Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

Linghua's brushstrokes are light and agile, slowly blurring the outline of the crane on the fabric.

Linghua has been studying music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was young. Her painting skills are perfect and her brushwork shows the style of a master.

Every stroke accurately outlines the charm of the crane. The delicate lines are like lively silk threads, perfectly presenting the crane's elegant posture.

Xinyang watched intently at first, his eyes following the movement of Linghua's brush, occasionally letting out a few sincere exclamations of admiration. But as time passed, the warm sunlight fell on him, and the gentle breeze blew past, bringing a touch of comfort.

Unconsciously, Xinyang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her head began to nod. Finally, Xinyang's body slowly slid down and lay on the small table, entering a sweet dream.

Linghua noticed the movement beside her, turned around and saw Xinyang sleeping soundly. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Linghua gently put down her paintbrush and gently lifted Xinyang's head, letting him rest his head on her legs. Then, Linghua carefully picked up the coat beside her and gently covered Xinyang with it.

After adjusting Xinyang's posture, Linghua picked up her paintbrush again. This time, her movements were even gentler, trying to be as quiet as possible with each stroke.

In this quiet moment, Linghua's cranes gradually come to life. Two cranes nestle together, their feathers detailed and lifelike. Flying side by side, they seem poised to burst through the paper and soar into the sky.

The breeze gently ruffled Linghua's hair, but she was unaware of it. She just stared intently at the painting in her hand. The brush in her hand was like a lively elf, jumping and dancing on the fabric.

Occasionally, Linghua would lower her head slightly to look at Xinyang who was sleeping peacefully on her legs.

After an unknown amount of time, Xinyang slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Linghua's profile as she concentrated on painting.

Xinyang sat up gently. Linghua noticed Xinyang's movement, turned to look at him, and said with a smile: "You're awake. Did you sleep well?"

Xinyang nodded, looking at the lifelike pair of cranes on the drawing paper, and praised: "You draw so beautifully, thank you for your hard work."

Linghua shook her head slightly and said with a smile, "It's not hard. I feel safe with you by my side. Could you please get me a glass of water? I'm almost done with the painting."

Xinyang nodded repeatedly: "Of course, wait a moment."

After a while, Xinyang came back with a cup of warm water, carefully placed it on the small table beside him, and said softly, "The water is here, the temperature is just right, drink some to moisten your skin."

Linghua had just finished the last stroke. She gently put down her brush, breathed a sigh of relief, and a pleased smile spread across her face. She took the water cup, took a few sips, leaned into Xinyang's arms, and held up her finished painting. "Thank you, husband. Take a look at it. How is it? Have my painting skills improved?"

Xinyang took the opportunity to hug Linghua and his eyes fell on the painting of two cranes flying side by side.

"It's exquisitely crafted, and every detail is impeccable. You are truly worthy of being my personal painter." Xinyang praised sincerely.

Linghua tilted her head back slightly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with joy: "You're so sweet, you always praise me like this, it makes me feel a little embarrassed."

Linghua gently leaned on Xinyang's shoulder: "However, this time with you by my side, I feel like inspiration is flowing like a spring, and my painting is like a god. This time I draw better than any time before."

Xinyang stroked Linghua's hair and smiled, "You have a sweet mouth, too. I was clearly sleeping just now, and I was resting my head on your legs. I'm lucky I didn't disturb you. How could I have helped you? Your painting skills have improved again."

Linghua poked Xinyang's chest and said coquettishly, "I won't let you say that. You being by my side is my greatest strength. Your company brings me peace of mind and a constant flow of inspiration. Just like these two cranes flying side by side, without you, I can't paint with such charm."

Xinyang gently held Linghua's hand. "Okay, okay, you're right. We're both indispensable. But seriously, if this kite is completed and flown into the sky, it will definitely be extremely eye-catching. Maybe it will even attract real cranes."

At this moment, Xin Yang suddenly recalled some past events and casually asked, "Ling Hua, when I was sleeping on your legs just now, did you feel itchy or any other uncomfortable sensations?"

Linghua shook her head. "You fell asleep on the table at first, and that's not good for your cervical spine. Later, I moved you onto my legs, very gently. You didn't wake up, and I didn't feel uncomfortable. Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I just wanted to be quieter and not disturb you. Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Xinyang scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "It's okay, I just suddenly remembered that a yellow-haired friend of mine was disliked for lying on someone's lap, so I was a little curious, do you feel the same way?"

Linghua couldn't help but laugh out loud, gently tapping Xinyang's forehead with her finger. "You're always worrying about trivial things. When I'm with you, I feel happy no matter what we do. How can I feel uncomfortable? Besides, friends are friends, and you are you. In my heart, you are completely different from everyone else."

Hearing this, Xinyang felt an indescribable sweetness well up in his heart, unable to contain his emotions any longer. He gently cupped Linghua's cheeks with both hands, leaned forward, and gently pressed his lips against Linghua's delicate lips.

After an unknown amount of time, Xinyang slowly let go of Linghua, and their eyes met again.

Linghua's cheeks flushed, she lowered her head slightly, and said shyly, "You are always so sudden..." But the smile that was hard to conceal at the corner of her mouth revealed Linghua's inner joy.

Xin Yang had a satisfied smile on his face and gently pinched Ling Hua's face: "This little mouth is really sweet. It seems that I need to kiss it a few more times in the future to taste this sweetness to my heart's content."

Linghua's cheeks turned even redder. She gently slapped Xinyang's hand away and said coquettishly, "You always say some insincere things. But, when I'm with you, I also feel that every day is sweet."