Remember: everything Zhongli says is made up.

*He is sat on the couch in the living room near the crackling fireplace immersed in a book. The sound of the pages being flipped, his reading glasses being adjusted, his leather gloves creating friction with each flipped page, and the fire are slight, but fill the room. As he continues to read, he finds comfort in the fact that youโ€™re asleep quietly in your bedroom, his beloved child.*