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

Walking down the castle tower, the streets of Inazuma Castle were rarely deserted, leaving only the fine early sunshine and the calm wind spreading on the stone bricks.

The skirmishers walked in front, silently, as if they were worried, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

Nanke looked at his heels, hesitated for a while, and said, "Why don't you say hello to Ying?"

"No need. She owes it to someone else."

"But……"

Nanke hesitated to speak.

"Did you rest last night?" The soldier suddenly changed the topic.

"Ah."

"It's getting cooler at night."

"It's fine in the castle tower."

"what do you want to eat?"

After being asked this question, Nan Ke dullly touched his stomach, which was also dull, and found that his stomach was empty and hungry.

"I cooked porridge at home," the soldier said again, slowing down his pace and looking at her, "Do you want to go back to eat?"

Xi Wei's purple eyes are deep and glued, staring at the surrounding scenery and her shadow, like a water-blasted painting covered with transparent glass.

Nanke's heart moved slightly: "...Okay."

When I got home, not only was the aroma of food filling the room, but even the dusty floors and furniture had been swept spotlessly clean.

When Nanke came out after washing up, the skirmishers were bending over and placing steaming breakfast on the table.

Breakfast for one person is neatly displayed on one side of the table.

On the other side is the lacquer box that Ayato Kamisato bought from Ms. Natsuchi.

Nanke tucked her semi-wet hair behind her ears, leaned over and picked up the paint box.

It must have happened suddenly, and Kamisato Ayato forgot to take it away.

Wrap something up and ask someone to hand it back to you.

Nanke was thinking, and the skirmisher who had always ignored the small box suddenly said: "Did Ayato Kamisato buy it?"

"Ah."

"You..." The soldier pursed his lips, his eyelashes drooping deeply, "Do you want to accept it?"

"It's better to put it away."

"..." For some reason, the soldier took a deep breath.

Nanke turned around holding the lacquer box and went to the closet to look for new, unused handkerchiefs.

Nanke's first handkerchief was given by Kaneo, and after that, he unknowingly developed the habit of carrying a handkerchief with him.

It just so happens that they are small items that are easily damaged and lost. As soon as I settled down, I accumulated a lot of them.

Among them, some skirmishers bought them for her.

They were all so similar that it was difficult to tell them apart. Nanke randomly pulled out a pair of light blue pine pattern ones, wrapped the lacquer box properly, and put it away in a cabinet on one side.

There was a sudden strong crash from behind.

Nanke turned around in shock. The skirmisher suddenly stood up and bumped into the corner of the table.

When she looked over, he was holding down the almost overturned table with both hands, looking down at the sweet soup overflowing on the table, his expression unclear.

"Collapse of the country?" Nanke closed the drawer of the cabinet and walked towards him.

As she approached, the skirmisher's hands on the table gradually tightened.

He used too much force, his arms almost trembled slightly, and his head buried deeper.

When Nanke reached out to touch his shoulder, he turned around suddenly and ran into her arms.

Nanke was caught off guard and fell backwards to the ground. His hands instinctively supported the floor backwards, barely able to stabilize his balance.

"The country collapsed?" Nanke lowered his head and asked the soft purple hair buried in his chest, "What's wrong with you?"

There was no reply from the skirmisher, and Nanke could only feel his tighter embrace, and his extremely tight breathing on her lapel, which was completely out of rhythm.

Is it because after seeing the shadow, I still can't overcome that hurdle?

Nanke raised his hand, gently placed it on the back of his head, and stroked: "It's okay, the country will collapse."

"no……"

The voice that came out close to the chest was low, dull, and depressed.

Nanke stopped and listened quietly to him.

"not like this……"

"I……"

The voice sounded frightened and painful, almost like a suppressed sob.

"I……"

The skirmishers gritted their teeth over and over again.

Until the hot aroma in the air turned cold and sweet.

Nanke glanced over the skirmishers' heads, looking at the cold breakfast on the table, and thought to himself.

What are the words that are so difficult to say?

Could it be that he couldn't say it to her despite being hesitant to say it over and over again?

Although I think so.

In fact, she could vaguely guess what he was going to say next.

I just want to say something about what happened before.

She saw his apology.

However, the arrogant skirmishers have not yet learned how to lower their posture.

Nanke felt the deep struggle in his arms and sighed softly.

forget it.

Stop pushing him.

Isn’t that how they got here?

She made the decision to leave him not because she wanted him to suffer, but because she felt confused and didn't know why she could stay by his side when she was useless.

No answer has been found so far.

Just looking forward to it.

Expect him to send a signal that he needs her.

it is ready.

Even if he doesn't say anything.

She is back too.

"The country collapsed." Nanke raised his right hand that was on the ground and held the face of the straggler.

The trembling purple eyes shrouded in water vapor, the extremely red eyes, and the tightly bitten lips all fell into her eyes.

"That's enough," Nanke leaned over, closed her eyes and kissed him, "I understand."

But she won't forgive him.

Because she was really hurt.

No matter how tolerant you are of people who don't matter, you can be tolerant.

Only for him, every time he was injured, he would definitely leave a scar that would cause pain for a long time.

Only to him.

Sweat and tears gradually mixed together.

Breaths and kisses exchanged deeper, leaving bite marks and lingering gasps.

We will definitely be able to reconcile as before.

We can definitely go back to how we were before.

But the skirmisher clasped Nanke's fingers and looked up, only to see that in those tearful eyes, there was untimely forbearance and sobriety behind the mist.

Nanke was not emotional.

Just catering to him.

Just comfort him.

Being so clearly aware of this was like having a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

The skirmisher froze.

Nanke closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently as he sucked in air.

It clearly shows the intimacy between people.

But her heart didn't return here at all.

"..."

The skirmisher's lips opened and closed slightly.

No sound could be made.

Only the desperate panic was left, burning and cold in his throat.

why?

If he had a heart, he could cut it open and show it to her.

There must be a lot of sorry voices inside.

But - why?

He has obviously made up his mind.

I know I can't make the same mistake again and again.

……

A voice shouted contemptuously behind the straggler's head——

Because you are you.

You're not really human.

She has never really forgiven you.

Even the union is imaginary and conciliatory.

You can't move forward at all.

——You are the one who pushed her away with your own hands.