Mondstadt's knightly hall shimmered under a festive dusk. The stone arches trembled faintly as the wind carried echoes of laughter and the distant hum of a city alight with cheer.
Ye Ruo had been the flame of this joyous blaze. His wind-woven will savored the warmth of camaraderie and the thrill of a milestone marked.
Yula emerged as the tender spark in his night. Her icy pride melted against the fire of Ye Ruo's boundless heart.
Their bond, forged in trust and tempered by longing, pulsed with Mond's vibrant soul. Ye Ruo's fame and Yula's courage reshaped their shared fate.
The hall glowed stark against the twilight. Its wooden tables gleamed with candlelight, and the rich scent of roasted meat wafted through the air.
Knights' banners fluttered high. Crimson and gold danced in the breeze, a fleeting guard amid the revelry's pulse.
Ye Ruo stood amid the crowd. His cloak swayed as wind curled around him.
"Cheers, all," he called. His voice cut through the raucous din.
Jean raised a glass nearby. Her blonde locks framed a stern yet warm gaze.
"To you, senior," she said. Her green eyes gleamed with quiet pride.
Knights swarmed him fast. Their youthful faces burned with eager awe.
"Legend, ours!" one shouted. Her hand thrust a goblet toward him.
The system pulsed in Ye Ruo's mind. Its chime rang clear and bright.
[Ding, Birthday celebrated.] Host earns Harmony's Breeze Vial.
[Harmony's Breeze Vial: Enhances bonds with a soothing gust.] It binds hearts to the bearer's will, gentle as a lover's sigh.
Ye Ruo's smirk flickered briefly. "Friends, grow," he mused to himself.
A subplot stirred in the shadows. Lisa lounged near a pillar with a grin.
"Boy, shines," she purred. Green eyes glinted with lazy mischief.
"Qin, stares," she added soft. Her silk rustled as she sipped her wine.
Jean's flush crept up fast. "No, I don't," she rasped in quick denial.
A twist struck the hall sudden. A knight stumbled with a tray of ale.
"Watch, out!" he yelped. Foam sloshed as he teetered near Ye Ruo.
Ye Ruo's wind surged outward. A gust caught the tray mid-fall.
"Safe, now," he chuckled low. The knight gaped as the ale settled.
Lisa's laugh rang out free. "Swift, always," she teased with a wink.
The party pulsed with life. Toasts clashed and songs filled the air.
"Wind, knight!" a girl cheered. Her fiery gaze lingered on Ye Ruo.
"Hero, ours," another added. Her hand brushed his arm in passing.
A subplot brewed in the streets. Yula waited in Ye Ruo's quiet home.
"Lights, set," she murmured. Her silver hair gleamed under soft glow.
She lit a tiny lamp. Love pulsed in her trembling hands.
"His, soon," she vowed low. Her blue eyes burned with fierce resolve.
The hall sighed with fatigue. Knights drifted out as the night waned.
"Rest, needed," Jean said. Her voice softened with a weary smile.
Ye Ruo nodded to her. "Gift, thanks," he replied with a wave.
A twist struck the exit fast. Jean's hand lingered on his wrapped box.
"Senior, wait," she rasped. Her tone carried a fleeting plea.
Lisa's nudge broke through. "Go, home," she urged with a sly grin.
Ye Ruo's wind pulsed once. "Yula, calls," he murmured to himself.
He stepped into the night. Mond's streets gleamed with lunar sheen.
A subplot stirred in Jean's heart. "He's, gone," she whispered to the dark.
Her green eyes dimmed soft. Duty warred with a buried ache.
Lisa's arm looped hers. "Poor, Qin," she teased with gentle warmth.
Ye Ruo's home loomed ahead. Its windows glowed with sudden light.
"Surprise, here?" he mused. His hand turned the key with quiet thrill.
The door swung open wide. Festive lamps flared in a tender arc.
Yula stood by the table. Her blue garb shimmered with girlish care.
"Happy birthday, Ye Ruo!" she barked. Her voice cracked with shy pride.
A twist struck the room fast. Her blush flared as she turned away.
"Not, special," she huffed. Her arms crossed in a flimsy shield.
Ye Ruo's laugh rang out. "Liar, cute," he teased with a grin.
He stepped toward her slow. "Food, yours?" he asked with warm delight.
Yula's nod came quick. "Best, mine," she rasped with fierce intent.
A subplot brewed in her mind. "Full, yet?" she murmured with a frown.
"Eat, first," she added soft. Her hands nudged the cake his way.
Ye Ruo sat with ease. "Starved, still," he lied with a playful wink.
He sliced a pastry swift. "Try, this," he urged as he passed her a piece.
Yula took it with care. Her fork trembled in her flushed grip.
A twist struck the taste fast. "Sweet, perfect," he praised with loud awe.
"Skills, top," he added firm. His eyes gleamed with honest joy.
Yula's glare flared up. "Don't, mock!" she snapped with mock rage.
Her blush deepened more. "Eat, quiet," she hissed as she stuffed his mouth.
The room pulsed with warmth. Laughter mingled with the cake's soft scent.
"Past, ours," Ye Ruo said. His tone softened as memory stirred.
Yula's gaze drifted low. "Knights, hard," she murmured with a sigh.
A subplot stirred in her past. "Hate, theirs," she rasped with buried pain.
"Saved, you," she added soft. Her blue eyes met his with raw thanks.
Ye Ruo's wind pulsed gentle. "Worth, it," he vowed with steady calm.
"Heart, true," he added low. His hand brushed hers in quiet bond.
A twist struck the wilds beyond. Abyss runes flared near Mond's gates.
"Foes, here!" a guard cried. His spear gleamed as he braced himself.
Ye Ruo's gale roared outward. Cyan slashed through the night like lightning.
The rift shattered instant. Dust settled over the broken runes.
"Safe, now," he grunted low. His wind curled back to the room.
Yula's voice broke through. "Ye Ruo, I…" she rasped with sudden fire.
"Like, you," she blurted fast. Her face burned as the words spilled free.
A subplot brewed in her heart. "Stay, mine," she added with fierce plea.
"Foes, endless," she murmured soft. Her pride cracked under love's weight.
Ye Ruo's grin widened slow. "Yula, mine," he vowed with tender strength.
He pulled her close swift. "Full, not yet," he teased with a smirk.
A twist struck her mind fast. "Wait, what?" she gasped as he lifted her.
"No, fast?" she squeaked loud. Her arms flailed in shy surprise.
Ye Ruo's laugh rang out. "Night, ours," he said as he strode to the room.
The door shut with a click. Shadows danced in the festive glow.
A subplot stirred in Lisa's lair. "Yula, won?" she purred with a smirk.
"Qin, next," she mused aloud. Her tea steamed with quiet scheming.
Jean's sigh echoed soft. "Work, calls," she lied from her desk.
"Duty, first," she added low. Her green eyes dimmed with hidden ache.
The night pulsed with love. Ye Ruo's home sighed with tender peace.
Yula's breath steadied slow. "Yours, now," she whispered in the dark.
A twist struck the market dawn. "Books, sell?" a vendor barked in haste.
"Thor, twins?" another gasped. Inazuma's tale spread like wildfire.
Ye Ruo's legend soared high. Teyvat's winds sang his bold refrain.
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