Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao

If the harbor is too quiet, she might venture into the Feiyun Slope area to "promote" her business to night owls, much to the chagrin of the local Millelith. Into the Mist: Wuwang Hill

“No. I’m scared of the living. The living lie. The dead? They just want to finish their story.” She pauses. “My grandfather taught me that. He was the 76th Director. I held his hand when he passed. And you know what he said? ‘Hu Tao... don’t cry. Just make sure my funeral has good music.’ ” Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

Hu Tao is quieter now. Her shoulders are relaxed. She isn’t bouncing. If the harbor is too quiet, she might

I laughed despite myself. And for the rest of the night, until the first pale blush of dawn touched the peaks of Jueyun Karst, we traded stories—some sad, some absurd, all of them alive. The living lie