Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao ~upd~ -
She waves a chopstick in the air dismissively. "But luck is just a perspective! The moon is beautiful tonight, the food is good, and the butterflies are out. What’s unlucky about that?"
It starts, as most bad ideas do, with a letter. The envelope is black, sealed with crimson wax shaped like a ghost, and smells faintly of burning herbs and mint. Hu Tao’s handwriting is a chaotic scrawl: “Traveler! The moon is rising, the spirits are itching, and I’ve got a brand-new ‘business expansion’ idea. Meet me at the Parlor. Don’t be late. Bring food. Bring courage. P.S. Don’t bring Zhongli—he’ll just lecture me about ‘professional decorum.’” Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao