Mondstadt's library shimmered under a quiet dusk, its stone walls trembling faintly as the wind carried whispers of tales untold and the distant hum of a city winding down.
Ye Ruo had been the intended keeper of this fleeting calm, his wind-woven senses savoring the warmth of Lisa's embrace and the echo of a dragon's defeat.
Yet Yula, a silver-haired noble with a spark of icy resolve, emerged as the unexpected thread in his day, her gift a silent vow against the storm of his growing legend.
His soul—forged in freedom and tempered by love, a knight's boundless heart— pulsed with Ye Ruo's deepening ties as Lisa's wit and Yula's pride reshaped his world.
The library stood stark against the fading light, its wooden shelves cloaked in dust and the faint scent of parchment rising from scattered tomes.
Knights' banners fluttered—red and gold gleamed, winds sighed, a fleeting guard amid the stillness.
Ye Ruo lounged—wind tugged his cloak, Wind Mysterious Sword pulsed.
"Day—done," he murmured, gaze soft.
His white garb flowed—cyan gleamed, ease settled.
Lisa rested—silk draped, legs stretched.
"Boy—mine," she purred, blush lingered.
Her raven locks swayed—green eyes glowed, love flared.
"Rest—here," Ye Ruo grinned, tray clinked.
The room glowed—food steamed, warmth bloomed.
"Tech—wild," Lisa rasped, fork gleamed.
A subplot stirred—letters piled, ink hummed.
"Fans—mad," he chuckled, pages rustled.
His hand waved—wind pulsed, stack parted.
"Are—you?" he read, brow arched.
A twist struck—Liyue's note flared, sack loomed.
"Death—why?" it growled, tone sharp.
Ye Ruo's smirk flashed—"War—costs," he mused.
"Readers—fierce," he added, laugh rang.
A subplot brewed—Amber's home pulsed, flour dusted.
"Yula—cook?" Amber teased, knife gleamed.
Her brown hair bounced—mischief danced, bond shone.
"Gift—his," Yula rasped, hands steadied.
Her silver locks swayed—ice pulsed, pride burned.
"Friend—sure," Amber grinned, eyes twinkled.
A twist struck—dough rose, oven hummed.
"Love—slow?" Amber pressed, voice soft.
Yula's glare flared—"Mind—yours," she snapped.
Her blue eyes narrowed—flush crept, heart raced.
"Ye Ruo—waits," Amber mused, smirk curled.
The system pulsed in Ye Ruo's mind—panel glowed.
He grinned—fame soared, power pulsed.
[Ding, Customer Yula completed Old Mond: Frostborn Oath—Reward: Glacial Shard Pendant.]
[Glacial Shard Pendant: Binds ice to the wearer's will, striking with frozen grace; summons a frost veil to shield or shatter; cold as a noble's vow.]
Yula with grit—gift deepened.
A twist struck—library stirred, knight strode.
"Letters—yours," he rasped, stack thumped.
Ye Ruo's nod came—"Thanks—now," he murmured.
"God—me?" he read, jaw set.
A subplot brewed—Wendy's bar pulsed, lyre sang.
"Truth—out?" he rasped, wine sloshed.
His green cape swirled—dread flared, awe bloomed.
"Ye Ruo—knows," he murmured, sip flowed.
Ye Ruo's wind flared—"Wendy—blow," he grinned.
A twist struck—Abyss crept, runes flared.
"Knight—here!" a mage hissed, void pulsed.
Ye Ruo's gale roared—cyan slashed, mage broke.
"Fool—dust," he growled, books trembled.
Lisa's laugh rang—"Storm—yours," she mused.
Her hand brushed—"Thunder—mine," she added.
Ye Ruo's eyes gleamed—"Love—ours," he vowed.
A subplot stirred—Rosalind's lair pulsed, vial glowed.
"Cure—near," she breathed, flame flickered.
Her blonde locks swayed—plan brewed, trust held.
"Ye Ruo—soon," she murmured, heart raced.
Yula's hands shaped—dough gleamed, scent wafted.
"Perfect—his," she vowed, ice pulsed.
A twist struck—wild roared, beast charged.
"Scout—down!" Amber gasped, bow tensed.
Yula's blade flashed—ice arced, blood spilled.
"Mine—done," she barked, stance held.
Her silver hair tangled—sweat beaded, will burned.
"Gift—safe," Amber cheered, loot gleamed.
A subplot brewed—Kaeya prowled, ice pulsed.
"Fools—creep," he chuckled, dagger flashed.
An Abyss mage froze—shield cracked, body fell.
"Caught—easy," he smirked, shadows faded.
Rosalia shadowed—"Knights—guard," she hissed.
Her spear gleamed—darkness loomed, steps silent.
Ye Ruo's wind softened—"Lisa—rest," he murmured.
Lisa's thunder purred—"Boy—stay," she grinned.
Their hands clasped—sparks flew, bond deepened.
"Yula—next?" Lisa mused, gaze shifted.
Ye Ruo's nod came—"Time—hers," he vowed.
A twist struck—oven dinged, Amber jumped.
"Done—now!" she squeaked, tray clinked.
Yula's eyes softened—"His—soon," she breathed.
Her blue garb glowed—hope flared, pride swelled.
"Confess—when?" Amber pressed, voice low.
Yula's flush deepened—"Soon—maybe," she rasped.
A subplot stirred—Jean's office pulsed, quill scratched.
"Knights—rise," she sighed, cape rested.
Her blonde hair swayed—duty shone, peace bloomed.
"Noelle—ready," she murmured, smile curled.
Ye Ruo's tale soared—love reigned free.
The system pulsed—fame a rising storm.
His legend burned—Teyvat's winds sang bold.
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