Genshin Impact**********

Zhongli walked alone through the noisy winter streets holding an oil-paper umbrella. The flash of red at the corners of his eyes made even more moving by the white snow. But there was no expression on his face at this moment, and he was out of tune with the bustling crowd around him. Snowflakes fell from the sky, as if silently comforting the gods. Zhongli came to that familiar place It was a sunflower field planted by him and his son, but it looked so desolate in winter... He can't remember clearly Neon clothes or roses?