Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 257 Tavern

Behind him, on the table lay a pile of open parchment, with unfinished ancient books stacked haphazardly, and a quill pen lying idle, leaving a mark of ink on the paper, teetering precariously.

The rain outside the window was still falling softly, but it was not as heavy as before, like the emptiness and desolation after the wrath of the gods.

Tonight will probably be another sleepless night, won't it?

Farussan sighed softly. As she got older, she became more sentimental on gloomy days.

Soft fingertips traced the mist on the windowpane, leaving crisscrossing watermarks that seemed to fragment the outside world.

It's like the scenes in my memory have turned into countless fragments, scattered all over the ground. Each fragment reflects his figure, but they can never be pieced together to form a complete life.

An indescribable weariness and exhaustion welled up inside her, lingering and refusing to dissipate, and Farusan lost all interest in continuing her research.

Disheartened, she extinguished the oil lamp on the table, locked the wooden door of the office, and turned to walk out of the church compound.

It was late at night, and the empty corridor was deserted. The world was quiet, with only the faint sound of raindrops.

In the distance, the Wisdom Palace was still dimly lit, perhaps because students were still writing furiously as they stayed up late to finish their papers. In the Faculty of Education, only these few faint lights remained.

But those lights did not belong to her, nor were they related to her.

After passing through the corridor and turning the corner, the elevator was right in front of her, but Farusan suddenly stopped in her tracks, stunned.

The magical artifacts, the grass element, the familiar combat details, the details of knowing Kavi's identity—it really is too similar…

An excessive number of coincidences have created hope. Could the stranger that the child named Laiila spoke of really be you?

The girl gently touched her chest, silently closed her eyes, and felt the bitterness, pain, and unspeakable fear in her heart.

But why don't you come back to us? Why have you disappeared again, as if you had never existed in the world?

Day after day of searching, moment after moment of prayer, disappointment after disappointment, until my heart gradually returned to a state of death.

All of this seems like nothing more than a wishful dream, an absurd fantasy born from excessive longing.

A faint spark rekindled the dead heart, and the light of hope attempted to reignite, only to be extinguished by the coldness of reality. The remaining remnants were even colder and more piercing than before.

The lotus leaf-shaped elevator arrived with the soft sound of a bell. Farusan glanced one last time in the direction of the corridor, then slowly stepped onto the elevator platform, remaining silent.

However, the girl's light green heterochromatic eyes burned with a light brighter and more determined than ever before.

No matter what, as long as there is even a glimmer of hope, she will continue searching, and keep searching forever.

Either find him, or face utter despair.

The girl, who firmly believed in wisdom and reason, ultimately placed her last hope in a vague and illusory miracle.

The rain has stopped, and outside the door, the sky is full of stars. The night sky is clear and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees after the rain.

She walked out of the Order of the Church, stepped down the marble steps, and as she approached the exit, Farusanne suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.

Facing the intersection she had crossed countless times in her daily life, she was momentarily bewildered and at a loss.

Having left the Order of the Fathers, where should I go now...?

On weekdays, she usually stays up all night organizing ancient books, and only takes a short nap on the sofa when the first light of dawn appears.

Only when she was extremely exhausted and closed her eyes did she have no energy to recall the past or him.

Farusian gazed at the path leading to the church gate, the dim light of the streetlights casting swaying shadows on the wet ground.

As for now... going home? This path is only a few minutes' walk from her home.

The remaining raindrops on the tree fell down and slid down the girl's cheeks, feeling cool. She smiled bitterly.

Forget it... she didn't want to go back there.

He didn't want to face his family's photos alone, didn't want to walk past the room she had reserved for him alone, didn't want to stay alone in that grave filled with memories, wallowing in self-pity.

Even Tamimi, generally speaking, doesn't stay there, but instead keeps her company day and night in the office of the Order of the Church.

She knew it was an escape, but she had no other choice.

She couldn't overcome her fear, nor could she overcome her longing. She was afraid of pretending and having an emotional breakdown, afraid of crying in front of them, and afraid that their spirits in heaven wouldn't be at peace.

In fact, the girl named Farusan is not as strong and brave as you imagine or hope.

She wandered aimlessly along the path toward the city gate, past the Grand Bazaar, past the Adventurers' Guild, past the bulletin board, hesitated for a moment, and finally entered the Lambad Tavern.

Sometimes, indulging in the intoxication of alcohol, temporarily abandoning rationality, and forgetting the past can be a rare moment of relaxation.

It was probably late at night, and the tavern was nearing its closing time. The seats were deserted, with only a few tables occupied by customers drinking.

Farussan walked to a secluded corner at the back of the tavern. The familiar staff member, already aware of her intentions, served her a glass of Mondstadt dandelion liqueur and then quietly slipped away.

The guests at the next table were talking in hushed tones, but Farusanne paid no attention and simply picked up her wine glass silently.

The pale blue liquor, just like its place of origin, carries the ease and freedom of the wind, like a bard's ballad, reflecting the dim light and traversing countless years.

However, the melancholy girl could always taste a different kind of bitterness in it, a secret sorrow unique to the wind.

The bitterness lies hidden behind the initial sweetness, like a gathering after an afternoon rain, a farewell amidst the fluttering dandelions.

She drank, one cup after another, her fair face flushed with a tipsy blush, and her gaze began to drift unsteadily.

The alcohol numbed her consciousness, and the liquor slid down her lips, but she felt no fear at all. Instead, she felt a long-awaited sense of relief and joy, letting it do as it pleased.

In the hazy world, the girl revealed a relieved smile, tears glistening slightly in her light green eyes.

At least for now, she can let go of her loneliness, take off her mask, escape from past memories, and get a good night's sleep.

Another glass was emptied, a cool breeze swept through the room, and she shivered slightly, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

*Hiccup*... That's fine, that's fine... Ha... I should get some sleep... I'm so tired... Tomorrow, I have to...

As her consciousness gradually sank into darkness, the girl slumped limply on the wooden counter of the tavern, resting her head on her arm, and fell peacefully asleep.

drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, and she squinted her beautiful light green eyes, muttering in her sleep.

With a soft sigh, a warm coat was draped over the girl's bare shoulders, gently supporting her hot, soft body.

Seriously, it's time to go home, sweet...senpai.

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P.S.: Happy birthday, Qiqi!