Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

Her gaze swept subtly back and forth between Yura and Yichen, her eyes becoming somewhat subtle and inquisitive, a knowing yet slightly gossipy smile playing on her lips.

She knew all the rumors in Mondstadt, especially the "love-hate relationship" between the eccentric Wave Knight and the sunny, carefree assistant to the guild leader.

She'd heard so many stories about the legendary, hundred-time confession at the city gate that she was practically sick of hearing them.

Everyone says that Yichen pursued Liyue but failed, and after being rejected, he fell in love with someone else...

But now, seeing these two appear together in her store, with Captain Yura even personally bringing him to choose clothes?

This atmosphere... doesn't seem like the kind of atmosphere that would lead to a complete breakdown in relations after a "failure."

Could it be that... those rumors are wrong?

Or... has the Wave Knight finally relented?

The proprietress thought about it more and more and felt it was possible. She looked at Yichen with a hint of admiration, as if to say, "Young man, you've finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel."

Yura felt a little uncomfortable under the landlady's meaningful gaze. She coughed lightly, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

"Madam, could you please help him pick out a few well-fitting clothes that are suitable for everyday activities, but also... a little more formal?"

She paused, then added.

"His old clothes... are all unwearable now."

Chapter 20 New Information

"Oh, I understand, I understand!"

The proprietress smiled even wider and nodded repeatedly.

"It's about choosing clothes for Mr. Yichen. Leave it to me! I guarantee I'll pick something that will satisfy both of you!"

She emphasized the word "two" before turning and walking towards the clothes rack area, where she began to skillfully select items, seemingly muttering something to herself.

"Young people should dress smartly... especially those who frequently attend various events together, image is still very important..."

Eula: “…”

She felt her cheeks burning, so she picked up the tea the apprentice brought her, pretending to savor it attentively, avoiding the proprietress's overly "burning" gaze.

Yi Chen completely missed the implied meaning in the proprietress's words. Instead, he thought she was very enthusiastic and happily echoed her.

"That's right! The landlady is right! You see, the eyes of the masses are discerning!"

Yura couldn't help but give him a light kick under the table.

"Shut up, go try on your clothes."

After trying on several sets of everyday clothes carefully selected by the proprietress, which were both practical and stylish, Yichen walked out wearing the latest set and turned around in front of the mirror.

"Hmm, this set is good! It's very convenient for moving around!"

He is quite satisfied with his current image.

However, Yura, sitting to the side, crossed her arms and frowned slightly.

These outfits certainly fit well and made Yichen look smart and neat, but... I always felt that something was missing.

It lacked something that could fully bring out the unique quality that occasionally surfaced beneath his surface.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked straight to another row of clothing, which was clearly more refined and even had a touch of aristocratic flair.

Yura's gaze swept over the clothes, and she precisely picked out a few pieces—a well-tailored white lining with subtle silver patterns, a short, dark blue jacket that was almost jet black and made of crisp fabric, paired with a pair of simple yet high-quality dark trousers.

The entire outfit leans towards a cool and elegant style, bearing strong traces of Yora's personal aesthetic, and even... subtly echoes her own clothing style, as if it were a kind of unspoken pairing.

"Try this one."

Yura stuffed the clothes into Yichen's arms, her tone leaving no room for doubt, but a barely perceptible blush crossed her face.

Although Yi Chen felt that this style was a bit too "Yula", he still obediently went in and changed.

When the fitting room door opened again and Yichen walked out, the entire store seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The well-fitting cut perfectly outlined his tall and straight figure, while the dark color scheme subtly transformed his usually outgoing and sunny personality into a slightly aloof and cool feeling.

The subtle silver embellishments added just the right amount of elegance, making his already handsome face appear even more unapproachable and sharp.

He tugged at his collar somewhat uncomfortably, and when his always smiling eyes occasionally lifted, they carried a kind of innocent yet fatal attraction.

Even the well-traveled proprietress was stunned for a moment, subconsciously swallowed, and murmured.

“My Barbatos…this…this is truly…”

She couldn't help but mutter to herself:

Although this outfit screams "Yura Lawrence" from head to toe...

But this young man has such a great natural foundation! With this kind of image packaged, it's simply... simply sinful!

If she were twenty years younger, she might not be able to resist...

Yura was so amazed by the completely transformed Yichen that her heart skipped a beat. But when she caught sight of the landlady's gaze, which was almost glued to Yichen and filled with admiration, even a little too much admiration, a strange and intense sense of crisis and possessiveness instantly seized her!

Almost instinctively, she took a step forward, suddenly reached out, and pulled the still somewhat bewildered Yichen behind her, using her body to block the landlady's view.

"This is it! This is the one!"

Yura's voice was slightly higher than usual, and even a little cracked.

"Boss lady, check please! Pack it up! Including what I just picked!"

After saying that, she didn't dare to look at Yichen or the proprietress's reaction anymore. She quickly counted out Mora from her purse, which was far more expensive than the clothes, and stuffed it into the hands of the still somewhat stunned proprietress.

Then, Yura grabbed Yichen's wrist and practically dragged him out of the clothing store without looking back, almost fleeing in panic.

The proprietress was left holding a large handful of Mora, watching the two figures disappear hastily. After a long while, she slowly revealed a bright smile of sudden realization and extreme excitement.

"Oh dear... this time the rumors about Mondstadt are going to have a new version!"

Yura grabbed Yichen's wrist and they fled through the streets of Mondstadt at breakneck speed. The rapid clatter of her high heels on the cobblestones mingled with the pounding of her own heart.

She didn't know why she ran away; she just subconsciously didn't want anyone to look at Yichen any longer, nor did she want to stay for even a second longer.

Yura stopped abruptly at the entrance of a quiet alley, leaning against the wall and panting slightly, when she felt a lack of oxygen in her lungs and her legs began to weaken.

Yi Chen, who had been dragged along by her, finally stopped. He wasn't even out of breath or red in the face, but when he looked at the brand-new, expensive "Yula" outfit he was wearing, which was clearly not his usual style, he showed a very genuine expression of distress.

Yi Chen let out a long sigh and tugged at the hem of his clothes, which were wrinkled from running.

"New clothes...you even picked them out yourself, Yura...I can't believe I'm already running around in them after only wearing them for a short while. They must be wrinkled by now, right? I feel like I can't even wear them tomorrow, what a pity..."

He spoke sincerely, completely unaware that he had strayed from the point, and also failing to notice Yura's flushed cheeks and still somewhat rapid breathing.

Yura listened to his completely off-topic complaints, feeling both annoyed and amused. The inexplicable panic and shyness she had felt earlier dissipated considerably.

She straightened up, trying to calm her breathing and regain her slightly aloof demeanor, though her eyes still seemed somewhat unfocused.

"Clothes... can be ironed if they're wrinkled."

She tried her best to make her voice sound steady.

"Who told you to... stand there like an idiot in your new clothes?"

Yura paused, her gaze falling on Yichen's clothes, which were indeed very similar to her own style. They were slightly disheveled from running, but unexpectedly added a touch of unruly handsomeness. Her heart skipped a beat again.

She forced herself to remain calm and looked away, adding:

"Anyway... I've already bought it. I'll have plenty of opportunities to wear it in the future."

She spoke the last few words very softly, almost as if they were hidden in her mouth.

Yi Chen heard clearly that "there will be plenty of opportunities to wear it," and immediately became happy again.

"That's true! You're so thoughtful, Yura!"

He patted his clothes with a grin, as if that would smooth out the wrinkles, and then asked very naturally.

"Where do we go now? Go back to the landlady to get other clothes? Or should we just go eat?"

Yura looked at him, who seemed completely untroubled, as if his hasty escape was just a routine episode, and couldn't help but let out a soft "humph".

Does this blockhead even know what that outfit meant?

Do you even know why she pulled him away just now?

But... seeing him standing in front of me wearing the clothes I'd chosen, with a bright smile on his face...

Yura's lips curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

"Let's go eat first."

She turned around and walked towards the alley entrance first.

"As for the other clothes... I'll have the patrol team pick them up later. Right now, I don't want to go back to that store."

"I'll remember this grudge... It actually made me lose my composure like this."

Chapter 21 Whose hair!

Seeing that Youla still seemed a little uncomfortable, Yichen had a sudden idea.

"So, to make up for Captain Yura 'losing her composure' while accompanying me shopping for clothes... how about we go to my place for dinner? I'll cook myself! Consider it a thank you gift for the new clothes, how about it?"

Yura turned around abruptly, her heart skipping a beat.

This...this piece of wood...has it finally come to its senses?

Do you realize what it means to invite a woman to your home alone?

Does this outfit really have some kind of magic?

With a faint glimmer of hope and immense suspicion, she gazed intently into Yi Chen's eyes—

However, what met her eyes was only a pure, crystal-clear sincerity!

Those eyes seemed to say, "I've thought of a great idea to repay your kindness, praise me!", "I'm actually a pretty good cook!", and "It's normal for us good friends to have a meal together, right?"...

There was not a trace of the ambiguity or tension between a man and a woman that she vaguely expected.

really……………

How could this guy suddenly have a breakthrough?!

Yura felt that her expectation just now was ridiculously stupid, and a strong sense of powerlessness mixed with a little bit of embarrassment and anger surged into her heart.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, and used all her lifelong pride to maintain a calm facade, though she couldn't help but let her teeth clench in a hint of resentment:

"...Hmph. Inviting a woman to your home for dinner so suddenly, such a frivolous act, I'll remember this grudge."

She said this, but her feet showed no intention of leaving; instead, she slightly raised her chin.

"However... since you're so 'sincere' in wanting to apologize and express your gratitude, I'll reluctantly give it a try. If it's bad... hmph, you should know the consequences very well."

"Don't worry!"

Yi Chen completely failed to detect the complex emotions in Youla's words; he only heard that she had agreed, and immediately patted his chest happily to assure her.

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied! Come on, my house is right next to the church, we'll be there in no time!"

He excitedly led the way, already considering what ingredients he had at home. Should he show off his Mondstadt roasted ribs, or try out the new dish he learned in Liyue?

Yura followed behind him, watching his back, which was completely free of gloom, and was purely happy because someone had tasted his cooking. She couldn't help but sigh again.

Forget it... why bother arguing with this piece of wood...

Can I go to his house for dinner... alone...

Yura's gaze quietly fell on the coat she had personally chosen for Yichen, which now perfectly clung to his figure. In her icy blue eyes, a very faint smile, one that she herself was unaware of, finally spread slowly.

At least... this outfit suits him well.

This can be considered... a kind of progress, right? Probably.

The two returned to Yichen's villa next to the church.

Yichen went straight into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began preparing dinner with a clanging and clattering sound, humming an off-key Mondstadt tune.

Yura stayed in the living room, looking around the spacious new home with a hint of curiosity, though it didn't seem to have much of a sense of life yet.

Her gaze swept over the simple furniture, and when it landed on the large, comfortable-looking sofa, she paused slightly.

On the dark sofa cushions, a striking gold color lay quietly.