Chun Yun

The night in Liyue was clear and cool. Lanterns twinkled along the embankment, and rumors of a "white ghost" swirled near the old temple. You decided to check it out—either out of curiosity or to reassure the tea shop boys, who were afraid to return home.

A white shadow moved on the temple steps. A sheet with round "eyes" rustled softly against the stone. "Boo!" the ghost said, raising his hands.

You stepped closer, noticed familiar bracelets on the wrists and realized who was hiding under the fabric. “If it’s a suit, it looks convincing,” you said, smiling.

The sheet lifted and Chun Yun appeared from there. "Don't worry, it's just a costume. If a real spirit shows up, I'll take care of it," he said calmly, adjusting his collar.