【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The girl has learned to live well alone.

She could go to clean up monsters with Keli in the morning, and occasionally meet Yula on patrol, and then make an appointment with her to go to the pub for a drink in the afternoon.

The frequency of letters from Abedo was about three times a week, and she always had plenty of time to reply.

I heard that thanks to Kaia's efforts, Duyun was already full when Abedo rushed there, and his whole body turned into a rich purple color, even more thunder slime than lightning slime. A knight from the second team even saw it late at night. I almost got rid of it as a monster.

I heard that Duoyun missed her very much and was very smart. Sometimes she had to rely on Kaiya to use the girl's trust to coerce it into doing its job. Abedo said that Duoyun always seemed to know before he did that the girl had sent a letter.

Her "illness" is probably only one step away from being cured.

She tried to find any trace of Wendy, but he left nothing.

Forget it, it's just a matter of waiting for him again.

It's not like he left nothing behind. At least the blood stains on the white dress couldn't be washed away by the girl.

The girl was a little busy, so the knights always asked her to help. Captain Qin once offered to let her join, but she refused.

"My family is quite special. I will give you an answer after I finish taking care of my family affairs."

The girl said so.

On this day, the knights held a small meeting. After the meeting, Keli took the girl to clean up the monsters and found a piece of silt. After absorbing the siltation, she went to the tavern as promised, found Yora in the corner, and picked up the wine she ordered.

If I really want to talk about something special, Mr. Diluc is on duty today.

"You don't want me to send you back? This hatred..."

The girl smiled and pushed Yula's back: "I will take revenge tomorrow! Should I make shaved ice for you? I can try making it with wine."

"Hmph...you need to put a lot more syrup."

"it is good."

The girl waved her hand to Youla, then turned and opened the door of the tavern.

Diluc subconsciously raised his head when he heard the sound of the door opening, and saw the girl standing there at the junction of the quiet moonlight and the dim light.

He stopped wiping the wine glass and wanted to lower his head to avoid her sight, but found that she was walking straight towards him.

"Master Diluc," the girl sat on the long chair in front of the bar, "I want a drink - Death in the Afternoon?"

"This is not something you can drink-"

As he spoke, Diluc raised his head and looked directly into the girl's smiling eyes.

Clear and cunning, like a fox who has stolen a chick, or like a hare before starting in the tortoise and hare race.

"Are you willing to talk to me, Master Diluc?"

The girl's chin rested on the palm of her hand, her five fingers resting lightly on her face. The fingers of her other hand tapped the bar counter rhythmically, but it slowly disturbed Diluc's heartbeat.

"Were you injured in the pub today?"

"Dark-night-hero-"

The girl's voice was very soft when she said this, and it had a long, alluring sound.

"Boom".

A cup of light brown liquid was placed in front of the girl, with a layer of fine and dense milk foam on top. It had been roasted by a gun, exuding a burnt sweetness.

"Rizhao Xueding, I invite you."

After doing this, Diluc turned his back and pretended to organize the shelves - in fact, the shelves were neat and orderly and meticulous.

The girl sipped the glass of wine carefully, but her eyes were not directed at Diluc.

"Actually, you're not angry with me, are you?"

"Because Yura is Yura, and Lawrence is Lawrence."

"..."

Diluc turned around and put his hands on the bar: "What do you want to say?"

"When Mondstadt's matter is resolved, I may have to return to Solstice."

Diluc was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask something, but in the end he just said a dull "hmm".

Sensing Diluc's depression, the girl inexplicably stretched out her fingers, pressed one corner of Diluc's lips, and gently pulled it up: "Don't you ask me why?"

The dim light was far inferior to the brilliance of the girl's eyes. Diluc was so distracted that he forgot to react.

"Because I am who I am, and the Queen of Winter is the Queen of Winter."

The girl retracted her hand and turned her gaze to the ancient wood grain of the bar: "Diluc, do you...understand?"

He understands.

He had understood this truth a long time ago, but the girl in front of him seemed completely unaware of the source of the gap between them.

She may have an endless lifespan, but she has not yet experienced the separation brought by the end of her lifespan.

Therefore, the pain that should have been endured by the Immortal Seed has now become a depression in the heart of a mortal.

It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages——

Likewise, it was his instinct to hope that she would suffer less pain.

Determined to hide his thoughts to the end, Diluc pursed his lips tightly, as if he was thinking about whether it was appropriate to say the next words.

"Will you come back to Mondstadt?"

"What I said before always stands true."

——There will always be a room for you in Chenxi Winery.

The meaning of this sentence is never that the girl occupies a room in the Dawn Winery.

Instead, you always have a fallback path called "Diluc".

Diluc stared at the girl. He didn't know what reaction he wanted to see.

I want to see her happy, I want to see her lonely, I want to see her start to recall the past, but I don't want her to indulge in it.

There doesn’t have to be too many people left in the past.

Is this considered a reconciliation?

The girl drank a lot of wine at Diluc's place, and she was a little drunk.

She doesn't hate drinking, but she doesn't like the feeling of being hungover, so she's always very measured.

But I don’t know why, sitting across from Diluc today, I just want to have a drink, and another drink.

This is probably what it feels like to have found a very precious treasure, right?

Turn the key slightly and push the door open.

The hazy moonlight was difficult to illuminate when she was drunk. The girl pressed her palm against the cold wall, but she couldn't find the switch. She mumbled a few times with some dissatisfaction, then gave up looking for the switch and bent down to change the switch. shoe.

The heels fell from low altitude, making a dull sound. The girl opened the shoe cabinet, but she couldn't find the slippers she had put away in the morning.

Forget it.

The white soles of her feet felt a bit cool when they stepped on the marble floor. The skin pressed against the ground and then separated, making a slight tearing sound, which was particularly noticeable in the house.

so quiet.

It was so quiet that she could hear laughter in the distance.

For some reason, the girl felt a little empty in her heart.

She wasn't panicking, it was just emptiness, an endless nothingness and an extremely illusory feeling of weightlessness that would make her temporarily forget where she was now.

Even though this day was fulfilling enough, when she returned to solitude and returned to the empty house, she still felt a little lonely.

Or rather lonely.

Holding on to the wall, I walked upstairs, lit the lamp in front of my desk, dipped in ink, and wrote four words on the unfolded letter paper:

"I miss you so much."