"I'm right here." Wutong looked at Kong who turned over and clamped down on him, calmly, with a smile on his face, and indulgence.

The pupils of the person above him contracted for a moment, and there were flashes of struggle, sadness, and joy inside. Finally it was covered up and became invisible. It seemed that there was a layer of fog, and he was careful to put her away and look at her from a distance. The shadowy shadow of that unknown dream never left and came back with a vengeance. The world was destroyed in the so-called end-of-life process, and Sora was alone and silent.

Or maybe I don’t know where to start.

Ah, how should I express it? Let you know that I am not born perfect, I am not invincible or strong and unyielding, I burst into tears and imagined that there is a tower standing in the dawn when I am lost. I embraced my untouchable heroism, considered myself romantic, and hit the wall on a road full of pessimism.

"You are in my utopia."

In the tower of my beautiful dreams.

Perhaps the tall tower and Kong's long golden hair falling in front of her eyes at this moment highly overlapped with the content of a certain fairy tale. Wutong suddenly chuckled: "If you really can't sleep, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"

"..." Sora closed his eyes and opened them again. After releasing the pressure, he let go of his hand and leaned forward to touch the other person's soft lips. There was no lingering, just like a dragonfly touching water, he pecked and whispered in a low voice: "Okay, I do."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Wutong happily sat up and pointed his fingers to instruct the other party to return the pillow that had been thrown away at the beginning, and put it behind his waist to lean against the head of the bed. Then he cleared his throat and started telling the story of Rapunzel to a guy who was buried under the quilt and wanted to hug and hold hands.

My love.

I'm always learning. Learn how to love a life and how to respond to the love from life. I am not smart but I am always learning. Someone taught me to cherish those things that really touch my heart, to embrace those things that make me passionate and happy, and to speak freely about those things that make me admire and stop from the bottom of my heart.

Until the last moment of this dull life.

I often hear old people lament that time is hard to keep. But time also cannot keep itself. One day, time will grow old, and death is the destination of all things. This is the admonishment given to me by the sword of Damocles hanging above my head since I was a child.

and so.

Don't be afraid, Sora. Even if the world declares that I will die tomorrow. I sincerely hope that you and I can feel fulfilled in our lives so far without any regrets.

Now you are tossing and turning, thinking about it, is it because you still have regrets in your dreams?

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"Traveler and Miss Wutong, just in time, I have a message from your friend." As soon as he entered Mondstadt City and planned to go to Sister Sarah's place to eat some specialties, he was stopped by Catherine from the Adventurers Association.

Paimon became interested: "A message? It's so rare. Who could it be?"

A new day, a new commission. It has been almost two weeks since the last time I caught a fish in a bottle. After strolling up and down Daozhu, the three of them also took a trip to Big Dipper's Death Omen star and returned to Liyue from Daozhu. Back in Liyue, the Southern Cross fleet had to stop for a rest after being out for a long time.

I'm not sure when the new island holiday will come, but I always feel that I should take some time off. It just so happened that they were also going to go back to Mondstadt. It would be great if it happened by chance, so Wutong casually mentioned to Wanyu when he got off the boat, do you want to go to Mondstadt for fun?

Manyo thought for a while and agreed. When he said goodbye last time, he told the two of them that where he wanted to go next would depend on which way the wind blew. And his wind blew the rice wife and the Liyue, and blew it back and forth on the sea. It’s time to blow further afield.

Originally, Manyo agreed to accompany Wutong and Wutong was not too hopeful, but when Catherine took out a piece of paper from the drawer and read out the message she wanted to convey to them, she was convinced.

"My beloved minister, I hope you will notice that the silver thread of destiny is entangled around you. The Great Fantasy Forest... hmm? The eyes of the forest and all things... will be watching you..."

"..." Catherine stopped halfway through reading and looked at the four people in front of her with incomprehension but respect.

Paimon looked helplessly at the two adults at home: "..."

Wutong: "..."

null:"......"

Maplehara Manyo: "..."

"Sorry, there are rarely things that are so difficult to read. I can't read them smoothly. Are you sure you want to continue listening?" Catherine rubbed the paper in her hands in embarrassment.

This is Fischer's message...

After receiving Paimon's "What to do" look, Kong rubbed his chin and put his hands on his hips rebelliously: "I want to hear it all."

"I will watch you enter the supreme royal city located in the pure land of the night. Come and see me quickly, swear to me in the name of consecration, and go with me to the bottom of the world." Catherine was very dedicated and picked up the note again and spoke to meet the demand. : "Anyway, Miss Fischer left this message and asked the three of you to go to the square in front of the church. When you are free, go there to find her."

It seems that you can't eat dishes that require a long wait. Fortunately, Manyo didn't mind. It was a long time anyway, so I could come back later.

Paimon took the packaged potato pancakes. The crispy golden outer shell was just fried and soaked in tomato sauce. The soft and glutinous inner core was so hot when he took a bite that it was enough to fry it again in his mouth: "Uh-huh... The content of the message is so abstract, but the request is so specific... I don’t know when the message was left... I hope she didn’t have to wait too long.”

Come to the square in front of the church. In addition to Fischer who was waiting, he discovered that Mona was also there.

Fischer, who noticed the visitor, suddenly raised his hand to cover the eye that was not covered by the blindfold, and chuckled twice: "Are you here? My most loyal servant."

——Miss Fischer, the investigator of the Mondstadt Adventurers Association, is a little difficult to understand, but if you really don’t understand what she means, you can directly ask her companion Mr. Oz.

Wutong said this to Manyo on the way here.

Mona held her forehead and sighed: "Just now, I called someone else a retainer, and now I'm calling them a retinue...Huh? Is this person behind you...?"

Wutong and Fischer were old acquaintances, so they knew how to blend seamlessly into each other's way of speaking. After thinking for a while, they deliberately introduced: "He is a legendary ronin samurai from Inazuma. He is highly skilled in martial arts and swings his sword like lightning. , possesses power that ordinary people cannot imagine.”

"...?" Maplehara Manyo turned his head and looked over, with confusion in his smile, but he tried his best not to say anything, and said: "My name, Maplehara Manyo, is from Inazuma. It's an honor to meet you. It's not like what Wutong said. I'm just a passerby, nothing special, nothing special, not worth mentioning."

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