned. These people who came to sweep the tombs and burn incense actually lined up one by one—he waited from dawn until midnight!

"Idiot Ying..."

Qingnuoyan slapped Ying's hand away, wanting to make a sophistical statement, "I'll be back."

"How could I possibly miss out on a meal like this!"

"Do not."

Ying looked at him, her bright golden eyes reflecting his face. Her tone was serious and firm: "You don't."

"what?"

baffling.

"No, you didn't come back last time."

Ying grabbed the boy by the collar and pulled him close. Their bodies drew nearer, their breaths almost touching. Qing Nuoyan saw that Ying's eyes were deep and unfathomable, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a shadow beneath them. He heard her say:

"Qing Nuoyan, you didn't come back for dinner last time. Paimon and I waited for a long time, but you still didn't come back."

Can't understand.

It was another language I couldn't understand.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The boy shook his head.

However, even though she couldn't understand the language, Ying's expression was very serious, so serious that Qing Nuoyan couldn't help but become serious as well.

Going home for dinner on time is probably really important to Ying.

But the boy doesn't remember.

"Sorry..." he scratched his head, "I don't remember."

Having lost everything, all the boy could do was apologize.

"I know I was wrong."

Ying stared at him, then patted his cheek:

"Then let's establish a rule."

Ying spoke as if she were deceiving a child.

"what?"

"No matter what happens, you must be home for dinner before dusk." She said, emphasizing each word: "Eat on time!"

Nuoyan nodded helplessly: "Yes, yes, definitely."

"Miss Blonde, you're in charge."

“Repeat it.”

“No matter what happens in the future, I, Qing Nuoyan, will always go home for dinner before dusk,” he repeated.

"And no getting wet in the rain. You're soaking wet!" She tugged at the boy's Zhongshan suit, which was almost clinging to his body, with a look of displeasure. "Waaaaah, these are the clothes I just bought for you!"

She roared angrily, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws.

"It can be washed and worn..."

Qing Nuoyan could only force a smile. The clothes he was wearing were indeed not cheap. He bought them at the store yesterday. He bought two sets: one set was children's clothing for the little zombie Qiqi, and the other was this Zhongshan suit. It cost him a full two thousand Mora.

My wallet was emptied instantly.

"I think my hair is dry now." Nuoyan pointed to a spot not far away. "By the way, I'm going to have a toast with them."

Halfway through drinking Qingnuoyan wine, Ying, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dragged him to a corner to have his hair dried, while the other guys were still waiting!

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol, especially with strangers."

Yingdao.

"Ying, this is something I have to do."

This time, the boy did not back down.

Qing Nuoyan raised his head, staring directly into Ying's eyes, and said earnestly, "I'm going to have a toast. Besides, to 'me,' they shouldn't be strangers."

"I want to say goodbye properly."

[The second agreement: Go to a desolate slope in Wuwangpo, wait by a grave, and drink a cup of sake with the mourners.]

half an hour.

Seemingly understanding something, Ying said softly, "...Was it that thing that made you do this? And it still won't let you go?"

Her eyes were fixed on the boy who had lost everything. "...Won't it let you go?"

"What...?" Qing Nuoyan was surprised. Did she already know about the system's existence?

Nuoyan asked tentatively:

I don't know what you mean?

"One day, sooner or later, I will." Ying didn't answer directly. She just calmly said something terrifying: "I will take that thing out of your head."

The sword, gleaming like the wind, rang out. Ying, in a voice too soft for anyone to hear, whispered, "And that [lady]."

-

The faint starlight refreshes the night, painting streaks of starlight across the sky.

Perhaps due to uneven application, the starlight dripped down along the canvas of the sky, falling onto the desolate plains. The stars hung low over the plains, and the grass swayed in the wind, making it impossible to distinguish where the starry sky ended and the plains began.

"Wow, the boy is back!"

Yingda clapped his hands happily to express his welcome.

She was a lively and outgoing girl. Among all the Yakshas, ​​General Fire Rat was the sage who was closest to humans. She raised her large sleeves and said to Ying, "Hello, little girl! What's your name?"

Ying stared at the guy warily. If her guess was correct, the girl in the light red dress in front of her should be an acquaintance of Nuoyan in one of his past lives.

Wear and tear is ubiquitous.

Once past memories and connections are recalled, wear and tear will set in, corroding one's soul.

Therefore, the best way is to take Nuoyan away from these so-called past life "destinies".

Only by avoiding contact can wear and tear be prevented.

Because of a certain executive, she harbored malice towards all such beings.

“It has nothing to do with you,” Ying said distantly.

"Wow..." After being turned away, Yingda changed his target and said to Nuoyan, "Nuoyan..."

“Qingnuoyan. It’s Qingnuoyan.” Ying coughed, interrupting Yingda, and said coldly, “Please use your full name. You two aren’t very familiar with each other, are you?”

"Wow..." Yingda was a little annoyed. Although she was the most good-tempered immortal, she was also a fierce yaksha!

She retorted, not to be outdone, "We're already friends! We've visited graves together, you could call us grave-friends... But what about you? What kind of friend are you?"

"I dug this guy out of the grave, you can call me 'Digger Buddy'."

Yingdao.

What the heck...

Qing Nuoyan blinked, caught in the middle, at a loss, unable to understand what they were saying.

"Okay, okay. No arguing."

Mi Nu smiled. After Fu She left, he was the oldest of the four Yakshas, ​​and naturally smoothed things over:

"It's Chinese New Year! Didn't we agree to have a drink together? It's getting late."

"We used to..." He scratched his head, as if reminiscing, "We always got together to celebrate on the first day of the Lunar New Year. My older brother really liked to drink."

Xiao crossed his arms, expressionless. "Boring. Useless."

It's really boring.

Celebrations are the most meaningless things in the world.

It's getting late.