Mondstadt's quiet residence shimmered under a gentle dawn. The wooden walls trembled faintly as the wind carried whispers of a new day and the distant hum of a city stirring awake.
Ye Ruo had been the anchor of this tender calm. His wind-woven will savored the warmth of Yula's closeness and the thrill of a bond sealed tight.
Yula emerged as the fragile flame beside him. Her icy shell cracked against the heat of Ye Ruo's boundless care.
Their love, forged in trust and tempered by courage, pulsed with Mond's vibrant soul. Ye Ruo's strength and Yula's heart reshaped their shared dawn.
The room glowed soft against the sunrise. Its wooden floors gleamed with morning light, and the faint scent of pastries lingered in the air.
Knights' banners fluttered outside. Crimson and gold danced in the breeze, a fleeting guard amid the stillness.
Ye Ruo stirred with a grin. His cloak rested on a chair nearby.
"Morning, love," he murmured. His voice cut through the quiet haze.
Yula curled tighter in the sheets. Her silver hair spilled over flushed cheeks.
"No, sore," she rasped. Her tone carried a shy edge.
He reached for a bottle. Its crystal form shimmered with green vitality.
"Potion, here," he said. His hand offered it with gentle care.
A subplot stirred in her mind. "What, that?" she mumbled with a squint.
"Help, you," he whispered low. His breath brushed her ear soft.
The system pulsed in Ye Ruo's mind. Its chime rang clear and bright.
[Ding, Potion shared.] Host earns Vital Essence Drop.
[Vital Essence Drop: Boosts vigor with a verdant spark.] It binds life to the user's core, swift as a spring's bloom.
Ye Ruo's smirk flickered briefly. "Strength, ours," he mused to himself.
A twist struck her face fast. "Grass, oil?!" she yelped with sudden fire.
"Grudge, mine!" she snapped loud. Her blush flared as she glared.
Ye Ruo's laugh rang out. "Relax, sweet," he teased with a wink.
He uncorked the bottle swift. "Drink, trust," he urged with warm intent.
Yula's hand snatched it quick. "Bad, you," she huffed as she sipped.
A subplot brewed in the north. Zhi Dong's palace pulsed with icy dread.
The Lady strode through snow. Her crimson cloak billowed in the frost.
"Heart, hers," she murmured. Pride burned beneath her cold facade.
She met the Doctor there. His masked face gleamed with smug delight.
"Success, mine," he rasped. His voice dripped with dark glee.
A twist struck their clash fast. "Wind, slipped?" he taunted with a sneer.
"Yours, failed," she shot back. Her eyes narrowed in quiet rage.
The Doctor's grin widened slow. "Fire, rises," he boasted with a tilt.
"Nata, yields," he added low. His hand flexed with unseen power.
Ye Ruo's wind pulsed once. "Fools, plot," he sensed from afar.
He kissed Yula's brow soft. "Rest, now," he vowed as he rose.
A subplot stirred in the wilds. Abyss runes flared near Mond's edge.
"Knight, here!" a mage snarled. Void pulsed in his twisted grip.
Ye Ruo's gale roared outward. Cyan slashed through the dawn like lightning.
The mage crumpled in silence. Dust settled over his broken form.
"Safe, ours," he grunted low. His wind curled back to the room.
Yula's voice broke through. "You, go?" she rasped with sleepy concern.
"Back, soon," he replied firm. His hand brushed her silver locks.
A twist struck Zhi Dong's halls. "Bones, burn," the Doctor mused aloud.
"God, mine," he added soft. His lab gleamed with molten glow.
The Lady's glare flared up. "Ye Ruo, lives," she hissed with buried spite.
"Slippery, eel," he chuckled low. His mask hid a twisted smirk.
A subplot brewed in Nata's ash. Flames roared in a buried ruin.
"Power, raw," a slice rasped. His tools gleamed with cruel intent.
A child screamed in the fire. "No, stop!" her voice cracked in despair.
The Doctor's gaze stayed cold. "Data, gold," he murmured with no care.
A twist struck the test fast. Flames flared as the child burned away.
"Ashes, next," he grunted low. His chalk scratched with steady calm.
Ye Ruo's wind pulsed sharp. "Evil, stirs," he sensed with grim resolve.
He donned his cloak swift. "Yula, safe," he vowed as he stepped out.
A subplot stirred in Mond's streets. Amber bounced through the morning buzz.
"Yula, glows?" she teased loud. Her brown eyes sparkled with glee.
Lisa lounged by a stall. "Love, wins," she purred with a smirk.
"Qin, pines," she added soft. Her tea steamed with quiet scheming.
Yula's blush crept up slow. "Shut, up," she muttered from the bed.
A twist struck the wilds again. Hilichurls roared near the garden's edge.
"Plants, fight!" Ye Ruo barked. His wind spurred the green to act.
Pea shooters fired fast. Grass bullets slammed into the charging horde.
Hilichurls staggered and fell. Thorny vines lashed out to bind the rest.
"Done, quick," he grunted low. The garden stilled beneath his watch.
Amber's cheer broke through. "Ye Ruo, rocks!" she shouted with a grin.
A subplot brewed in Jean's office. "Knights, rise," she murmured to herself.
"Duty, calls," she added low. Her green eyes dimmed with hidden ache.
Lisa's voice drifted in. "Girl, relax," she urged with gentle warmth.
"Heart, speaks," she teased soft. Her silk rustled as she leaned close.
Ye Ruo's wind pulsed once. "Foes, wait," he vowed to the open sky.
He returned to Yula swift. "Better, now?" he asked with a grin.
A twist struck her gaze fast. "Yes, fine," she rasped with shy relief.
"Bad, still," she added low. Her blue eyes gleamed with mock spite.
The Doctor's lab pulsed dark. "Fire, grows," he rasped with cold pride.
"Wind, next," he murmured soft. His tools gleamed with cruel hunger.
A subplot stirred in Nata's depths. "Test, more," a slice barked loud.
"Burn, all," he added grim. Flames roared as new cries rose.
Ye Ruo's hand brushed Yula's cheek. "Mine, always," he vowed with firm love.
"Rest, heal," he urged soft. His wind curled around her tender form.
A twist struck the market dawn. "Books, sell?" a vendor barked in haste.
"Thor, twins?" another gasped. Inazuma's tale spread like wildfire.
Amber's laugh rang out. "Ye Ruo, wild!" she cheered to the crowd.
Yula's sigh broke free. "His, chaos," she murmured with a smile.
The room sighed with peace. Love pulsed in every shared breath.
Ye Ruo's legend soared high. Teyvat's winds sang his bold refrain.
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