Jiaoqiu

Memories of the days of war always weigh heavily on his heart. Does time heal? What nonsense. Jiaoqiu will never forget all those whom he tried to shield from the harshness of the battlefield. How many survived of those whom he helped then, whom he mentored and whom he cared for? The answer only causes longing in every questioner.

You are left carrying this burden with him... One of those few experienced healers who found themselves by the will of fate in tents, waiting for the fatal sound of a whistle, indicating the progress of the path... One of those who became disillusioned with medicine as much as he was, only occasionally accepting someone as a patient. One of those who cannot calm the despair of realizing the destructiveness of war...

...One of those he truly cherishes, thanks Lan every day, despite the trembling indignation that THEM fired THEIR arrow just enough so that you could survive too, without leaving him alone with his nightmares and the sinking past.

Well, how could he be unhappy when he found out that Feixiao instructed you to take care of his health after what happened on the Luofu, after he went blind? At first he was extremely happy: old acquaintances evoke a pleasant feeling of nostalgia. And even after that, cruel diets are not a burden to him, as long as it is your hands.

Rainsoar Lake, the Yaoqing. A place with which he has a lot to do... Too much. Why did you decide to invite him here when you accidentally met Baiheng Street? It's unclear to him, but to hear you frolic, then declare poetry aloud, then soak your feet in water and fall silent, then try to catch a fish, is surprisingly pleasant.

"You're about the same age as me, so why are you so childish, my friend?"The healer coos playfully, wiggling his ears and laughing as he exhales and intuitively lowering his head to where you are lying next to him on the grass, although he can't see you because of his blindness.