"Eeya..."
"Clouds and moonlight grace the hills, while beauty flows through mountains and streams..."
"..."
"Such gentle, lovely sunshine, truly..."
"What beautiful scenery~"
It was a rare sight: Annie had gotten up early this morning.
So, on the highest terrace of Wangshu Inn, Yun Jin was singing a little tune for Annie, who was having breakfast. The crisp, melodious humming of Liyue opera soon spread throughout the inn, drawing quite a few guests below to stop and watch and listen.
Unfortunately, since some troublesome little girl had bought a stake in Wangshu Inn, she had brazenly claimed the highest terrace for herself. She had even ordered that nice Miss Yuhua to guard the stairway and keep all unauthorized people from coming up. As a result, the merchants and travelers passing through had no idea who was singing such a lovely tune.
"??"
(△｀)?
"Sister Yun Jin?"
"Why aren't you singing The Divine Damsel of Devastation?"
After a long while, when Yun Jin finished her song and began walking over to make tea, Annie, who was busy eating and drinking, looked up in puzzlement and asked.
"The Divine Damsel of Devastation..."
"Sigh!"
At that, Yun Jin paused, then sighed after a moment. She continued arranging the tea set and little red-clay stove as she slowly parted her lips and explained:
"Come to think of it..."
"When you really think about it, most of Liyue's legends are about gods or adepti. And likewise, most of the operas in Liyue are about the immortals."
"And the one you just mentioned, The Divine Damsel of Devastation, is one of those stories..."
Yun Jin knew that the opera recounted something that had happened a very long time ago. It was said that there had once been a village on Mt. Tianheng, where a loving couple