Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

"Okay, got it. Goodbye." The traveler nodded, responding readily, even seeming somewhat carefree.

As soon as she finished speaking, she unfurled her long-unused wind wings with a "whoosh," as if she were about to ride the wind away.

"Please wait." Zhong Li called out to her at the right moment: "Since we are about to part, Vice Hall Master... is there anything special you would like to say to me?"

"Oh." The traveler pretended to think seriously for a moment, then showed an expression of "sudden realization": "By the way! As for Hall Master Hu, we will need Mr. Zhongli to take good care of him in the future."

The farewell I just gave was indeed a bit too hasty; I did it on purpose.

He always manages to make me angry without saying a word, and I don't have any real way to deal with him, so I can only "get back" a little in this kind of place.

"What about me?" Zhongli seemed worried that the traveler would really fly away immediately, so he took a small step forward, closing the distance between the two.

Under the moonlight, his eyes appeared exceptionally deep, clearly reflecting the traveler's figure: "Won't you leave me a few words of farewell? So that in the future... when I miss you, I'll have something to rely on."

"Huh?" The traveler deliberately feigned an exaggerated expression of confusion, even taking two steps back towards the edge of the cliff to create distance between them, trying hard to suppress the urge to laugh: "Between us, is there some... special relationship where we have to exchange a few words?"

As expected, the result was as predicted.

The traveler was instantly enveloped in a firm, warm embrace.

The rich sandalwood scent, mixed with a subtle tea aroma, enveloped her completely.

“Of course.” Zhongli’s arms were wrapped tightly around her, and his deep voice sounded close to her ear: “She is different from others.”

This was a mess. The traveler was being held so tightly he could barely breathe, and knew that unless he said something decent, the man probably wouldn't let go easily.

"Hey! You've broken the guarantee! Article 3: You're not allowed to touch me without permission!" She immediately brought out the "weapon" she had just signed to protest.

A very soft laugh came from above, and his chest trembled slightly.

"That contract..." Zhongli replied unhurriedly, "The effective date of the agreement is tomorrow. Today is not yet within its scope."

Damn it! He's tampered with the terms again!

“…Alright, alright.” She sighed in resignation, softening her tone: “See you in Fontainebleau, Mr. Zhongli.”

This should be alright, this can be considered a more formal farewell.

"Not enough." His arms around her showed no sign of loosening, and he whispered in her ear, "Think again."

Has he finally reached 'adulthood' (for immortal beings, this point in time may indeed be difficult to define) and entered his so-called 'heat cycle'? He's so clingy and difficult to deal with!

If I don't satisfy him tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to get away.

She turned her head helplessly, her lips close to his ear. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then finally, in a tone much more serious than before, devoid of any playfulness or petulance, she softly, word by word, uttered that farewell whisper:

(Interactive segment – ​​please write your farewell message here…)

“Ah…” A satisfied sigh escaped from Zhongli’s throat.

His tense arms finally relaxed, giving her room to breathe and move.

He looked down at her, his gaze gentle, and finally said that she could leave: "If you don't like the inns in Fontaine, or the food doesn't suit your taste, you can 'go home' for a few days anytime. I will remember to replenish the supplies in the pot."

"Home?" The traveler was slightly taken aback.

Does he mean... Chenge Pot?

Just then, a sudden sea breeze swept up from below the cliff, filling the traveler's already unfolded wind wings and generating a powerful lift that lifted the unsuspecting traveler off the ground.

"Ah!" the traveler cried out, losing his balance.

Fortunately, Zhongli reacted very quickly. Almost the instant the wind picked up, he reached out again and firmly grabbed her arm, keeping her firmly in place and preventing the mischievous wind from actually sweeping her into the night sky.

After calming down a bit, the traveler looked at his wings fluttering in the wind, then at Zhongli's tightly clenched hand, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

"Alright, let go now." The traveler laughed. "Looks like even the wind is urging me to leave."

Zhongli remained silent for a few seconds, and finally, very slowly, little by little, loosened his fingers. The traveler's hand also slowly slid out of his warm palm as he loosened his grip.

When the wind wings were lifted up by the airflow again, taking her several feet off the ground, the traveler adjusted her balance, turned around, faced Zhongli who was still standing on the edge of the cliff, and waved vigorously at him.

Then, without looking back, she skillfully maneuvered her wings, taking advantage of the wind, and glided towards the lights of Hailu Harbor, which were protected by countless curtains of water.

All I could hear was the whistling wind, the roaring water, and the excited pounding of my heart as I headed to my next travel destination.

When she was completely freed from the dry, warm embrace of the desert and immersed in the moist, cool air of the sea, she clearly realized that she had left Mount Sumeru.

Before her eyes, the endless, enormous waterfall cascading from the sky was like the most magnificent stage curtain, slowly closing, bringing the final curtain to the long, tortuous, and cyclical grand drama she had experienced in Sumeru.

Goodbye, land of wisdom and rainforest.

Sumeru, until we meet again.

To the friends I met here and fought alongside... I look forward to meeting you all again in the future.

Adjusting their direction, the traveler slowly descended towards the increasingly clear outline of Hailu Harbor.

Fontaine, the land of water, a new stage.

I am back.

Five hundred years.

The world changes.

Navigette.

Five hundred years have passed. Do you still remember that traveler who left an insignificant mark on your long life?