Mondstadt's nights were always quiet. By the light of the streetlamps, one could see that there wasn't a single person on the streets.
Mondstadter's nightlife couldn't be considered very rich; besides drinking, there seemed to be nothing else. Taverns generally closed early, so people naturally went home early.
Especially since Acting Grand Master Jean had not yet announced the end of the Dragon Disaster to the public, even fewer people went out at night.
And in this quiet night, on Anber's balcony, Star was standing outside, enjoying the cool night breeze.
Her hair was still damp, indicating she had just bathed, and she was only wearing a thin, single garment.
This was a bad example; even if it wasn't winter, the night temperature in Mondstadt was still quite low.
It was only because of the Trailblazer's constitution that she wouldn't catch a cold or get sick; otherwise, she would probably have a headache the next day... Well, she didn't need to wait until the next day; her head was already hurting now.
Because of what had just happened.
"Sigh..." Star slowly let out a sigh. If she smoked, then perhaps she should light one now.
It would be more fitting for the mood.
What should she do? She seemed to have done something wrong.
Amber was still just a child, though she didn't seem much older herself.
Sometimes she couldn't help but marvel at human instinct. She had never encountered or understood such things before, but when it came to practice, it didn't feel like the first time at all.
All were subconscious actions, yet exceptionally skilled.
She had to admit, it was quite comfortable. Amber's delicate body had given her an unprecedented feeling...
No, she couldn't think about these things now.
Star shook her head vigorously.
She had her fun, but what about the future?
To say that none of this was her intention, and that Amber was also responsible for how things developed?
This was actually the truth. The atmosphere at the time was already there. She remembered very clearly that it was Amber who initiated it at first.
She had wanted to refuse, to push Amber away and quickly get out of bed and leave the room, but inexplicably, her body had no strength at all.
Under Amber's constant teasing, her inner desires were continuously amplified, and finally, her rationality completely vanished, and everything followed instinct.
But even if she said that, Amber might not remember what happened just now when he woke up.
After all, Amber had only become like that due to the influence of her succubus physique. She could tell that Amber just now was in a state of complete loss of rationality.
If she were to say such things to Amber, Amber might even think she was a scumbag who didn't want to take responsibility...
"Oh! What should I do? Who can save me...?" Star slumped over the balcony railing, her face full of melancholy.
Unfortunately, at this hour, only the occasional cold night breeze could respond to her.
But the wind couldn't give her a solution to her problems.
She could only lie on the balcony railing, lost in thought.
She stayed out there for quite a while.
Star finally came back to her senses.
It was almost dawn. Although Amber had been thoroughly exhausted by her, he probably wouldn't sleep for too long.
She didn't have much time left, and some things could always not be avoided.
"Forget it, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," Star turned around with a resolute expression and returned to the room.
It sounded good, but in reality, she just couldn't come up with a solution and had given up.
Whatever Amber wanted, she would do her best to satisfy Amber's demands.
"Sigh, I really am dead..."
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"...I really am dead," Acting Grand Master Jean closed her eyes in agony.
The confessional was small, just a small cubicle.
Only two people could fit in here, and it was usually a place where Westwind Church clergy helped believers with guilt.
Barbara said not to come too late, but Acting Grand Master Jean deliberately chose a very late time.
She certainly wanted to avoid other people, and also to avoid the clergy.
Coming here, she was merely seeking psychological comfort and to calm her mind.
After all, it was quieter here, and coming late at night meant she didn't have to worry about being overheard. Confessing to the air in the confessional also felt like confessing to a god, which could make her feel a little more at ease.
Of course, their Anemo Archon was in this city, and she knew who it was. If she truly wanted to confess to a god, she wouldn't need to come to the confessional.
But to actually tell Venti about this... she really couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Hmm..."
A somewhat muffled mumble suddenly came from the air, making Jean's heart skip a beat.
She immediately stood up, looking vigilantly at the small room.
She was extremely nervous at this moment. She had just said so much, and if someone had heard it...
Jean couldn't do things like silencing someone. According to her personality, she would only try her best to please that person and beg them not to speak out.
Recalling the source of the sound, her gaze gradually fell on a small box nearby.
If she remembered correctly, this box was for storing some ceremonial equipment used by the church.
Logically, it shouldn't be here...
Jean's eyes narrowed. She walked to the box and slowly reached out to open it.
"!!"
Jean's eyes widened.
Her beloved sister, Barbara, was curled up inside the box.
However, her eyes were tightly closed at this moment, and she was sleeping soundly.
Perhaps feeling the light that shone in when the box opened, Barbara's eyelids trembled slightly.
"Barbara, Barbara..." Jean gently shook her sister's shoulder, and soon woke her up.
"Hmm... Sis... Sister?" Barbara groggily opened her eyes, for a moment still thinking she was dreaming.
"Why are you sleeping here?" Jean felt a slight sigh of relief in her heart. Barbara didn't seem to have heard the long monologue she had just given.
"Ah?! I, I..." Barbara looked around and immediately sobered up.
Her cheeks were a little flushed, and she looked at her sister, stammering, not knowing how to speak.
"I'm sorry, Sister, I, I was a little curious about who your friend was, so..." Under Jean's gaze, Barbara still didn't have the courage to lie to her sister.
She had hidden in this box at night, wanting to wait for someone to come.
But after waiting for a long time, no one came, and finally, she, who had never stayed up late, fell asleep unknowingly.
And she had a strange dream...
"Honestly..." Jean sighed helplessly on the surface, but her heart was in a panic.
If she had come earlier, she might really have been overheard by her sister.
"Sister, why are you here too?" Barbara looked at Jean in confusion.
"I... I also wanted to come and see how my friend was doing..." Jean lied with a very unnatural expression.
"She's already gone back, but Barbara, how can you do something like this? And sleeping here, what if no one found you, you might catch a cold." Jean took the opportunity to change the subject.
"Oh, I see... Hmm, I'm sorry, Sister," Barbara lowered her head, apologizing to Jean.
"Sigh... Never mind, come out quickly. I'll take you back."
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