Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

"Um, senior sister! I'll go downstairs to prepare breakfast!"

The footsteps quickly faded into the distance, disappearing in the direction of the stairs.

In an instant, only Shen He remained in the washroom.

Her outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air, still in the posture of reaching for the towel.

My fingertips felt empty.

The only traces of the extremely faint elemental fluctuations left by that playful breeze, and... Yi Chen's back view, clearly showing panic and rejection.

Shen He withdrew his hand very slowly, little by little.

She stood there motionless, her head bowed, her long white hair obscuring her expression.

The temperature of the surrounding air began to drop rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A thin, fine layer of frost had even quietly condensed on the metal frame of the vanity mirror.

A deathly silence enveloped her.

Even such simple, familiar contact...

Are they not allowed at all?

Just because of...last night...and that woman's "secret"?

A chilling aura, like a tangible black mist, began to spread uncontrollably and in wisps from her body.

Chapter 36 She will always be there

Yi Chen practically fled down the stairs, his heart still pounding uncontrollably in his chest. He leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hiss... What's going on..."

He muttered to himself, rubbing his temples.

"How did this heartwarming everyday drama suddenly turn into a midnight horror story...? Senior sister's aura is terrifying..."

But upon calming down and reflecting on it, I realized that my panicked reaction of fleeing as if I had seen a ghost was extremely rude and completely disregarded my senior sister's good intentions.

His senior sister traveled all the way from Liyue to care for him, but he...

"No, no, I have to go back and apologize!"

Yi Chen slapped his forehead, his innate optimism and sense of responsibility taking over.

He composed himself, then turned and walked upstairs again.

He cautiously returned to the bathroom door and peeked inside—

Shen He remained standing in the same spot, head bowed, surrounded by a visible, ominous, dark aura!

The aura was cold and violent, wrapping around her like tangible tentacles, making her look as if she was about to fall into demonic ways. Even the surrounding air was distorted and frozen, and the frost on the mirror surface thickened even more!

Yi Chen's heart sank, and he instantly understood!

It wasn't that my senior sister suddenly became terrifying, but rather that the evil energy within her had gone out of control!

No wonder he was behaving so strangely!

She must be enduring immense pain and torment right now!

All fear and doubt were instantly replaced by worry and heartache.

Without further hesitation, Yi Chen strode inside.

He ignored the terrifying aura that could freeze the blood of an ordinary person and grabbed Shen He's clenched fist, which was hanging by his side and was icy cold.

"It's okay! I'm here!"

The moment his warm hand grasped Shen He's fingertips—

The originally menacing and almost all-consuming aura visibly receded and dissipated!

The suffocating low pressure and chill in the surroundings suddenly lessened.

Shen He's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes still holding a trace of lingering crimson and chaos, but more than anything, they were filled with unbelievable astonishment.

She stared blankly at Yichen holding her hand tightly, feeling the familiar and reassuring warmth that emanated from his skin, and the pure, unwavering worry on his face.

The obsession, suspicion, and icy anger brought by the malevolent energy vanished quickly in the face of this pure warmth, as if it had met its nemesis.

The chill around her completely dissipated, and her eyes regained their clarity, though they were more moist than usual, as if covered by a thin layer of water.

Her good junior brother…

He would still approach her without hesitation and take her hand.

The warmth and care she cherished never changed.

Just now... she must have been blinded by the evil aura, which only increased her suspicions and almost... hurt him.

A faint, almost imperceptible sense of guilt and lingering fear quietly swept through her heart.

Shen He turned his hand back and gently grasped Yi Chen's hand, the force was very light, but it carried a sense of cherishing something lost and then regained.

"……Um."

She responded softly, her voice a little hoarse.

"I'm all right."

Seeing that she had returned to normal, Yi Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's alright! You scared me! Let's go, senior sister, downstairs for lunch. I baked some pancakes!"

He seemed to have completely forgotten the terrifying incident just now, and pulled Shen He's hand to walk outside, and began to ramble on about his experience in baking pancakes.

Shen He let him lead him, following behind him. His gaze fell on their clasped hands, and the last trace of gloom on his face slowly dissipated, replaced by a deeper and more resolute gentleness.

But in that gentlest of places, the obsession called "possession" has not disappeared; on the contrary, it has become even more deeply rooted because of the sense of confirmation that it has been lost and then regained.

Her junior brother, her fiancé, would never allow anyone... in any way... to take away or defile her.

The two walked down the stairs and entered the restaurant.

On the table were the golden, fluffy pancakes that Yichen had just made, emitting an enticing sweet aroma, and next to them was a pot of steaming coffee.

However, Ying and Paimon, who should have been sitting at the table enjoying their meal, were nowhere to be seen; only two empty chairs remained.

"Huh? Where are the two of them?"

Yi Chen scratched his head and then saw a note on the table with a simple Mora symbol and an outward-pointing arrow drawn on it, next to which was Paimon's crooked handwriting.

"Work! Earn Mora! See you tonight!"

"Okay... off to fight for Mora again."

Yi Chen smiled helplessly, put the note away, and gestured for Shen He to sit down.

"Never mind them, senior sister, come and try my pancakes! I guarantee they're a hundred times better than Qingxin's!"

Shen He quietly sat down opposite him, taking small bites of the pancake.

Her eating manners were extremely elegant, a stark contrast to Yi Chen's swift and deliberate style, yet her speed was by no means slow.

During a break from the meal, Shen He looked up at Yi Chen.

"Junior brother, what are your plans for today?"

Yi Chen swallowed the food in his mouth and thought for a moment.

"I need to go help out with the Knights of Favonius later. Today we need to finalize the procedures for the Dvalin's return ceremony, and there are some miscellaneous tasks related to venue setup that require manpower."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen He put down the silver fork in his hand almost without hesitation.

She stood up, walked around the dining table, went to Yichen's side, reached out, and gently took his wrist.

"I'll go as well."

Yi Chen paused for a moment, then nodded happily.

"Sure! Of course! Senior sister, you're so amazing, with your help we'll definitely achieve twice the results with half the effort! Anyway, with you here, there won't be any problems!"

He didn't think about issues like "avoiding suspicion" or "whether it would be inconvenient with his senior sister present." He was simply happy to have another strong and reliable helper.

Looking at his completely unguarded and trusting appearance, and hearing his words "With Senior Sister here, there's no problem," Shen He's eyes flashed with a faint sense of satisfaction.

She nodded gently, released his wrist, but remained standing beside him, ready to set off with him at any moment.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting long, intertwined shadows on the two of them.

Yichen finished the rest of his breakfast in a few bites.

"Alright! Let's go! For the return ceremony protected by Dongfeng!"

He walked towards the door first, already planning what the Knights should do first and what they should do next.

Shen He silently followed half a step behind him, like the most loyal guard, step by step.

However, her gaze remained fixed on Yi Chen's back, and deep within her eyes was a surging undercurrent of absolute possessiveness that no one could see.

No matter where he goes or what he does.

It must be... only when she is there.

Chapter 37 Jealousy

The two walked toward the Knights of Favonius, their shadows lengthening in the sunlight.

Just as Yi Chen was passing by the Wind God Square, a familiar tall figure caught his eye—Yula was standing by the fountain with her arms crossed.

Yi Chen's eyes lit up, and he immediately waved and shouted happily, pulling Shen He along as they quickly walked over.

Shen He's gaze swept over Youla indifferently, without any emotional fluctuation, and he simply followed quietly beside Yi Chen.

Yura turned her head at the sound and saw that it was Yichen. Her usual slightly aloof expression softened a little.

But when she noticed the strange woman behind Yi Chen, with her unique temperament, white hair and red ribbon, who was coldly looking at her, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Yi Chen? Is there something you need?"

Yura's face still carried that subtle, unique arrogance.

"Something big is happening!"

Yi Chen smiled broadly, released Shen He's hand (Shen He's gaze instantly turned cold), and excitedly approached Youla, eager to share his plan.

"Yura! When I was researching in the library, I stumbled upon some ancient records about your Lawrence family! They mentioned the 'ritual dance'!"

I remember it was a very graceful and solemn dance, used for the highest-level ceremonies, right? So I wanted to confirm first… do you know how to dance it?

Yura was somewhat taken aback and confused upon hearing this.

She never expected Yi Chen to suddenly ask about this tradition belonging to the Lawrence family, which had been almost forgotten by the world.

"A ritual dance?"

She repeated it, her expression becoming somewhat complicated.

"Why...why are you interested in this?"

The Lawrence family's history in Mond is not a glorious one, and being suddenly asked about their ancestral dance made her instinctively feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing Youla's wary expression, Yi Chen immediately put his hands on his hips, raised his chin high, and revealed a smug smile, as if he had done something extraordinary:

"That's because of—the upcoming Dvalin's return ceremony!"

"Think about it! To welcome back the former 'Guardians of the East Wind,' how can we not have the highest-level ceremony that best represents Mondstadt's history and sincerity? Ordinary songs and dances are not enough!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became.

"And your Lawrence family's 'Sacrificial Dance' is said to have been the highest ceremony used to welcome the wind god and the heroes who protect Mondstadt! Is there anything more fitting or awe-inspiring than this?!"

At the crucial point, Yi Chen's joking expression vanished, replaced by one of utmost seriousness and sincerity. He looked directly into Youra's eyes, those eyes that were always brimming with sunshine now filled with warmth and concern for her.

"And! Most importantly!"

"Through this ceremony and this dance, everyone will surely see a different side of Yura Lawrence!"

We see that what you have inherited is not merely the shackles of the old aristocracy, but also the elegance, glory, and power of an ancient heritage deeply ingrained in your blood! Let everyone know the real you!