Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

As dusk fell, Xizhi slipped out of Kamisato's house.

A silver-grey figure passed through the corridor, crushing the moonlight on the ground, and finally stopped at the torii gate on the seashore. The sound of the tide rose and fell, and the waves crashed on the rocks, creating tiny silver lights, as if someone had overturned a box of broken star sand from Liyue. The ragdoll cat squatted beside the vermilion pillar, and the golden bell on the tip of its tail occasionally rang softly, subtly in sync with the sound of the drums at the festival in the distance.

When Yae Shinko came, she held a bunch of tri-color dumplings in her hand. The sugar coating glowed amber in the moonlight, and the sweet fragrance mixed with the sea breeze floated to the cat's nose. Xizhi's ears moved, but she didn't turn around, but her tail unconsciously flicked in her direction - like a greeting, but also like a silent complaint.

"Have you had enough fun?" Shen Zi sat down beside her, the dark blue hem of the miko's dress spread out like a sea in the middle of the night. "You tore up 30% of the Kamisato family's official documents. When Ayato looked at the account book this morning, he found a cat's paw print on every page—" She chuckled, "He asked me if this was some kind of encryption method of Liyue?"

Xizhi meowed and sounded remorseless.

Shen Zi was not in a hurry. She bit off a dumpling slowly, and the sweet bean paste melted on her tongue. She deliberately ate loudly until the cat's ears turned completely towards her, and its amber pupils glowed slightly in the dark.

"Want to eat?" Shen Zi shook the bamboo stick.

Xizhi stared at the ball, his pink nose twitching, but finally he turned his face away and faced her with the back of his head.

"……childish."

The cat spoke, but its voice was no longer the sticky voice of a baby animal. Instead, it had Lin Huan's usual cold voice, only the ending tone still had a bit of a cat-like murmur.

Shen Zi laughed even more happily, flicked his fingertips, and the dumpling landed steadily on the sea sand in front of Xi Zhi. The cat stared at it for three seconds, and finally couldn't help it, stretched out its claws to grab it, and nibbled it in small bites. The sugar coating stuck to its whiskers, sparkling.

Amid the sound of the waves, the Son of God suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xizhi (Lin Huan) paused.

"What?"

"Turn yourself into a cat, hide in Linghua's arms, and pretend to be just a greedy fur ball..." Shenzi's fingertips gently touched her forehead, "Does it hurt?"

The cat's pupils contracted slightly.

The waves hit the shore, and the sound of the tide is like a sigh.

After a long while, Xizhi lowered his head, and his claws unconsciously fiddled with the sand: "...It's easier than being an immortal all the time."

Shenzi didn't say anything, but just reached out and rubbed her head, his fingertips sinking into the silver-gray fur. Xizhi wanted to hide at first, but finally did not move, allowing the warmth of the witch to pass through her fur.

"You know what?" Shen Zi suddenly said, "King has learned how to make tea recently."

Xizhi looked up and saw the cat's face full of "what does it have to do with me" written all over it.

"She poured the first cup of wine she brewed for the cat in the Borrowed View Garden." Shen Zi smiled, "Although the cat was transformed by you, she doesn't know it."

Xizhi's tail froze.

“She thought you were just an ordinary cat, but she still squatted down and said to you very seriously—” Shen Zi imitated Ying’s tone, “‘If you see Mr. Lin from Liyue, please thank him on my behalf.’”

The sea breeze suddenly became very light.

Xizhi's ears slowly drooped and her paws curled up. She didn't say anything, but the golden bell at the tip of her tail rang softly, like some kind of silent response.

Shen Zi looked at the sea in the distance and said in a voice so soft that it seemed as if he was talking to himself: "Look, even if they don't know who you are... the traces of your existence have already been engraved in their lives."

Xizhi was silent for a long time.

Finally, she meowed softly, jumped onto Shen Zi's lap, and rolled herself into a ball of fur.

Shenzi smiled, combing her fur with his fingertips, "So, do you want to give it a try?"

"…Try what?"

"Use the appearance of 'Lin Huan' and drink the tea brewed by Ying."

The cat didn't answer, but its tail quietly wrapped around Shen Zi's wrist.

Under the moonlight, the sound of the tide remains the same.

But some things have changed quietly.