Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Different from the restless fire and death, the moment Nanke broke into the starry sky gate, a breath of tranquility and peace hit his face.

Lighter than the fragrance of flowers, lighter than the breeze.

But the next moment, Nanke couldn't make any progress.

Invisible boundaries began to separate from her arms.

Because she holds in her arms a relic from the old world that she should not step into that starry sky.

Nanke bit his lip in despair.

Tears burst down her cheeks and into the corners of her lips.

"Why is this..." Nanke cried, lowering his head and looking at his arms.

The young man's jawline is delicate and quiet, his neck is soft and receding, and his purple hair is soft and scattered.

Because it touches her big drops of tears, swaying gently.

How could this be?

Just want to survive.

I just want to live peacefully, peacefully and plainly like the creatures in any other corner of the universe.

Even this small amount of rights is stingy in being given to them.

The starry sky...the mother who gave birth to countless lives, the mother of all incomprehensible rules.

Is there really no... not even the slightest bit of pity?

"one person……"

A low and long inhuman voice echoed, and the sea of ​​fire swayed.

Nanke raised his tearful eyes.

The sea of ​​stars is peaceful and peaceful.

In a tone as slow as an echo, he expressed his preference for children: "One person."

Nanke whimpered and burst into laughter.

Sure enough... the sea of ​​stars, believed by countless beings, indeed has a will.

The formidable dragon skeleton behind her hung low, as if deep in an invisible rich swamp, and every inch of her approach became sluggish.

Full of gratitude and piety, Nanke stepped back from the door.

Translucent wings glowed and burned behind her.

Nanke lowered his head, his fingertips fell between the collarbones of the skirmishers, and slid down.

Actually I can't remember... but his chest was so broken, like a white porcelain doll full of cracks.

With a little patience and a little observation, you can accurately touch his heart.

"The country collapsed."

The snow globe was only the size of a palm. Nanke embedded it into Linglong's heart. It fit so perfectly that he couldn't help but caress it carefully.

"I've always wanted to give you a heart, but it seems... I've always failed."

"...You probably won't like this one either."

She had imagined how he would take it out when he woke up and throw it to the ground without mercy.

But Nanke can never do it perfectly.

She also has too many weak points, places that she cannot be honest about.

……So be it.

If she is like this, she deserves to be favored.

Nanke pushed the skirmisher to the other side of the door.

Watch him and pray.

Until the straggler statue rode the current and passed through the door safely, the big stone hanging in Nanke's heart finally fell.

The door that only allowed her to pass through not long ago turned to reject her, covered and sealed by layers of flowing colors like star sand, obliterating the brilliance on the other side.

Nanke pressed his palms against the closed door, curled up deeply and lowered his head, seeing his tears falling one after another in the swaying field of vision.

"It hurts so much..." she murmured.

The pain of being burned alive was already numb, but for some reason, it multiplied and returned with a vengeance at the moment when she lowered her guard.

Appealing to pain is not allowed.

I don’t know who taught her this, but it is engraved in Nanke’s bones.

But it seemed like someone had encouraged her. It was okay to be vulnerable.

Who is it?

Is it the collapse of the country?

Is it Niwa?

Or someone else?

Feeling sour and sad, Nanke suddenly bit his lower lip to suppress the cry that escaped without permission in his throat.

The continuous roar behind her suddenly amplified countless times, hitting her eardrums from a short distance away, and the black air blew the ends of her hair.

Nanke's shoulders shrank and he let out a choked sob.

Then Nanke heard other sounds.

Like the wind blowing through the layers of leaves.

Like a snow-white tide flooding the beach.

Tiny rustling, noisy.

Every time it rings, it cleanses her.

Nanke gradually became less entangled and shed tears whenever he wanted.

It just hurts.

Why... the person who always ignores reason to protect her... doesn't come?

Ah...who is it...

"The country collapsed..." Nanke murmured, looking at the door he was leaning on.

By the way, he's on the other side.

She still remembers.

He can't come over.

Nor could she go to him.

Because that’s what I seem to have decided.

but……

"It hurts..."

"so afraid……"

The consciousness is washed away little by little.

The vision loses color, leaving only black and white.

All she knew was that there was a huge, terrifying monster behind her.

It was so scary that she didn't even dare to look back.

"It's so cold..."

She couldn't tell whether it was because she was too cold or because the pain had long since drained her of her strength.

The body cannot move.

There were flames all around.

Some feathers scattered in the fire, like untimely snow in the middle of the night, which melted and disappeared in the fire after drifting far away.

Nanke followed them with her eyes, moved, and suddenly realized that they came from a pair of burning white wings, connected to her back. It was these wings that made her cry in pain.

Countless white feathers were peeled off in the burning, and the shape of the wings gradually became no longer complete.

It was like her thoughts had been wiped out and faded.

Nanke gathered it, wrapped his body with it, and hugged it tightly.

Trying to delay its disappearance even a little bit.

Suddenly, Nanke sniffed and raised his wet and heavy eyelashes.

"Hey……"

By some strange coincidence, she was deeply drowned in pain and despair. She couldn't help but look at the door in front of her. This door she could never pass through.

Asking weakly,

"Is anyone... here?"