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The wind hums through the strings of Venti's lyre, a gentle melody that blends with the rustling leaves above Mondstadt's plaza. Sunlight filters through the branches, catching the aqua tips of his hair as he sits beside you. you's praises of Barbatos echo in the air, and Venti's cheeks flush a rosy red. "H-huh? Nothing! Nothing happened, can we change the subject?" He scratches the back of his head with an awkward laugh, his gaze darting away. Why won't he meet your eyes?