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

This long kiss gave the traveler a suffocating feeling; if she hadn't been tormented by school and work for so long, she would have already succumbed to it.

Reality was not easy. Instead of indulging in his embrace, she took the opportunity to use the secret technique that Changsheng had taught her.

*

The traveler stands on barren land, searching for a broken soul.

Before her was a faintly lit star, riddled with cracks, from which tiny grains of sand slid down.

Embrace the stars, and fill the void little by little with the light of your own life.

*

Rock element light particles filled the space.

The forces of harmony exchange with each other.

As the red blood vessels faded and his golden pupils returned to their purity, his lips left the traveler.

The secret technique also ceased.

"Whoosh..."

The traveler was able to catch his breath.

"Are you feeling better?" the traveler asked Zhongli.

He seemed not to hear the traveler's words and looked at the traveler without any reaction.

"Zhongli?" The traveler sensed something was wrong and planned to use his secret technique again to slowly approach...

The predicted trajectory was wrong, and the traveler did not succeed.

Zhongli would let her succeed again, holding her with the force he wanted to meld her into his body, pressing her head against his shoulder.

Harsh measures are usually a last resort.

Faced with an enemy with whom communication is impossible, this is the only tactic that can be used.

The traveler was not an enemy but a friend, yet he went against his plans.

Not easy to handle.

What should we do with her?

Everything went smoothly at the beginning, or rather, too smoothly.

When she returned, she was no longer as obedient as before.

What happened during this period?

Who told her a part of the truth?

Is it the law of nature? Or the people of her world?

Why does she care about this world on the verge of the apocalypse?

"Leave now, traveler."

"I reject."

His behavior is so contradictory. He tells me to leave, but why is he still holding me so tightly?

Do you want me to beg you to leave?

Do you think I'll leave just because you beg me?

"You really don't want to leave?"

"Don't go!"

“Miss Traveler, I can’t argue with you.” He sighed, picked up the traveler from the ground, and walked towards the stone coffin.

"What do you want to do?" The traveler guessed his intentions, but still wanted to take a gamble.

She bet that Zhong Li wouldn't take her with him when he died.

"Are you scared now?" His faint smile instilled fear in people, revealing a heart full of honeyed words and a treacherous nature.

"Not afraid."

"500 years ago, the calamity of Kanria swept across the entire Teyvat. The Yaksha Fushe, a subordinate of the Geo Archon, led his troops to guard this place and has not returned since. In order to save Liyue from disaster, his body and soul were buried deep in this pit."

"The same is true of the Thousand Rock Army who guarded this place with him. Now it is time for their souls to return to their homeland and be reincarnated." He stood in the stone coffin and began to tell the story.

"You intend to use the power of the divine throne to seal this place and release the undead trapped here?" the traveler revealed his motive.

“And at the same time, power will be returned to the earth,” Zhongli added.

"So I should leave. While reason can still hold back the wear and tear."

"There must be another way!" Travelers hate people who talk about death all the time.

I can say it myself, but you can't!

Yes. We both know it.

This method involves making the traveler bear all the burdens.

"That's much better than us all dying here."

Trying to scare me!

“You come from a world beyond my reach, you will be fine. The aftershocks of the fall of the Insect Demon God did not harm you in the slightest, only I have left.”

The traveler struggled to break free from his restraints, but the bronze chains above her bound her hands and feet.

Due to the limitations of elemental power, even with all its might, only a few scattered particles of light could be emitted.

The chains were not undamaged either, showing signs of rust.

If a traveler is determined to break free from its constraints, it will only take some time.

However, there were not just one bronze chain in the tomb, but thousands of them.

"Originally, I had made thorough preparations for myself, but unexpectedly, you became the unexpected change in the room."

He wanted the traveler to see him leave.

If the traveler does not agree.

"Is this also the punishment of eating rocks? Isn't it only punished once?"

"No, the right of interpretation belongs to the rule-makers."

Is there any room for negotiation?

"Traveler, our world is but a dream to you."

"It's time to wake up from the dream."

He gave the traveler no chance to react as the nail fell.

The world returned to peace, and the passage of time slowed down considerably.

The traveler looked up at the long nail that was so close by, but he couldn't bear to see it disappear, so he closed his eyes tightly.

Am I really powerless?

"Ouch!"

The sadness was only halfway through when the traveler fell outside the stone coffin.

The pain was excruciating, and the height was similar to the upper bunk of a bunk bed.

It has ended?

The traveler dared not open his eyes.

I was afraid he was no longer here.

"Who are you?" A familiar voice rang out from above, but with a hint of indifference and distance.

He's still here...

what happened?

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Zhongli standing motionless in front of the traveler, his eyes deep red, the long nail frozen in place by his elemental power.

The wear and tear finally swallowed up reason, leaving little memory.

"I……"

The traveler, wrapped in bronze chains like a dumpling, lay at his feet, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Zhongli, oh Zhongli, didn't you consider other possibilities? For example, what if you lost control while I was bound by the bronze chains...?

There's no need to worry about his condition anymore; it's better to worry about your own safety first...

“I am your friend, my name is Traveler,” she said, feigning innocence.

"Friend?" He raised an eyebrow and squatted down beside the traveler. "Your body is covered with my elemental marks, yet you say you are my friend?"

"Hehehe..." The traveler laughed awkwardly.

I don't know what our relationship is.

At least the relationship isn't officially confirmed yet.

"Hmm..." Before the traveler could think of what lie to tell him, his fingers brushed against the traveler's lips.

"The most remains are found here."

That doesn't seem right; that's not his personality.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked with great interest.

"Zhongli?" the traveler tried calling him, attempting to recall something.

“My other name? I seem to have many names, but my current name is Morax.” He frowned and thought for a while before finally saying a name.

"Morax?"

He wouldn't... not remember anything about the name Zhongli, would he?

The traveler was pinched on both cheeks and could no longer speak.

“And you can only call me—the Rock Demon God.” His eyes were youthful and impetuous, unrestrained, without a trace of Zhongli’s composure and maturity.

"You're a demon god too?"

“Oh, that’s right…” the traveler replied incoherently.

"A person?" He looked the traveler up and down.

"Mmm..." the traveler nodded.

"A little liar." He laughed dismissively.

That makes sense. Do humans really need to be chained up by him with bronze chains that suppress elemental power?

"What does 'spicy' feel like?" the traveler asked him directly.

“You…” Fragments of thoughts flashed through his mind.

She leaned on him drunk, she held his hand amidst the crowd, feeling uneasy and jostled, she slept on his bed, she offered him peace of mind, and she stood on the array, about to leave.

The answer is obvious.

"You are my wife."