I have a lot of vests in Genshin Impact

Marcelle's mind wandered in confusion, his heart beating like a drum, and every beat seemed to tear his chest apart.

He kept calling out Weniel's name, the sound echoing in his empty mind, carrying a hint of longing and expectation.

"Vinyl? Are you there? I'm Vashé, Vinyl!" His voice became louder and louder, as if to fill the whole world.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his mind, "Vash... why are you here? I said... I don't need you to come."

Marcelle was stunned, his eyes wide open, staring at the pure water elf in front of him.

"Vignel! Is that you!?" Marcelle asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"You... look a lot older... How long has it been?" said the elf, her voice gentle and pleasant.

"It's been... more than twenty years. Since the day you left, I have been suffering for more than twenty years... Am I dreaming? I actually... I actually have the chance to talk to you like this!" Marcelle's heart trembled violently, he couldn't believe his ears.

He remembered everything in the past, and the pain and torture seemed to come back to him again.

"Are you...are you really Vignel?" he asked, with a hint of anticipation and uneasiness in his voice.

"Vasheh, if it weren't for you...it would be better if it weren't for you." The pure water elf, her eyes revealed a hint of complexity and darkness.

Marcelle's face turned pale, and his heart was full of doubts, "You...you are not Vignel at all."

"I am a victim. Every girl who died in your hands... has returned to the original fetal sea. Our meanings flow in the fetal sea, no longer separated, but gathered as one. I am Cressy, I am Limonie, I am a doctor, I am a lawyer, I am Liang Zhichao's grandmother, I am Lodi, I am Peppa Pig, but the only thing is, I am not Vinel." The voice of the Pure Water Elf became louder and louder, and her eyes flashed with anger and hatred.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong... I was really wrong." Marcelle whispered, with a hint of regret and self-blame in his voice.

The voice of the pure water elf suddenly became sharp and harsh, "You are a liar, a murderer, and a devil!"

Marcelle's body trembled violently, and his eyes showed fear and confusion.

"What...what are you talking about?" he asked, his voice trembling and uneasy.

Marcelle's heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible hand. He couldn't breathe or think.

He didn't know how to face this sudden truth, and he didn't know how to face Vinier, whom he once loved deeply.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?" Marcelle asked, with a hint of pleading and desperation in his voice.

"Because you have done the same thing to them before." The Pure Water Elf's voice suddenly became calm and ruthless. "You have also made them suffer the same pain and torture. Now, you should also taste this."

Marcelle's body fell limply to the ground, his heart filled with pain and despair.

"I...I know." Marcelle whispered, with a hint of despair and helplessness in his voice. "But I at least want to know, where is Vignelle...she now?"

The pure water elf was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "She doesn't want to see you, and she no longer needs you. Her Vashjer won't be a scumbag."

Marcelle's heart sank, and his eyes were filled with grief.

The pure water elf stood in front of him, her figure looming in the dim light, like a hazy painting.

"Let you go?" The pure water elf's voice was cold and sharp, like the cold wind in winter, piercing Marcelle's heart. "You keep saying that you can do anything for her, but you have never considered whether what she did to you is what she wants to see, and whether she is disappointed with you."

Marcelle's body trembled slightly, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.

His heart was filled with guilt and regret. He knew that what the Pure Water Elf said was true and he had indeed pursued his own desires.

"I!...I..." Marcelle finally spoke, his voice choked and weak, "I...I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

The pure water elf did not respond to his confession, she just looked at him quietly, her eyes full of disappointment and anger.

"You are a liar, you are a murderous demon! You are a self-absorbed coward! But you are the only one who is not Vignel's lover. Ever since the first girl you killed died and her consciousness merged with Vignel's, she has known you very well!"

Marcelle's heart felt like it was hit by a hammer, his face turned pale and his breathing became rapid.

He thought about the past, the mistakes and crimes he had committed.

His heart was filled with pain and self-blame, and he didn't know how to face it all.

"No!" Marcelle shouted, his voice full of despair and fear, "Vignelle, she hates me? No... Let me see her, please!"

The pure water elf was silent for a moment, and her eyes became even colder and more ruthless.

"That's it, Vashe... You look extremely ugly to me." After saying that, a voice came from the Pure Water Elf's mind, "Don't worry, I will make him live a life worse than death."

Then, the next second Marcelle left the consciousness space, opened her eyes, and found herself lying in the Lujing Spring.

"Mr. Marcelle." Villette's voice broke the silence around them. He called softly, trying to wake up the unconscious Marcelle.

Marcelle lay beside the Dew Spring, his face pale, his brows furrowed, as if he was experiencing a nightmare. His breathing was weak and irregular, as if it would stop at any time.

"Viniel...hates me..." Marcelle murmured, his voice full of pain and despair.

His heart was filled with guilt and regret as he thought about the past, the mistakes and crimes he had committed.

"It seems that Mr. Marcelle has lost his mind," Bo Chang said with a frown, "We should quickly send him to Melo Petersburg to be treated by Miss Sigwen."

"Hmm... guards..." Villette pondered for a moment, then called over a few guards.

They carefully lifted Marcelle up and prepared to take her to Meropeburg.

"Miss Eden, Mr. Marcelle..." Bo Chang walked up to Eden and reported the situation to her in a low voice.

Eden was silent for a moment, his eyes were deep and complicated, as if he was thinking about something.

"Fontaine is a land of water," she finally said, "so the dead return to the water."

"Don't worry guys," he continued, "the curse will be fine."