In any case, the whole process didn't wake the little girl.
After finishing everything, Fang Xun gently closed Ningguang's bedroom door.
The little girl was far too tired. He should let her get some proper rest.
Fang Xun left and returned to his own room.
Little Qiqi wasn't sleepy. Instead, she continued asking Fang Xun questions with great seriousness:
"Fang Xun... the Diluc you mentioned... can it really breathe fire? That's amazing!"
"And that poet who slacks off... is he really very strong in a fight?"
At that moment, little Qiqi seemed to have ten thousand questions.
One after another, they kept coming without end.
This was a nation she had never encountered before,
so unfamiliar, so fascinating.
Fang Xun was patient, answering Qiqi's questions one by one.
"Mondstadt has so many interesting things... but Qiqi doesn't remember anything about Mon..."
"Qiqi can't remember... Qiqi doesn't remember anything about the past..."
Little Qiqi sighed, then grew a little frustrated.
She tried hard to recall her past, but in the end, it was all in vain.
Fang Xun also remembered Qiqi's tragic circumstances.
Sometimes, forgetting the past was a kind of happiness, a kind of release.
He spoke gently to Qiqi. "Actually, Qiqi doesn't need to remember what happened before."
"Let the past stay in the past. We can't change anything, and thinking about it will only bring more trouble."
"We should look ahead, right?"
"It doesn't matter that Qiqi doesn't remember Mondstadt."
"After a while, I'll take Qiqi and Ningguang to Mondstadt for a visit. How does that sound?"
"Then Qiqi will have memories of Mondstadt."
Fang Xun didn't want Qiqi to sink back into pain, so he tried to help her move on this way.
Hearing this, Qiqi's clear, bright eyes glimmered.
"Let the past stay in the past...