Genshin Impact: We Meet Again When the Flowers Fall

Zhongli walked alone through the noisy streets of Snezhnaya, carrying an oil-paper umbrella. Against the white snow, the hint of red at the corner of his eyes looked all the more striking. But there wasn't a trace of expression on his face, setting him apart from the bustling crowd around him. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, as if offering the gods silent comfort. Zhongli came to the familiar place. It was the sunflower field he and Tartaglia had planted with their own hands, but in winter it seemed so desolate... He could no longer remember. Silk flowers or roses?