On the vast continent of Teyvat, the wind blows gently across the sky, and also blows those forgotten corners. Ai Kefei, the unknown four-star magic weapon messenger, her name has never been sung in the glory, but a soft light blooms in the cracks of the years.
She is not like those high gods, nor is she like countless adventurers who call the wind and rain. She is a subtle beam of light, quietly shining into people’s hearts, guarding her own loneliness and persistence outside the hustle and bustle.
Her growth is a long and difficult road. The emerald silver, sad ice jade fragments and Shivada jade fragments needed for breakthroughs are not only cold materials, but more like heavy dreams, hiding her sweat and persistence. Every piece of ice jade, every gear, seems to carry countless lonely nights and lonely waiting.
Ai Kefei’s weapon, the Aroma Player, is her only companion. Its growth is like her mental journey, accumulating little by little and climbing step by step. Pure sacred dewdrops and drops of polluted water symbolize the clarity and filth of her in this complex world, interweaving the struggle deep in her heart.
The teachings, guidance and philosophy of her gifted book “Justice” are like old pages wrinkled by the wind, lying quietly in a corner of Teyvat, waiting for her to read, understand and inherit. Those gears, gas throats and blue crystal snails constantly remind her: growth is not a gorgeous performance, but the persistence of countless ordinary details.
Blue crystal snails are scattered in the cracks of the rocks in the Cero Sea Plain, where the wind is gentle but cold and wet. She went to collect alone, stepping through the desolation and loneliness, as if she had become the blade of grass swaying in the wind, moving with the wind, but never falling.
The secret source gas throat is her test. Facing the new version of the Boss, she needs to do her best to silently challenge the arrangement of fate. No one accompanies her, no applause, and every battle she fights is just to prove the value of her existence.
Every breakthrough, every talent improvement, is like a silent cry, casting a beam of light into the long night. She is lonely, but not cowardly. She is weak, but has a tough heart.
Her story is not gorgeous, but it is moving because of its ordinariness. She is like the little people struggling in the wind and rain in Xiao Hong’s works, with a soft heart, but dares to face the cruel reality.
Behind the prosperity of Teyvat, there are countless shadows like Ai Kefei. They have no halo, no applause, but they are the most real temperature in this world. Their persistence is the deepest confession of life.
All her growth materials, bit by bit, have accumulated into a heavy life force. She is like a quiet wild flower, although no one cares, but she blooms beautiful flowers in the wilderness.
She reminds me of those women forgotten by history, who gave silently, guarded silently, and finally supported the weight of the whole world with their weak bodies.
Ai Kefei’s journey may be long and lonely, but her steps are firm and gentle. She has no gorgeous legend, only the years that flow silently and the hidden light.
This light belongs to every ordinary soul, and also to you and me.