Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Snuggling with Gan Yu, with a fluffy pillow by his side, Lin Huan felt warm and at ease. Slowly, he fell into a daze and fell asleep again.

When I woke up from this sleep, it was already night. The room was dimly lit, with only a small candle lit on the small coffee table beside the bed. The candlelight flickered and made a very light crackling sound.

In addition to the fluffy little Qilin in her arms, she noticed that Xiao had also returned when she fell asleep. Yes, at this moment, there was also a blue bird lying next to her pillow, leaning gently against her shoulder, pressing the thin blanket tightly... sleeping comfortably.

So when Lin Huan woke up this time, he was very considerate... He didn't make any big noises. He just tilted his head slightly and gently pressed his cheek against the warm down feathers of the Xiao bird. He smelled very good. He was still sleeping, very deeply, as if he had a dream. The bird suddenly trembled slightly, and its feathers rustled and brushed against her neck, making her feel a little itchy.

Perhaps it was the warmth from her palm and pillow that made Lin Huan feel at ease. So she smiled slightly, closed her eyes gently, and stopped moving, preparing to continue to fall asleep.

Suddenly, she heard a pair of light footsteps approaching from far away outside the door, step by step, slowly approaching.

The door was gently pushed open, and the wind poured into the room. The man was shrouded in a black cloak, and in the dim light of the room, his expression could not be seen clearly. But the figure was familiar, tall and straight, and every step he took seemed to bring inexplicable pressure, but the moment he entered the door, he carefully restrained all his majesty and turned back to the familiar look.

He tiptoed to the bedside and sat down beside her. Seeing that she was staring at him with her eyes open, he smiled softly and raised his hand to touch her head.

"Sir..." She moved her lips silently, taking care of the two little "animals" sleeping beside her, without making a sound.

"Yeah... I'm here." Mr. Zhongli also nodded, sitting as steady as a mountain, gazing at her calmly and gently... as if he had been sitting beside her for a very long time; as if the busyness he had been dealing with post-war affairs these days... and some other emotions mixed in with it, did not exist.

Lin Huan nodded and closed her eyes obediently... but after a while, she opened them again and looked at him with moist eyes.

"Sir..." She whispered, "If you are busy...it's okay."

"I'm done." Mr. Zhongli sighed. "Everyday things... so I can accompany you before sunrise. You actually want me to accompany you... right? Otherwise, why would you be reluctant to leave every time I leave?"

"You've been sleeping for so long, it's okay if you can't fall asleep." Mr. Zhongli said softly, "I'll be here to watch over you. You can look at me, it's okay."

After a pause, Lin Huan spoke softly again.

"elf…"

"As you can see, luckily everyone is safe and sound." Mr. Zhongli said calmly without any emotion.

Lin Huan pursed his lips.

"But the one in the worst condition is you." Mr. Zhongli shook his head gently, "After fighting all night, Xiao was exhausted on the battlefield and his karma kicked in. Fortunately, the Wind God arrived in time to save him. And you..."

Mr. Zhongli's expression was a little unclear under the dim light, but his tone was a little heavy.

"You didn't care about yourself at all! Internal injuries, external injuries, contamination, lacerations, impact and explosion injuries, there is no place on your body that is safe!" He sighed heavily, "Ah Huan, I asked you to protect the Qianyan Army from suffering too heavy losses in the battle... but I didn't expect you to risk your life for this goal!"

"But if I don't do this... then I will be helpless on the battlefield." Lin Huan whispered, "I have lost too many people... both above and below the ground... I can't help but be indifferent to this."

"..." Mr. Zhongli didn't know what to say for a moment, so he remained silent. The two of them faced each other silently, and finally Mr. Zhongli sighed and looked away first.

"Forget it..." He sighed softly, "When your injuries are almost healed, you can go back to Liyue Harbor. Your Uncle Hu is waiting for you. I went to see him before coming here... Don't worry, I didn't tell him about Mr. Feng's matter, but regarding your injuries... the moment I saw him again, I still couldn't hide it from him. He is your family, and he has the right to know everything."

After a pause, he whispered again. "As for the future... you can live in Liyue Harbor, or you can live in Wangshu Inn to accompany Xiao. It doesn't matter."

"Sir?" Lin Huan asked.

"This is not a contract." Mr. Zhongli replied softly, "Now I can't convince myself to sign a contract with you... Ah Huan, do you understand... understand my heart?"

Lin Huan was silent for a moment… Little Qilin had rubbed against her side of the wall without her noticing, and pressed against her palm, snoring softly, and his voice did not wake her up. So she carefully stretched out her other hand from the quilt and reached out to him. It was a little far away, and she had no strength, so she couldn't lift it up. Mr. Zhongli leaned forward slightly and moved closer. Then the scarred and tightly bandaged little hand, trembling slightly, pressed on a certain position on Mr. Zhongli's chest.

Mr. Zhongli took back his hand and held hers with some force. He placed his hand on her palm and gently moved it. Then Lin Huan could clearly feel the slightly heaving chest and the violent beating of something in her palm like a drum.

“Ahuan, I’m very proud. I’m proud of the children of the Thousand Rocks Army, and of you. Together, you have upheld the promise made to me. You have upheld the promise. When I was away and had no time to take care of the war in the country, you did not let pollution and disasters flow freely in Liyue. I’m very proud of this. I’m proud of my people’s adherence to the contract, and their determination to defend their country until their death. But, at the same time... it hurts here.” Mr. Zhongli lowered his eyes slightly, pressed Lin Huan’s palm, and tightened it slightly.

"I cannot remain indifferent to their sacrifice and your pain."

As a result, Lin Huan's eyes became moist.