[ zhongli is an incredibly perceptive man, yet still he misses the way ajax's eyes drift to his lips.

or perhaps he does not miss it, but simply thinks nothing of it. for all his years and years of experience, zhongli has always been a little blind to the attractions of others, perhaps because he does not consider himself particularly desirable. nevertheless, he watches as ajax runs a hand through his unruly hair, his gaze unreadable. ]

Well, I'm afraid that teaching and research are in fact my passion. They have been for a very long time.

[ he loves liyue deeply, completely, nothing could bring him more joy than delving into old memories and stories. ]

I find history immensely interesting. What else is it, if not the weaving of many, many stories?