Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

Xinyang rushed back to Kamisato House against the wind, anxiously looking for Linghua. When he saw that Linghua was able to get out of bed and walk, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Xinyang gently walked behind Linghua, reached out his hand, and carefully patted her shoulder. Linghua turned her head, her beautiful eyes already red from crying. She looked at Xinyang with tears in her eyes, then suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

"Xinyang, mother she...she..." Linghua's voice was choked and she could hardly speak.

Xinyang's heart tightened, and his gaze quickly flicked to Kamisato Kayo, who lay on the sofa surrounded by doctors. He quickly stepped forward, pushed the doctors aside, took a deep breath, and once again mobilized the remaining wind elemental power in his body, blowing out a warm, gentle, healing wind with all his might.

However, despite Xinyang's best efforts, Kamisato Kayo's complexion showed no improvement. Time passed, and until the next morning, the situation remained unchanged.

Before this, Xinyang had spent a lot of energy to heal Linghua's injuries, and had experienced a whole night of fighting, and his physical strength had been exhausted.

Kamisato Kayo had always treated Xinyang like her own child. She was not only the matriarch of the Kamisato family, but also the loving mother of this extended family. At this moment, despite being almost completely weakened, Xinyang gritted his teeth and persevered tenaciously. His arms, once brimming with strength and vitality, were now numb and insensitive. Yet, even so, he refused to let go.

Kamisato Kayo raised her hand with difficulty, and used the last bit of her strength to tightly hold Xinyang's hand, her lips trembling slightly: "Don't... waste your energy anymore..." Her voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, almost inaudible.

At that moment, Xinyang's tears burst from his eyes like a broken dam, streaming down his cheeks. He clenched his teeth, trying hard not to cry out loud, but his trembling shoulders couldn't hide the grief and despair in his heart. "No! I don't believe it! I can definitely cure you, Mom! You will definitely get better! Linghua and Lingren, we will always be by your side! And, I... I've learned a lot of new dishes recently, and I'm so excited to make them for you..." By the end, Xinyang was sobbing.

Kamisato Kayo's face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile, which warmed people's hearts like the warm spring sun: "Haha, it was just a casual remark at that time! Who would have thought that you would keep calling me 'Mom' without interruption. It really makes people feel extremely happy to have a well-behaved and sensible child like you!" However, in the midst of this joy, her eyes revealed a hint of worry and concern - she was always worried about her little daughter Ayaka.

Kayo Kamisato is fully aware of the weight of responsibility Ayaka carries as the eldest daughter of the Kamisato family, but she also understands her daughter's deep kindness and vulnerability. She worries about whether Ayaka can withstand the pressure of family expectations; she worries about her ability to navigate complex interpersonal relationships; and she fears that Ayaka will lose herself in her over-attachment to the family mission... These thoughts intertwine within this mother, leaving her both relieved and secretly melancholy.

"What do you think of Linghua?" Kamisato Kayo looked at Linghua, whose eyes were bloodshot, with eyes full of love and care.

"Hmm..." Xin Yang replied after a moment's thought, "Linghua is intelligent, well-educated, and well-mannered. Furthermore, she's a skilled chess player and an exceptional painter. It's safe to say she's proficient in everything! Such an outstanding and considerate girl is truly rare!"

Hearing this, Kamisato Kayo's face lit up with a relieved smile, but it was quickly replaced by a look of worry. She sighed softly and said, "Alas! My poor Linghua is still so young. In just a few months, she's already won over the people and is even more outstanding than I was back then. But who could have predicted that she would encounter something like this right now? I'm really worried she can't handle it..."

"You don't have to worry too much, Mom." Xinyang hurriedly comforted her, "I will be with Linghua and will protect her. I will never let anyone hurt her again! From today on, I will always be by Linghua's side, forever." Xinyang said firmly, her eyes firm and full of strength.

"I remember you're from Liyue, right? If the lockdown is lifted in the future, I hope you can bring Linghua to live in Liyue. As the current head of the community, Lingren, given his temperament and sense of responsibility, is destined to stay in Inazuma and protect our family and this land. But Linghua is different. She's a kind-hearted, peaceful child. I simply can't bear to let her stay here and endure the dangers and pressures that may come."

"Mother..." Linghua's eyes widened, her face filled with confusion. She didn't understand why her mother suddenly said such a thing, and she couldn't accept that she had to leave her hometown and everything familiar.

Xin Yang was slightly startled when he heard this, but quickly regained his composure. "Okay, if that day ever comes, I will definitely take Ling Hua away from here. Until then, I will also do my utmost to assist Ling Ren and help the society grow and develop."

Kamisato Kayo revealed a relieved smile and nodded gently, saying, "That's very good. Linghua is now entrusted to you. I hope you can take good care of her. Also, Linghua, you must obey your brother and Xinyang's arrangements in the future and must not act recklessly. You were just injured and your body has not yet healed. Go back to your room and rest."

"No, Mother, I don't want to leave! I won't leave now, and I won't leave in the future." Linghua, always well-behaved and obedient, defied her mother's wishes for the first time. She clutched the sofa tightly, her eyes filled with determination and resoluteness.

Xinyang suppressed his inner grief and walked forward, hugging Linghua tightly. Ignoring her struggles, he forcibly carried her back to the room. The moment the door closed, Linghua's sobs were clearly audible, heartbreaking. In the hall, Kamisato Kayo watched silently, tears already blurring her eyes.

Ayato was kneeling on the ground, his tall, straight figure bent like a child. His eyes were focused and devout, gazing intently at Kamisato Kayo before him, as if he wanted to deeply imprint her final words on his mind.

Kamisato Kayo lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, but her eyes remained firm and gentle. Gathering her last bit of strength, she spoke with difficulty, "Ayato... my child..." Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with endless attachment and reluctance.

Aya was heartbroken, tears welling up in his eyes, but he fought hard not to let them fall. He knew this might be his last communication with his mother, and he must cherish every moment and listen to her teachings.

Kamisato Kayo continued, "You are his son, exactly like him. No matter what difficulties and challenges you encounter in the future, you must uphold the honor of your family... protect your sister... protect Inazuma..." Her voice became weaker and weaker, but the power contained in it could not be ignored.

Ayato nodded heavily, his fists clenched, and he vowed to himself that he would not let his mother down. He would use his life to defend the family's dignity and take good care of his sister.

As Kamisato Kayo's presence gradually faded, the room fell into a dead silence. However, Ayato's faith grew stronger. He silently stood up, bowed solemnly to his mother, and then turned to leave.