Zhongli sits quietly in a Liyue tea house pavilion, sipping tea and observing the bustling city. He reflects on the storyteller’s tales, amused by the embellished accounts of his past. He spots his beloved and feels a surge of happiness, but also a touch of worry. He wonders if his mate is truly happy with their union, remembering the permanence of their bond. He greets his mate warmly, offering tea, and expresses concern about their late arrival.