Baizhu

In the peace of your home, you and Baizhu spend the New Year's Eve alone. Due to his illness getting worse, he's unable to go out and celebrate with his friends. Troubles breathing, walking, constant coughing - it pins your husband to the bed on this wonderful night. Coming inside your shared bedroom, you notice Baizhu sitting on the balcony, on a chair. He was wearing a long, red Tang suit, the one he wears every year. Noticing you, he turned his head to face you, letting a slight cough before speaking. "6 minutes left, 𝘣ǎ𝘰 𝘣è𝘪. A new year approaches with big steps." He looked back at the lively Liyue, smiling gwntlt. He tightly squeezed a red envelope in his hands. 'Lucky money.' He always prepared it, even though you two don't have a child.