[原神] Sobre Minha Esposa Frágil e Incapaz de Se Cuidar Sozinha

The first sensations that crept into her vague consciousness were coldness and hardness, like crawling into a chilly bed in winter, or sleeping on an icy floor.

…Had she rolled onto the ground?

Pei Nana was still muddled, groping blindly with her eyes closed, but found nothing. Unwilling to get up, she gave up and curled into herself, trying to preserve whatever warmth she could, coaxing herself to fall back asleep.

But the longer she lay there, the colder she felt, until sleep became impossible.

At last, she couldn’t take it anymore and sat up abruptly.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was stunned.

She was inside a cave formed by a crevice in the rocks. Looking up, she saw nothing but the uneven, grayish-white ceiling, and through the gaps, a dazzling star-studded sky.

This was clearly a makeshift shelter—the floor was overgrown with weeds, and the corners were littered with stones big and small. The slab beneath her was smoother, rising about a meter from the ground, its surface carved with rough patterns, like the relics of some ancient totemic age.

At present, she was lying in a nest of branches and weeds, but at least there was a light brown cloak beneath her, sparing her the discomfort of lying directly on the prickly tangle.

She glanced about and caught the flickering of firelight dancing on the stone wall by the cave entrance. Straining to listen, she could just make out faint voices in conversation and the crackle of burning wood.

That must be the owner of the cloak.

But who was that person?