The Butterfly Guides the Play of the Afterlife and Soothes the Soul

A secret identity isn't valuable because there are many of them, but because of how many situations they can handle.

Qingyang, who came from an apocalypse script, knows this well. One secret identity follows another, making it impossible to see his true feelings.

"Hu Tao's childhood bridegroom? That'll have to wait for Hu Tao to say yes."

"The suddenly returned Thunder Yaksha? Ganyu, since when did you develop such a bad habit of seeing things that aren't there?"

"An actress from the Pearl Gallery? Her singing may be graceful and lingering, but it can't compare to Miss Yun Jin's solid foundation."

"A foreigner who looks like that Traveler from the rumors? Surely you mean Miss Alice."

"A Snezhnayan? That's true enough. This head of black hair was once golden as a field of wheat. As for the Knave... Isn't she from Mondstadt?"

The handsome man narrowed his eyes and smiled as he turned away every suspicion.

His heart was a bottomless pit, never to be filled.