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Blue hair cascaded over her chest, slowly shifting into more of a purple, and at last turning into a deep red liquid on top of her chest.
By her side, held loosely in her hand was a bow; blue and white with gold accents, and an out-of-place deep red liquid dripping down a protruding dagger.
But not quite something this lady would use. She didn’t look the part of a warrior - no muscles, long and well maintained horns, pristine and clean clothes that were clearly high-quality.
Well... she didn’t look the part, save for the wound on her chest; the certain cause of her death. But it was difficult to say why someone - an adeptus, to be specific - would use a bow that isn’t their’s to commit suicide.
Xianyun sat on the edge of Mt. Aozang, staring into the ground low beneath her feet. After many, many minutes of sitting in silence, she saw white fabric from the corner of her eye
“Xianyun, you look angry. Why is that?”
“I just.. I’m angry at myself, I suppose. I should’ve seen the signs.”
A few more moments of silence, before Guizhong sighed and began talking once more.
“If I may say so myself… I really couldn’t see any signs. It seems.. too sudden. She seemed quite happy with her life. And she hated leaving Ganyu alone. I can’t think of a single reason why she’d do this.”
But I can.
I miss you, my dear Aocang.
And I’m sorry.
Two men sat beside each other, their faces lit up by the fire that kindled in front of them, occasionally adding more wood to it.
“She was killed when she crossed that bridge.”
“Which idiot had the audacity?!”
“Decarabian’s loyal dogs, I’d say, but they’re all dead.”
“At least dogs are loyal. Those idiots only cared about money.”
The one on the left wore a pair of white shorts, and what could only be described as a crop top, with massive wings of white and gold. His hair —an ombré from black at the roots to teal at its ends— was tied into two twin braids, hanging on either side of his face, and a slightly damaged lyre sat beside him.
The man on the right with red hair wore a silver and white chest plate, and black trousers and boots. He had to be a part of the Royal Guard.
They were at least 10 years apart, but they looked to be close friends.
“But… Barbatos, you know, she was shot in the eye. Someone had to be in front of her… someone from Liyue’s side.”
“From Liyue…?”