Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Is this really true?!

"Miss Antalina...?"

"It wasn't me, I didn't do it, you've mistaken me for someone else. I don't know any Antalina, it really wasn't me. I'm sorry, please forget about it—!!!"

The lily of the valley let out a mournful cry. How could such a perfect disguise, which was impossible to detect, be discovered at a glance!

How could this be!

It hadn't been discovered before; it was such a flawless disguise; there was absolutely no way something could have gone wrong!

Ying sighed softly, "Is it possible that the people you robbed before didn't even know you?"

After all, Suzuran is still a newcomer to Mondstadt, and not many people have seen her before, so naturally they wouldn't recognize her.

However, anyone who has seen Lily of the Valley can easily see through this clumsy "disguise," which, in Liyue's words, is like burying one's head in the sand.

Miss Lily of the Valley chose to flee in a disheveled state, thinking that as long as she ran fast, she could pretend that nothing had happened.

As long as she deceives herself enough, she will surely forget everything that happened today, and she will still be that pure little nun.

That's right, the White Silk Bandit has absolutely nothing to do with her!

There's no evidence! Unless someone produces photos, she'll absolutely never admit it!

That's right! That's exactly it! They've all been wronged!

She, Linglan, could never have done such a perverted thing. It was the hermit who did it; what did it have to do with her servant?

Qin and Ying silently watched Linglan's disappearing figure, both falling into a long silence.

"So that white-stockinged pervert was Lily of the Valley?!"

Paimon gasped in surprise, her reaction time incredibly slow. Was she the only one kept in the dark?

That terrifying female psychopath was actually Suzuran?

Good heavens, there's such a shocking and unexpected development. Is this really the kind of entertainment she deserves to see?

Paimon showed an excited "Wow, wow!" expression. He never expected that Lily of the Valley would be a white-stockinged pervert. According to the classic plot, shouldn't it be like this now:

“Miss Antalina, you don’t want the news about the white-stockinged pervert to get back to Her Majesty the Queen in winter, do you…hehehe.”

Now the hermit's servant will become hers! She'll have to make the young Miss Lily of the Valley work for her around the clock, cooking delicious meals for her!

Clearly, the cruelest form of torture Paimon could think of was cooking for her for 24 hours straight. If it were Ying, she would definitely come up with something even more stimulating.

For example, you can complete adventure quests for her, and then you can earn Mora while lying at home!

It doesn't seem like they have much ambition, but right now the most important thing is to purify the pollution that Dvalin has suffered. That should perfectly solve the Mondstadt main storyline, and the next step is to directly progress to Liyue.

Ying no longer wanted to stay in Mondstadt. Too many painful (perverted) memories remained here, and they had to be completely erased, leaving absolutely no trace.

This is an insult and a rape of her brain; it must all be wiped clean!

"continue."

Qin sighed, earnestly treating the earlier interlude as a dream, and tried her best to get things back on track.

However, we still need to find a time to revoke the white silk collection permit. Who knows what outrageous things these people might do with the permit?

Ying shrugged, indicating that it was hard to completely forget what had just happened. As expected of the acting leader, she was able to remain calm and composed, no matter how outrageous the situation was.

Qin was also helpless. As the acting leader, she had to maintain absolute rationality in everything and not let emotions affect her correct judgment.

Otherwise, the most correct thing to do would have been to turn around and throw the lovely and charming Antalina into the Knights' confinement room.

Out of humanitarian considerations, Qin chose to give Linglan another chance. What a lovely girl; she must have just gone astray.

Once she thinks it through herself, she'll definitely understand what the right choice is.

No one believes that the White Silk Thief made the right choice; that she will surely see the error of her ways and return to the right path.

Qin believed this, after all, Linglan seemed so holy and kind, and as long as she was on the right path, her future was bright.

So, let's try to forget the visually shocking scene we just witnessed.

Chapter 103 Zhongli: It's nothing, go get the white silk.

The main venue of the Wind and Flower Festival.

Although the Wind Flower Festival has not yet started, the main venue is already filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

Sandoni did not know the names of these flowers; to her, even the most beautiful flowers were nothing more than gray embellishments.

The unchanging gray is the color of her life.

The dull and lifeless gray is the only color besides the pure white snow.

Even after arriving in Mondstadt, this grayness never disappeared.

Sandonne reached out and gently touched the petals of the Cecilia flower, his fingertips tracing a path that caused the petals to tremble.

If it were Columbia, she would probably describe the information about these flowers in great detail, as she has always loved flowers.

Sandonne was different; she preferred the seemingly monotonous machinery and unchanging gears, which she considered the entirety of life, the unchanging grayness.

It wasn't until he saw the withered dandelion in that letter that Sandonne realized the world was full of colors.

By confining oneself to the workshop, one may never be able to complete the final masterpiece.

A stagnant soul can never be restored.

The girl named "Sandonie" is a being without a past, like an unknown gear that suddenly appears at a certain moment.

Even if they suddenly disappear at any time, probably no one will care.

She will take her uninteresting past with her and disappear into the cold snowfield.

That's how it used to be.

Without dreams and unable to see the direction forward, they move forward numbly like machines, simply for some unrealistic and perhaps forever impossible wish.

Why move forward?

What is the meaning of moving forward?

Can one be forgiven simply by moving forward?

Or is it that moving forward is just for the sake of moving forward, just to extinguish the flame of guilt in one's heart?

"What are you thinking about?"

A warmth suddenly descended, gently taking her slightly cold hand in mine.

Sandoni's hands were always cold, perhaps because she was only accompanied by cold machinery.

This warmth captivated Sandoni.

She looked up and saw Su Ming putting on a white silk headband.

"?"

Sandoni fell silent. She must have been out of her mind to have such a thought. How could she possibly have such feelings for a pervert!

"No, what are you doing?"

Sandonne was somewhat numb, completely unable to understand Su Ming's thought process. Just how many white silks did this person carry with him?

No, the real question is why he's wearing white stockings! Is he a robber?

"I just saw Linglan run away; maybe her identity was exposed."

Su Ming spoke in a serious tone, completely unaware of Miss Sandoni's silence.

"What gave you the illusion that wearing white stockings over your head can hide your identity?"

Sandoni was speechless. "Why don't you use 60D white stockings then!"

This person has been wearing white stockings for so long for nothing, wearing such sheer white stockings over their head every day. It would be strange if they weren't recognized.

Don't you have any common sense?!

Sandonne was exasperated. How could a pervert in white stockings do something so unprofessional? It was a disgrace to white stockings.

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly, but he was still somewhat gratified. As expected of the little wooden puppet he had chosen, her knowledge of white silk was indeed extensive.

"You're right, why don't you give it a try?"

Su Ming took out another white silk stocking, which was still quite transparent.

Sandoni gave a friendly smile, took out a small hammer from inside his clothes, and fired eighty shots at Su Ming's head!

What on earth is this guy thinking? Who would want to become a white-stockinged pervert like him?!

Get out of the Fools' Club, you perverted white-stockinged executive!

An executive officer can have a mental illness, but cannot be a psychopath!

Sandonne began to worry that one day she would follow in Lily of the Valley's footsteps and become a female psychopath who wore white stockings and remained silent all day.

Just thinking about such a thing gives me goosebumps. How could there be such a terrifying future?

Sandoni never imagined she would one day become a monster; if she really did, even Columbia might not recognize her.

If the Empress doesn't even recognize her, that would be quite a show.

To be honest, Sandone is now really looking forward to the scene of Columbia and Lily of the Valley meeting again. She has absolutely no idea what kind of state that little nun has become under Su Ming's influence.

There is indeed a kind of blasphemous beauty to it. No wonder this guy likes the little nun's white stockings so much. If it were Sandoni himself, he would probably be unable to resist Miss Lily of the Valley's white stockings as well.

It's a pity she's not a lolicon, otherwise she would have definitely ripped off Xiaoling's white stockings.

After all, not everyone is like Su Ming, who is both a pervert and a lolicon.

She, Sandonie, was a proper gentleman, completely different from a pervert like Su Ming.

“Looks like she’s already run back to the hotel,” Sandoni said, tearing off Su Ming’s white hair and scoffing, “You promised me.”

Su Ming shrugged and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, let's continue to stroll through the Wind and Flower Festival with our puppet master."

Sandonne frowned slightly and snorted, "This is to gather intelligence, not because I want to come to the Flower Festival."

"It seems you're the real master when it comes to slacking off," Su Ming said with a sigh, not expecting the Seventh Seat Puppet to be so proficient in the art of slacking off.

If every executive were as dedicated as Rosalind, Winter would have unified Teyvat long ago.