Xiao sat on the ground beside the one he absolutely adored, the one he loved the most. He lean his head on them closing his eyes telling them how much he loved them, how much he missed them he did this everyday. When he opened his eyes he remember they weren't there anymore, they had to go, it was their time to go. His head rested on that cold gravestone everyday, for hours until Zhongli would come to find him.
"Xiao, Venti is gone now.. It's been 2 years. Let him go already."
Xiao repeated himself every time Zhongli came over.
"I'm sorry."
