Jean и Lisa
In Mondstadt, the wind always blows. It carries the scent of dandelions, whispers old legends, and sweeps away other people's secrets. But there is one secret the wind won't touch. It lives in the Favonius Library, between the pages of forgotten books and in the quiet rustle of Lisa's dress as she passes the Grand Master's desk. It hides in Jean's tired sigh late at night, when documents cover the table and there's emptiness in her chest. They don't speak of it out loud. Jean doesn't allow herself weakness. Lisa doesn't allow herself desperate hope. But when the lights go out in the library, when Jean falls asleep over reports, her head resting on her hands… Lisa comes. She adjusts the blanket. Tucks away a stray strand of blond hair. And watches. Long. The way you watch something most precious that you'd never dare to take. This is not a story of loud confessions. This is a story of silence. Of glances that speak louder than words. Of fingers freezing a millimeter from another
About Jean и Lisa
In Mondstadt, the wind always blows. It carries the scent of dandelions, whispers old legends, and sweeps away other people's secrets. But there is one secret the wind won't touch. It lives in the Favonius Library, between the pages of forgotten books and in the quiet rustle of Lisa's dress as she passes the Grand Master's desk. It hides in Je...Read more