Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

He rushed back to Liyue Harbor without stopping, and it was already late at night when he entered the city. At this moment, the lights in the city had gone out, and everyone had fallen asleep. The sky was still dark, which made Lin Huan's sobriety seem a little out of place.

But it was not important. Lin Huan did not stop, and rushed straight to the back mountain... After entering the city, she only took a quick glance and knew that the man was not in the palace, nor had he rested... But she knew where to find him. Lin Huan pursed her lips, tapped her toes, jumped onto the roof, and took the fastest straight line to fly towards the highest point of Tianheng Mountain.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, I saw a figure standing on the edge of the cliff, with Liyue Harbor at his feet. His back was straight, and he was wearing a snow-white divine outfit, which was rare to see. His robe fluttered in the wind, and he seemed to have been standing here alone for a long time. Lin Huan couldn't help but slow down his pace, walked quietly to a distance behind him, and whispered:

"gentlemen."

"Why are you here?" Mr. Zhongli didn't look back, but just stared at the sea level. At this time, the bright morning sun was slowly rising, and the orange clouds dyed the sea into a magnificent golden color. The golden and blue colors intertwined, which was magnificent. The sleeping port was about to wake up, and people were about to start a new day of busyness.

"I had a nightmare and couldn't sleep... I wanted to come see you." Lin Huan paused and asked, "Mr. Zhongli, you also... didn't sleep all night?"

Mr. Zhongli was silent for a long time, and said: "Well...from a universal point of view, the demon god does not need to rest..."

After a pause, he whispered something again. However, his voice was so soft and deep that she could not hear it clearly... But she could feel that he seemed to be a little depressed at the moment. Lin Huan was slightly startled, but heard Mr. Zhongli whisper again:

"However, you can come to see me like this and stay with me at this time... Ah Huan, I am very happy... Thank you." His tone was softer than usual, with a hint of warmth.

Lin Huan lowered her eyes to hide the sadness in them. She thought of the nightmare she had in the first half of the night. To be honest, she didn't dare to ask the person concerned what happened. Because... she was a little afraid to read the ending she didn't want to face from those eyes.

"Mr. Zhongli...if you feel a little tired, don't be so stubborn..." Lin Huan hesitated for a while, called him softly, took a step forward, and carefully held his sleeve. "If you don't want to go back to Yiyan Palace for the time being...would you like to accompany Ah Huan to Chenyu Valley? Don't you want to drink the new spring tea in Chenyu Valley? Is there anything that you can't go there in person?"

Mr. Zhongli was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he nodded slowly and said, "Well... okay."

He paused, then shook his head as if realizing something belatedly, his voice a little hoarse, and his tone carried a hint of helplessness and apology.

"I... can't go after all... Ah Huan, you'll have to go alone... I really can't leave, there are so many things to do in the Government Affairs Office."

Lin Huan laughed and shook his head, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. Ah Huan knows that the master is busy... It's okay, I'll go on this trip, and I'll be back early."

Zhongli looked up at the gradually brightening sky. The morning light shone through the gaps in the trees onto them, as if covering them with a thin layer of golden gauze. The petite girl beside him stood beside him, holding his sleeve, and told him obediently and firmly that even if he put Liyue above her, she was willing to stay by his side forever, without regrets.

Zhongli raised the corners of his mouth. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Lin Huan's thin shoulders. He carefully folded his arms and wrapped her in a warm embrace. He lowered his head slightly, rested his forehead against hers, and murmured her name softly. Her figure was reflected in his eyes, which were also filled with deep friendship and attachment.

Lin Huan was hugged very tightly by him, and could feel the warm embrace and the hot body temperature coming from the other side. She closed her eyes, leaned into Zhongli's arms, and counted the drum-like sounds in her ears. She also reached out and slowly hugged him back, gently patting his back to comfort him.

"Yes, sir... Ah Huan is here, always, always here."

"...I know," a hoarse, slightly aggrieved murmur came from my ear, "I am sorry, Ah Huan... wait for me, wait for me..."