Warning! The Host's inner thoughts are now broadcasting throughout Mondstadt. Current eavesdroppers: Jean: “So she thinks I’m too harsh when disciplining the Knights”; Amber: “She actually praised my scouting skills”; Sucrose: “She wants to teach me how to make Liyue almond tofu”; and others...
Yun Yao stared at the System alert, close to tears. All she wanted was to quietly complete her mission to track down the Archon and return to Liyue. How had she become Mondstadt’s “live inner-thoughts broadcast” for the whole city?
“So, Miss Yun Yao...”
One day, the bard who was always wandering around with a wine jug suddenly blocked her doorway. He twirled a dandelion seed between his fingers, the corners of his eyes reddening. “You said I ‘may love drinking, but when I smile, I’m like a hyacinth opening in the breeze.’ Did you really mean that?”
Her heart pounded like a drum. Just as she was about to deny it, the System chimed: “Anemo Archon favorability increased by 10. Current score: 85/100.”
But he stepped closer, wind carrying the scent of wine as it wrapped around her. “Yao Yao, I suddenly don’t want you to go home.”
It turned out that the god, who had spent a thousand years seeing both sincerity and deceit, had long since taken her “insincere” complaints to heart as the most precious thoughts, meant for him alone.
