Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 343: I want to explain but I have forgotten the words

The dusk fell like silk, and stars lit up in the sky one after another, like silver coins scattered by the wind god, embellishing the deep night sky of Mondstadt. When Lin Huan returned in the dim lights, Ying was leaning against the oak window frame, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the white porcelain teacup. The amber tea reflected a half-moon, as if it was filled with a broken dream. Paimon curled up on the cushion and dozed off, his little head nodding with his breathing, like a sleepy sparrow, occasionally making a few vague sleep murmurs.

"The night dew is cold, why don't you go and rest?" Lin Huan took off the tasseled shawl and gently covered Paimeng with it. The shawl was embroidered with Liyue's cloud pattern, and it glowed a faint green under the candlelight.

Paimeng grabbed a corner of the shawl in a daze, mumbling with a nasal tone: "Waiting for you... Every time you suddenly disappear, you must be going to a very far place... So many times!" She suddenly sat up straight as if awakened, and grabbed Lin Huan's sleeve with sleepy eyes: "You are leaving again this time, right!"

Lin Huan laughed and brushed Paimon's upturned hair with his fingertips: "We are just going back to Liyue to count some goods. It will take three to five days at the fastest..." He was interrupted by Ying before he could finish his words.

The bottom of the celadon cup hit the wooden table, making a clear sound. Ying looked up, the moonlight condensed into two silver pools in her eyes, her gaze was as sharp as a sword: "You who even borrowed the new menu of Wanmin Hall for three days, are you suddenly in a hurry to go back to take inventory?"

Wan Ye gently closed the folding fan, and the gilded ginkgo leaf pattern on the fan ribs flickered in the candlelight, like flowing gold sand. He smiled slightly, his tone gentle but somewhat tentative: "Miss Lin, I am sorry that you are leaving so hastily before I can properly thank you for inviting me to the Wind and Flower Festival."

Lin Huan chuckled, her fingertips gently caressing the edge of the teacup, the warmth of the tea transmitted to her fingertips through the porcelain wall: "I am rude, inviting you from afar, but I failed to fulfill my duty as a host. But -" She raised her eyes, a sly look flashed in her eyes, "But you, it's rare for you to come to Mondstadt, why don't you stay a few more days and taste Xiangling's new dishes for me. She has recently researched a lot of delicacies that combine Liyue and Mondstadt. It would be a pity if you missed it."

Wan Ye nodded, but his eyes did not leave her face, as if he wanted to see a clue from her calm expression: "In that case, I will respectfully obey your command. But--" He paused, with a meaningful tone, "Miss Lin, are you really returning to Liyue just to take care of business this time?"

Lin Huan picked up the teapot and refilled everyone's cups. The mist blurred her brows and concealed the complex emotions that flashed across her eyes: "You guys - you are just settling some old scores, but you make it sound like you are going to explore the secret realm of the abyss alone." As she spoke, the tea was poured into the cups, creating ripples that startled the moon reflected in the water.

After a pause, Lin Huan looked around the room but did not see Xiangling. He thought she had gone out to collect folk songs again, so he looked at Ying and whispered, "As for Xiangling, when she comes back, tell her for me that I am going back to Liyue and ask her not to wait. Her cooking skills are getting better and better. I am still thinking about what amazing new dishes she can make next time. Tell her not to be lazy, because I will come back to inspect the results."

Wendy climbed up the beam without knowing when. The bluebird formed by the wind element was playing with his poet's hat in its mouth, and the fluttering of its wings scattered stars. He plucked the sky harp casually, and the strings trembled and scattered notes like stardust. The song was brisk but with a hint of imperceptible melancholy: "Girl who travels far away~ When you pass through the golden wheat waves, don't forget to bring a bunch of Cecilia~"

Lin Huan raised her glass to greet the moonlight; the jade bracelet and porcelain cup clinked against each other, and the clear sound was like flowing mountain spring water: "To the bright moon, to the fresh breeze, and to...see you later." Her voice was soft, but with unquestionable firmness, as if she was making a promise that could not be fulfilled.

The windbells outside the window suddenly rustled, startling a few butterflies perched on the grape trellis. Ying looked at the scattered points of light, and vaguely felt that Lin Huan's figure was about to turn into one of them, dissipating among the mountains of Liyue with the night wind. She subconsciously reached out her hand, but only touched a piece of cold air.

Wan Ye put away his folding fan, followed Lin Huan's departing figure, and whispered to himself: "When the wind blows, the fallen leaves will always return to their roots. Miss Lin, I hope you have a safe and smooth journey."