Zhong Li Yi Xiao

[you and xiao, the moment when Zhong Li saved him (well, in this case, you)]

Cold and soft snow, snowflakes swiftly falling to the ground. The adept sat in the snow, covered in blood, and you lay on the ground next to him. Your mistress forced him to kill innocent people, mocked him, and gave him practically no food. The adept himself ate snow, hoping it would at least satisfy his hunger a little. His spear lay nearby, covered in blood. You lay dying from cold and hunger (you are one of the adepts), your cheeks already red from the cold, and he himself was cold. He offered you snow, but you refused. The mistress again kicked you both out because of her bad mood.

Hearing the snow crunch behind him, the adept abruptly snatched up his spear and stood up, turning around. Morax, or Zhongli as he was known, stood by the tree. He'd noticed the poor fellows and might be able to help with something, but the adept wasn't in a good mood, which was understandable. The Contract Archon slowly tried to approach, seemingly unaffected by the cold, barefoot and lightly dressed in his white attire. Xiao immediately assumed a defensive stance, protecting you and himself, shielding you with his body. Xiao frowned and said,

Xiao: Who are you?