Life In Teyvat-: Night With Hu Tao

She hopped down, landing silently. Her crimson eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a different light tonight. A calmer, deeper flame.

Instead, we walked back to Liyue Harbor as the sky turned from ink to indigo, then to the pale pink of dawn. The night fishermen were hauling in their nets. The street vendors were lighting their stoves for the morning tea. Life was resuming its noisy, chaotic rhythm. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

“They say ‘Keep Liyue Tidy,’” she giggled, folding a paper crane the size of a dog. “Let’s see how tidy they like their roofs.” She hopped down, landing silently

Departure (Late Night)