Genshin Impact: Learning makes me stronger

Liyue Harbor, Su Mansion.

The dim morning light, bringing with it the unique coolness of Liyue and the delicate fragrance of the neon flowers, gently awakens the sleeping courtyard.

The copper bells under the eaves were touched by the morning breeze, making a subtle and pleasant tinkling sound, which intertwined with the faint sound of ship whistles coming from the distant port, playing a tranquil prelude.

Funina felt as if she was sinking in warm sea water, her consciousness floating up and down.

The heart-wrenching grief and the empty feeling of a torn soul were enveloped by a gentle yet powerful force and slowly subsided like the ebbing tide.

She is not alone.

A familiar and reassuring existence, like an anchored harbor, firmly supports her wandering soul.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Funina slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was not the magnificent yet cold dome of the Mo Mang Palace, but the unfamiliar wooden bedtop carved with Liyue auspicious cloud patterns.

A light, soothing scent of grass and wood and a warm, sun-baked fabric scent linger on the nose.

"woke up?"

A low and gentle voice sounded beside him.

Fu Nina turned her head slightly and saw Su Xun sitting on a low stool beside the bed, holding a scroll in his hand, but his eyes were on her face with undisguised concern.

The morning light filtering through the window lattice gave him a soft outline.

"Where... is this?" Furninna's voice was still a little hoarse, and she was weak as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Liyue, our home." Su Xun put down the scroll and naturally reached out to touch her forehead. The temperature of his fingertips was soothing and comfortable. "How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"

Finina shook her head subconsciously, then paused. In her sapphire eyes, the huge sadness was like a reef sinking into the deep sea. Although it was temporarily covered by the water, it was still heavy.

"I...had a very long nightmare..." she whispered, her fingers unconsciously clenching the brocade quilt covering her body, which was embroidered with an exquisite picture of Liyue's landscape.

"It's not a dream." Su Xun's voice was very soft, but with unquestionable certainty.

He did not avoid it, but held her slightly cold hand, and passed a warm and peaceful current of warmth into her palm, "But it's all over, Funina. Fontaine was saved, and Villette fulfilled his promise. The fate of dissolution has been forgiven."

Funina's body trembled slightly, and tears instantly filled her eyes.

Fontaine was saved... but the price was the "disappearance" of Fukalos.

The half that had accompanied her for five hundred years, given her a mission, and shared all her secrets and loneliness... was really gone.

A huge feeling of emptiness swept over her again, almost suffocating her.

"Woo..." She bit her lower lip, trying hard to prevent the sob from escaping, but tears fell silently like beads that had broken off the string.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open a crack.

A small, furry head poked in cautiously, with a freshly picked glass lily pinned crookedly on top of the head. It was little Li Yue.

She opened her large obsidian eyes and looked curiously at the familiar Aunt Funina on the bed, then at her father who was sitting beside the bed.

"Yuer?" Su Xun called softly.

Little Liyue, who was only half a year old but had already learned to walk amazingly, seemed to be encouraged and walked in unsteadily with her short legs.

She was wearing a light blue dress embroidered with small sparrows, like a chubby little dumpling.

She walked to the bed, raised her little face, looked at Funina who was crying silently, and then looked at Su Xun, as if trying to understand what was happening.

Then she stretched out her chubby little hand and stood on tiptoe, trying to reach Funina's hand hanging by the bed.

"Auntie...Auntie..." She called out in a childish and vague voice, with a serious look on her face, "Don't...cry..."

Her little hand clumsily patted the back of Funina's hand, as if to comfort her.

Furninna's crying suddenly stopped.

She looked down at the little girl in front of her who was as delicate as a piece of jade and whose eyes were as pure as the clearest water in Liyue.

That clumsy yet extremely sincere comfort, like a faint but warm light, unexpectedly shone into her cold and desperate heart.

"Yuer..." Fu Nina's voice was nasal. She carefully held the small, soft hand gently, as if she was afraid of breaking something.

The warmth and softness of the child strangely soothed the intense pain deep in her soul.

"Yeah!" When little Liyue saw Aunt Funina responded to her, she grinned happily, revealing a few tiny teeth.

She used her other hand to dig through her pocket and took out a piece of lotus cake that was a little deformed from being squeezed. She held it in front of Funina like offering a treasure, "Eat...it's sweet...don't cry..."

Looking at the child's innocent smile and the snacks warmed by his body temperature, Funina's tears flowed even harder, but this time, it seemed that it was no longer pure despair.

With trembling hands, she took the lotus cake that carried the child's body temperature and heart, and said with a sob: "Thank you... Yue'er... You are so good..."

"Xiao Yue'er is really good at coaxing people." A cold yet gentle voice came.

Shen He walked in carrying a white jade tray with a bowl of steaming soup that exuded a sweet medicinal aroma.

Her long snow-white hair fell like moonlight, and her whole body exuded a cool aura like a mountain spring, but the look she gave to Funina and Xiao Liyue was filled with warmth like ice and snow just beginning to melt.

"Shen He..." Fu Nina felt a little embarrassed looking at this woman with a cold temperament.

Shen He placed the tray on the small table beside the bed, his eyes falling on Fu Ningna's pale face: "My husband said that your mind and spirit are too exhausted. This is a calming soup made with Qingxin Flower and Liuli Bag. Drink it while it's hot to strengthen your body."

Her tone was calm, but it contained a concern that could not be denied.

"Thank you for your help..." Funina thanked him in a low voice.

Su Xun helped her sit up a little, and Shen He naturally picked up the jade spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup at just the right temperature, blew on it gently, and handed it to Funina's lips.

Although his movements were a little awkward, he was extremely serious.

Furninna was somewhat flattered and drank it obediently.

The warm soup slid down her throat, carrying with it a refreshing floral scent and a slightly bitter aftertaste. A gentle warm current instantly spread from her stomach, nourishing her tired and cold limbs, and even her confused mind seemed to calm down a bit.

"Wow--!"

Suddenly, a loud cry was heard outside the door, accompanied by Walnut's iconic cry, which was a bit helpless and doting.

"Oh my little ancestor! I just changed your new dress! Can you play with this ink?!"

Hu Tao rushed in holding a little girl wearing a bright red jacket and two pigtails, followed by Gui Zhong, who was holding a basin of water and had a helpless look on his face.

Little Lihuang twisted like a live fish in Hu Tao's arms. One of her little hands was covered with black ink, and the other hand was holding a brush, which also had several ink marks on her little face. She was crying so hard that her face was red, and she looked aggrieved.

"Huang'er is in trouble again?" Su Xun laughed and stood up to greet her.

Hu Tao stuffed the little fire phoenix in her arms into Su Xun's hands, put her hands on her hips, and pointed at her daughter angrily: "Look! Sister Gui Zhong just made her a new skirt! And she climbed onto your desk while we weren't paying attention, knocked over the inkwell! And waved the pen around! This little girl is a real worry!"

Little Lihuang was in her father's arms, and seemed to have found a support. Her crying became quieter, and she sobbed. Her ink-stained little hands tightly grasped Su Xun's clothes, leaving a few black little paw prints. Her big amber eyes looked at Hu Tao with watery eyes, as if accusing him.

Gui terminal held the basin of water and walked over with a smile. With a touch of his finger, an exquisite mechanical doll came over carrying a wet towel and soap nuts.

"It's okay, just wash it. Besides, Huang'er is lively, isn't she just like you? It's a good thing." Gui Zhong said as he gently wiped the ink marks on little Li Huang's face with a wet towel.

Little Lihuang felt comfortable after being wiped and stopped crying. Her big eyes turned curiously towards her blue-haired aunt and sister on the bed, whom she had only seen a few times.

Only then did Kurumi notice that Funina had woken up. The fake anger on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a bright smile: "Ah! Funina, you're awake! How do you feel? Did the little guy disturb you?"

She moved closer to the bed, carefully examined Fu Nina's face, and glanced at Su Xun, "Is your husband taking good care of you? If not, ask him to cook you some good food to replenish your body!"

Fu Nina looked at the lively and lively scene in front of her: Su Xun helplessly held his dirty but cute little daughter, Gui Zhong gently wiped the child, Hu Tao cared about her energetically, Shen He sat quietly by the bed with a half bowl of soup in his hand, and little Li Yue curiously snuggled up to her, holding her fingers with her little hand...

All this, and the cold and desperate ending of the Fontaine Opera House, seem like two completely different worlds.

Tears blurred my vision again, but this time, it was no longer pure sadness.

A complex emotion of warmth, sadness, and a sense of security of being accepted surged in my heart.

She shook her head and tried to force a smile: "No...I didn't make any noise. Thank you...I...I'm fine."

The voice was still choked, but it was more lively than before.

"Auntie... cry..." Little Liyue patted her hands again.

Little Lihuang also stopped twisting out of curiosity, stared at Furningna's tears with her big eyes, and suddenly stretched out the little hand that was not stained with ink, babbling and trying to reach her.

Gui Zhong wiped Xiao Li Huang's clean little hands with a wet towel, smiled and took her from Su Xun's arms, and came to the bedside: "Huang'er, this is your aunt Fu Ningna, you have to be as obedient as your sister."

Little Lihuang looked at Funina naively, as if she could sense her sadness. She pursed her lips, then stretched out her freshly wiped hands, and, imitating her sister, she clumsily and gently touched Funina's cheek, as if she was wiping her tears.

"Ya..." She uttered an ambiguous syllable, with a natural expression of intimacy on her little face.

Furninna's tears burst out completely.

She stretched out her hand and carefully hugged little Li Yue tighter, then gently held the little hand that little Li Huang extended to her.

The body temperature of the two children, like the purest warm current, carrying vitality, penetrated through the skin and reached deep into her cold and empty soul.

Shen He handed over another spoonful of warm soup at the right time.

Hu Tao sat on the edge of the bed and began to describe in vivid detail how Xiao Lihuang had "made a big fuss in the study" that morning. Her exaggerated tone made Gui Zhong laugh.

Su Xun stood aside and watched Funina surrounded by her children and cared for by her wives. Although she was still crying, the deep despair and dead silence between her brows were being dispelled and melted little by little by the warm morning sun of Liyue and the bustling atmosphere of human life.

The sunlight outside the window is brighter, shining on the colorful flowers blooming in the courtyard, and also shining through the window lattices, gently enveloping everyone in the room.

The sound of the bells, accompanied by the children's babbling and Walnut's laughter, played a soul-healing melody called "Home".

Funina clasped the two small hands tightly, feeling the heavy warmth.

She knew that the road ahead was still long and the void left by losing Fucaros could not be filled in an instant.

But at least at this moment, in the morning light of Liyue, in this noisy and warm harbor, her broken heart found a place to temporarily dock and draw strength.

She is not alone.