It's as if doing this can put yourself at ease and allow you to ignore the cracks in your heart.

Then...

'Let's wait until you are ready to wake up.'

The old man who said this was kicked out of the house.

I didn't dare to look at the old man, or even argue with him.

Because I know that I have been seen through.

I am a mediocre person, a timid and cowardly person, and a person who dare not look directly into his heart.

In this way, I always stay next to a high-spirited and confident old man, and it is natural for him to notice his flaws.

On a starless night, I left Liyue.

Like a lost dog.

Some kind of induction drove me to the territory of Feng Country, as if I could find the answer I always wanted there.

There, I once asked the young man who was not very lucky but extremely strong under the big tree of Fengqidi that sang about the past of heroes: "What does a hero... look like?"

He answered me that a hero is a famous person. A big man who has experienced many adventures.

But I know it's not.

That morning, two Qianyan Army soldiers knocked on my door covered in blood and told me categorically that my parents were two heroes.

They were neither famous people nor big shots who had experienced many adventures.

So I had doubts and began to follow in their footsteps, hoping to become like them.

After that, I met the boy who had been standing on the bridge in front of Mondstadt.

Looking at his lonely figure, I seemed to see myself.

He said that he wanted to be like his father, and I told him that if he wanted to be like his father, he must first become a real man.

But what is a real man?

I have no idea.

So after that, whether it was chasing the thieves who took away the Sky Piano, or participating in the battle of the Wind Demon Dragon regardless of safety, it was just a poor imitation of the word "hero" on my part.

Then, I saw the real hero in the earth hidden under the wind dragon ruins.

Unlike me who could only kneel on the ground and pray, they were shouting and roaring, but they were not powerless.

I long to be like them and I want to lend a helping hand to others.

I hope to become that person who can help others in times of disaster.

But I know that this is just a wishful pursuit of children towards their parents.

"It is natural for children to yearn for their parents."

The man's voice rang through my heart again, like a rippled spring water in a spring.

Gradually, something seemed to fall on my face.

It's rain.

The torrential rain flooded the block surrounded by flames in front of me, leaving me and the children in front of me alone.

He is still praying.

But I know not to pray in a world where God is not watching.

That won't get a response.

On that night when disaster struck, I stretched out my hands to the sky, but there was no response at all.

The disaster continues.

The rain poured down and drowned me.

Gradually, the figure of the child in front of me became increasingly blurry.

I seem to have lost myself at that time.

A man emitting white light stood in front of me. I didn't know who he was, but he seemed to know me, just standing there.

In the heavy rain, I struggled and hesitated.

But when I saw the other person's face, an indescribable feeling of relief replaced the rain and flooded me.

It turns out that it was not God who responded to me at that time, but myself.

So, I made a wish for myself.

"May all tragedies in the world never happen again."
Chapter completed!