She could trace the beginning to then, when the divide between her human and adepti blood manifested for the worse. It was a theme that recurred with every difficulty in Ganyu's life. But as much as she despised her lack of belonging, she could not fix it. Could not control it. But she could lose the weight that mocked her in the mirror, reflected in the eyes of everyone she knew.

She could trace the beginning to then, when the divide between her human and adepti blood manifested for the worse. It was a theme that recurred with every difficulty in Ganyu's life. But as much as she despised her lack of belonging, she could not fix it. Could not control it. But she could lose the weight that mocked her in the mirror, reflected in the eyes of everyone she knew.

The revelation during Moonchase Festival hadn't changed much in Xiangling's life—she was still the Head Chef at Wanmin Restaurant, and Guoba was still her best friend. A journey for a niche ingredient, accompanied by Xingqiu & Chongyun, shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary...right? (It was)