Genshin Impact: I will turn into a breeze and continue to blow over Mondstadt

"This isn't your home, Qianyu?" Ying asked puzzledly.

"You won't..." Paimon was staring at Qianyu's face at this time, as if he had guessed something.

"Ahahahaha..." Qianyu's brain started working frantically as he tried hard to think about how he should explain all this.

"I think I can stay overnight at work, right?"

"Don't worry, I will explain the situation to Margaret, the owner of this store."

Then, Qianyu pushed open the door without hesitation. At that moment, several cute kittens quickly gathered around Qianyu and the other two as if they had known they were coming.

"Meow~" accompanied by bursts of clear and melodious cat calls, as if warmly welcoming their arrival.

"Wow, so cute!" Ying's eyes lit up all of a sudden, she was completely attracted by these cute little guys in front of her. After all, for a girl, who can resist the charm of these little cats?

Ying couldn't wait to squat down, gently picked up a kitten at her feet, and then couldn't help burying her face in the kitten's soft hair and began to suck it to her heart's content.

"Hey, Ying, you should pay attention to your appearance!" Paimon, who was standing by, saw this and quickly reminded her. However, Ying was already immersed in the close contact with the kitten and could not listen to anyone's advice.

Qianyu came to the front desk and started talking to Margaret.

"I understand, Qianyu, please come with me." Margaret said with a smile, a hint of surprise and appreciation flashing in her eyes. She readily agreed to let Qianyu and his companions spend the night in the tavern.

After all, the employees took the initiative to live in the company, and their proactive and dedicated spirit is really admirable. Moreover, this will also increase the popularity and vitality of the pub. Which boss would not be tempted?

"There are two utility rooms over there. Please wait a moment, I will go and help you set them up." Margaret pointed enthusiastically to the room in the corner and acted quickly.

She deftly arranged the items in the room, put the bed and daily necessities in place, and tried her best to make this temporary residence warm and comfortable.

Qianyu sat quietly at the table, looking at the menu in the tavern. He carefully studied the characteristics and taste of various wines while falling into deep thought. New ideas and thoughts kept emerging in his mind, thinking about how to mix a unique and amazing new wine to attract customers.

As for Ying, she was completely immersed in her own world at the moment. She chased the cats excitedly like a child, and couldn't wait to take a deep breath when she caught one. Paimon looked embarrassed, lowering his head to count the small squares on the floor.

Ying showed an intoxicated expression as if she was in heaven, and she didn't notice the strange looks from people around her. Perhaps for her, close contact with these cute little animals was the happiest thing.

"Three of you are already ready. Can you please come over and take a look?"

Hearing Margaret's clear and pleasant voice, Qianyu did not dare to be negligent and stood up quickly, while Ying on the side also rarely put down the cat in her hand.

"You three can rest here tonight. I have prepared two rooms for you in advance."

"Well, thank you so much, Margaret." Qianyu thanked sincerely, and Ying and Paimon also echoed.

After everything was arranged, Margaret returned to the front desk and continued to work on the work at hand.

"Wow, I didn't expect that even though it's just a utility room in a pub, it still looks like home."

"Good night then~"

After that, the three of them walked into the room together. After a whole day of running around, Qianyu collapsed directly on the bed like a puddle of mud.

There are many questions about why I suddenly woke up, why my weapon appeared on the statue of the God of Wind, where my Heart of God went, etc.

"Oh, don't think too much. Anyway, let me have a good sleep first!" Qianyu muttered to himself, and then fell into a deep sleep, entering a sweet dream.

In another room, Paimon had already fallen asleep, and the room was filled with soft snoring. Ying, on the other hand, lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as if lost in thought.

Her eyes wandered aimlessly, finally stopping on the dark night sky outside the window.

"Home..." Ying whispered softly, revealing a hint of confusion and longing in her voice. "Brother..." She silently recited the name, and an endless longing surged in her heart.

In this silent night, the stars are twinkling, but their light seems unable to dispel the loneliness deep in the traveler's heart.

Memories flooded back to her mind, and Ying recalled the adventurous times she had spent with Sora, those days full of laughter, warmth, and affection. Every detail was so clear that she was intoxicated by it.

However, the more beautiful the memories are, the more cruel the reality seems. Tears gradually blurred Ying's vision, and a crystal teardrop slid down her cheek, leaving a faint tear mark.

"Hey, sweet chicken, Paimeng sees you!" Suddenly, Paimeng's dream talk interrupted Ying's thoughts. She turned her head and looked at Paimeng who was sleeping beside her, with a gentle smile on her face.

This cute little guy has always been her most loyal companion on her journey. Whether facing difficulties or joy, Paimon is always by Ying's side, giving her support and courage.

At this moment, looking at Paimon's sweet sleeping face, Ying felt a warm power surge from the bottom of her heart. She knew that although she was in a foreign land, she was not alone with Paimon by her side.

At this moment, Ying decided to let go of the sadness and confusion of the past and cherish everything in front of her. She hugged Paimon tightly, feeling the warmth from her partner.

"Goodnight, Paimon."

The road ahead is still long, and there may be more challenges and separations, but she firmly believes that as long as she holds on to her longing for home and her brother, she will be able to find her own home.

The wind from afar gently blows through the treetops, as if whispering some secrets; it brushes across the lake, causing ripples, as if sighing for those unfulfilled dreams. In this quiet night, the wind seems to be the only witness, witnessing the hopes and losses, persistence and giving up of countless people.

The cold moonlight still hangs high in the distant sky, as if it will never set.

Wind, whose dream will you hold up?