"Those who look directly at the gods will bear their weight." The cold voice dissipated in the wind, but Cang Xi seemed to have his soul taken away. He stumbled down the mountain and looked at his reflection by the stream at the foot of the mountain - his eyes were bloodshot, and deep in the pupils remained the burn mark caused by the god's gaze.
That night, he stabbed himself in both eyes with the sharpest dagger in his backpack.
Now he is sitting in the rain in Liyue Port and can no longer remember how long he has been blind. Occasionally, a child would ask him curiously: "Brother, why do you always close your eyes?" He would smile and touch the other person's head: "Because the world is too noisy, so you can hear more clearly if you close your eyes."
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