Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

"Hands up."

The cotton ball, soaked in alcohol, wiped the bright red bloodstains and was carelessly tossed into the iron pan beside it, instantly filling the air with the smell of rust.

The long, strip-shaped wound was exposed, and despite the wind element healing, the skin still appeared somewhat pale due to excessive blood loss.

"pain……"

"I told you, don't be so impulsive."

Mu Feng tapped Clementine's forehead, scolding her while simultaneously bending down to gently blow on her wound.

"Hmm... but if we do what Mother did, many people will be sacrificed."

Clementine pouted and retorted defiantly.

As the cool ointment was applied to the wound, Clementine gasped, her newly formed confidence instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.

"You."

Mu Feng put down the bandage in his hand and helplessly took out a few candies from his pocket and placed them in Clementine's palm.

"look up."

Clementine grinned as she put the candy in her mouth, obediently raising her head to expose the wound on her cheek, waiting to be bandaged.

Mu Feng casually tossed the blood-stained gloves back into the iron tray. He gathered the first-aid kit's medicines, looked at Clementine with an expression that said, "I did nothing wrong, I'll do it again next time," and sighed deeply.

That afternoon, this girl practically pointed her finger at Kujavina and started cursing in front of the entire Hearth House. Anyone else would have been a laughingstock.

As for Kujavina... all he can say is well done.

However, the cost was also extremely high.

Clementine's injuries today are noticeably more severe than usual; the wounds on her calves are even coated with highly corrosive water elemental energy, preventing them from healing.

Clementine, this daughter, was merely a tool Kudjavina used to make an example of her.

The reason he hasn't taken action against Clementine yet isn't out of consideration for their mother-daughter relationship; it's simply because he hasn't lost his usefulness as a tool.

Do mothers and daughters argue?

In the shadows of the corner, Peruvieri took the medicine box from Mu Feng and suddenly asked a question.

Clementine raised her hand, admiring the ribbon tied into a bow, as if the gaping wound wasn't on her body, and casually replied:

Of course!

She reached out her hand, and the huge French windows of the fireplace house slowly opened with a slight creak.

A night breeze carrying the fresh scent of flowers blew in, lifting Clementine's pure white dress, and the soft-light bell pendant on her chest fluttered in the wind.

Outside the window, the night sky, a sea of ​​stars, flowed quietly, cascading into the deep blue canopy.

"I've heard that on the nights of winter's end,"

"The sky will be filled with colorful auroras..."

"When we grow up..."

Let's go see it together.

Clementine turned around, her soft pink hair fluttering in the cool night breeze, and revealed a gentle smile.

"Boom."

The next moment, Mu Feng's knuckles gently tapped her forehead.

I told you not to set such weird flags!

Young Mu Feng had just returned from putting away the medicine box when he heard Little Kreevie's miHoYo PTSD speech, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Didn't you see that Pepe's pupils are already dilated? If you keep talking, you're going to have to make a cute little scene transition, you jerk!

This song of ashes cannot be sung even a little bit!

"Um... Brother Mufeng, what are you doing!"

Clementine, who had been attacked for no reason, immediately put her hands on her hips, revealing her fierce yet adorable little tiger teeth, ready to confront him.

"nothing."

Having successfully interrupted the spellcasting, Mu Feng silently withdrew his hand, looked up at the sky, and whistled—a process he completed with unparalleled fluency, leaving the young Ms. Clay instantly speechless.

"Brother Mu! Feng!"

Clementine stomped her little leather shoes angrily and immediately decided to ignore this mood-breaker for a day... well, maybe just one night.

That's it! Clementine has a temper too!

If you mess with her, you've really messed with cotton!

"A small cake."

Mu Feng silently raised one finger.

"One yuan for each tap?"

Peruvée covered her face and turned her head away, gently tugging at Lacrevie's sleeve, signaling her to be mindful of her image.

"Eh?"

"Pepe, are you going too?"

"Go, go, go!"

Completely misunderstanding Peruverie's meaning, Clementine excitedly grabbed Mu Feng's hand, her thoughts already drifting to all sorts of little cakes.

Sigh... I feel a little tired.

Peruvieri's forehead creased with a few black lines. She sighed silently and watched helplessly as Clementine excitedly shook Mu Feng's arm.

I'm really afraid she'll be tricked into giving up a few small cakes later.

"Shall we go, Pepe?"

Mu Feng smiled, ruffled Clementine's pink hair, and turned to extend his hand to Peruvier, who was still deep in thought.

Peruvéli pursed her lips and gently placed her palm on the boy's outstretched hand.

It's a cake, but I'll give it a try.

In the dimly lit corridor, the shadows of the three holding hands intertwined on the ground, gradually stretching to the end of the stairs.

Do you know what we look like right now?

"like what?"

"A family of three."

"Huh?! Then who's the child?"

"What do you say?"

……

[At 16, you've spent another year in the bloody arena.]

Within a year, the number of people in the Hearth House plummeted, soon falling to less than a third of its original size.

The losers in the dueling arena, the wounded in their missions—these faces all vanished without exception at the Hearth House.

[This led to several arguments between Clementine and Kudjavina, all of which ended with Clementine being punished for insubordination.]

But, only you know, they haven't disappeared; on the contrary, they should be living quite freely and fulfilling lives in Mondstadt now.

The doctor didn't come looking for you again, but he did keep his promise. Although you don't understand why, you don't have time to dwell on it.

Elodie wrote a letter once, anxiously inquiring when the three of you would arrive.

You brushed it off by saying it wasn't the right time and that some members of the Hearth House hadn't left yet, and then asked her not to write again under the pretext of secrecy.

You know very well that lies will eventually be exposed, but you have no choice but to use one lie to cover up the previous one.

However, the excessive manipulation of time has already caused significant damage to your body, even though you always pretend everything is fine.

[And the doctor's records tell you that the damage caused by authority is almost irreversible.]

The perceptive Peruvian had once suspected you of occasional moments of weakness, but you simply explained it as a minor cold.

After that, you became wary and deliberately acted as if nothing was wrong in front of Peruvieri. Over time, Peruvieri's suspicions gradually dissipated.

The number of people in the fireplace house is dwindling, and your body is growing weaker.

You know your time is running out.

Kujavina's madness has intensified; for the sake of those she cherishes, the moment of reckoning is not far off.