Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

But before Yao could take action, he felt a warning from "the world". At the same time, Wutong also noticed a very unpleasant gaze. The rock seal on the back of his neck began to feel hot. He subconsciously trembled and grasped the fabric of Yao's back.

"Huh." Yao frowned and stopped. Like a father holding his little daughter, he bent down and held Wutong in his arms, patted her on the back, and glanced at the broken barrier, the rolling waves, and the unknown monster: "Be lucky, she is more important than you. A lot."

Otherwise, he wouldn't care if the world exploded. It would be terrible to lose a child. He actually had the nerve to warn him, steal his child and even try to reason with him.

Then he left without looking back.

Along the way, Wutong lay on Yao's shoulder and did not dare to raise his head. When the vague feeling of gaze disappeared and the rock mark on the back of his neck was no longer hot, he sniffed and came out to breathe fresh air.

When the cold air stimulated his brain, he suddenly realized that he was now being held in Mr. Yao's arms like a child. The whole person is like a mushroom cloud steaming.

"You have a fever? It's as hot as a hot water bottle. Are you uncomfortable?" Yao put the little girl down in a sheltered place, and touched her forehead. ask.

The moment his feet stepped on the ground, they were still a little weak. Wutong felt the palms attached to his forehead, and even his face, which had turned pale after losing too much blood, turned red involuntarily.

Yao was very worried and asked again: "It's been raining so heavily and my hands were icy to the touch just now. Is there a hospital here? Let's go and see."

Afraid that her husband would really misunderstand, Wutong lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, shaking his head: "No, I'm not uncomfortable."

She was born with a low body temperature and had no dizziness or fatigue. Now that she is in good health, she can even punch to death the troublemakers in the sea.

She really didn't have any problems, and she was very happy in her heart. She was so happy that she wanted to run around Liyue Harbor while yelling. His body was shaking because of excitement, and his body temperature was hot because he was in close contact with Mr. Yao, whom he admired and respected.

The voice started to tremble for some reason: "I... there is no problem... I, I... am fine."

It turns out that Mr. Yao is actually a dragon, with crystal clear dragon horns, sharp eyes, and a mane and tail that looks good to the touch. The scales on her arms are so beautiful, the smell of peony on her body is just right, and her hair is so soft.

"Really...really good..."

Mr. Yao's hands are so warm, his embrace is so warm, the sound of his heart that beats like his own is so nice, his appearance is familiar, and his voice is familiar.

"..." It was clear that he was no longer exposed to the rain. The raindrops blowing in from under the eaves were blocked by Yao who was standing outside. But the tears overflowing from Wutong's fingers still fell to the ground.

She didn't know why, she seemed aggrieved. But she couldn't tell what she felt wronged about.

just like.

I worked hard outside for a year and walked for a long time to make a living. I have messed up some things clumsily, and I have also encountered terrible things. There is confusion and confusion, envy and relief.

Those festivals that have never been announced can only be celebrated in the impression by relying on festivals similar to Tivatri. If you really don’t have it, just cook a sumptuous meal that day and say congratulations silently in your heart.

Even the old memories that were covered with a thick layer of dust ran out of my mind. It's like being alone in the hospital for infusion after getting sick, or being so busy that you feel dizzy and eating cold takeaway food alone in a room with no power. I also encountered an annoying boss. After working overtime, I couldn't get a car back to the rental house when I came out, and it rained as hard as now.

The pain and joy suddenly exceeded what she originally remembered.

But now.

Now she no longer has to count the days to go to sleep, and she no longer has to fiddle with the almost torn calendar hanging on the wall.

The scroll on which the names of gentlemen can be written is like a ticket.

A ticket for her to go home for the Chinese New Year.

In the days approaching, she imagined where she would take her husband when he arrived. Where to see the scenery, which street to visit, and what special snacks to treat your husband to. Maybe she can tell her husband about her hero-like feat of saving the world at the port, or she can show him the albums and peripherals she uses to make money.

She also practiced several specialty dishes over and over again. Although they were not as delicious as the Manchu-Han banquet, they were still popular in restaurants.

There are home-cooked dishes, and there are also different flavors that belong to Teyvat.

but.

Waiting is really tiring. Therefore, when she rushed towards the haven she had been waiting for, her eyes were blurred by longing.

Looking at the child crying in front of him, Yao was glad that he did not wait for the so-called summons. It turned out that it was this child who suddenly appeared in the snowfield and held his hand. At that time, he thought it was some birch forest spirit over there or some undead spirit resurrected.

So, he showed up very late, how could it be later?

Where will it be good? Where will everything be fine?

When he came, what he clearly saw was a figure who was stubborn and refused to retreat in the face of the giant. A tiny girl, no bigger than his collarbone. The wrist held in the palm was thin and cold, and his face was pale from the cold wind and rain. When he held it, it weighed less than a bag of rice. The bones are all so painful that it hurts.

"Thank you for your hard work, my little girl." Yao did not hesitate to hug her into his arms and said softly, "I'm right here."

Wutong grabbed the hem of Yao's clothes. From silent tears, it slowly turned into whimpering. He didn't care about the issue of whether it was embarrassing or not. Anyway, there was no one near Guyun Pavilion.

"My little girl is so awesome. So now you can cry loudly. You don't have to worry about the rules or any baggage. Your Mr. Yao has found you."

She no longer has to laugh at herself or comfort herself. It won't hurt to act coquettishly and make children lose their tempers here at the moment. It doesn't hurt to take a break from the busy schedule to take a breather. She was working hard to fulfill the promises she made with Mr. Zhe, slowing down, and no longer doing anything to hurt herself just to get home.

"You are never alone. You don't have to force yourself or feel embarrassed. Your family is here. If you feel tired, you can lean on it to rest or want a hug."

Fortunately, she never gave up. Even if she fell into the mud, she would still get up. Fortunately, she was still her, and she didn't look like her husband's child at all because she was in a different world. Fortunately, she is trying to love, love this new world, and love these people who love her, whether it is friendship, family, or love.

"gentlemen..."

She has arrived at the station and is reunited with her family.

Wutong tightened his grip and let go of Yao's clothes, his sobs gradually becoming smaller.

This year, she can smile and talk to her husband.

"I'm glad to see you, and I really miss you."