Once Yun Jin hurried over after quickly removing her makeup, things became much simpler.
"Ah, really, brother—sorry about that!"
"Next time, next time for sure!"
"Next time you don't even have to treat me—I'll treat you!"
"Ah, many thanks, many thanks—my apologies, my apologies!"
"..."
After a round of polite exchanges, wearing a ceremoniously warm smile, Tartaglia watched as Bai Ge and Yun Jin's figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
Yet for some reason, he still felt that something was… off. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
But then again, this was Liyue—
the very place where even Signora could fool everyone present.
"Lord Bai Ge really is impressive,"
beside him, a Wind Fist leaned over and praised.
"Earlier, Lady Signora took special notice of him, and now Lady Yun Jin chased after him as well. Lord Bai Ge seems to be quite popular in Liyue…"
"Mm, indeed," Tartaglia nodded after hearing that.
Lady Yun Jin's status was extraordinary. Being valued by her was, in another way, proof of Bai Ge's exceptional nature.
Thinking that way, Tartaglia felt slightly reassured.
A person like that… surely wouldn't be playing him, right?
"Let's go. We should check on Lady Signora," Tartaglia said.
The Fatui group departed.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
After leaving the Fatui's line of sight, Yun Jin—who had been holding onto Bai Ge—let go with a cheerful smile.
"Brother Bai, how was it? My little bit of acting just now wasn't bad, right?"
She looked at Bai Ge expectantly, as if asking for praise.
"Good—no, too good!"
Bai Ge gave Yun Jin a thumbs-up.
"I think with your acting skills, you could go to Danfeng and star as a movie's leading lady without any problem!"
Hearing Bai Ge's praise, Yun Jin was clearly delighted.
And when movies were mentioned, she grew even more interested.
"Movies… are those the kind of things that can be recorded and replayed again and again?"
"If we had something like that here, I wouldn't have to worry about my operas being heard by only one room of people each time!"
Yun Jin had always felt regret that her performances could only be enjoyed by a limited audience.
Perhaps this was a thought shared by many artists?
For example, in Bai Ge's previous life, the singer Deng Ziqi had always worked hard to buy back the rights to her songs and release them on various platforms for everyone to listen to freely.
"There will be a chance," Bai Ge said, patting his chest confidently.
"Once I finish what I'm doing here, I'll go to Danfeng and bring back a full set of film equipment."
"When the time comes, I'll be the director, you'll be the actress, and together we'll make Liyue's very first movie!"
"Liyue's first movie…"
Hearing this, Yun Jin's eyes filled with longing.
She had always been someone who loved new things.
At this moment, Bai Ge's words completely ignited the desire in her heart.
"Then I'll be in your care, Brother Bai. I'll trouble you with this," Yun Jin said sincerely.
Although she was the head of the Yun-Han Opera Troupe, Yun Jin didn't actually have much freedom.
After all, she was someone who respected her elders, and the troupe was still overseen by many senior performers from the older generation.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. This time I really owe you one—otherwise I wouldn't even know how I'd have gotten away today!" Bai Ge said gratefully.
"The last time someone caused trouble, it was Brother Bai who helped resolve it. And without Brother Bai's advice, there wouldn't be the me of today. Helping you is only right," Yun Jin replied.
She was talking about something that had happened not long after Bai Ge first transmigrated.
Back then, Bai Ge had gone to listen to opera for the first time on a whim, only to encounter an overzealous fan of Yun Jin rushing the stage. Bai Ge promptly stepped in and dealt with it.
Later, when Yun Jin thanked him, he learned that she was still in a period of confusion and had not yet awakened her Vision.
At the time, Yun Jin felt that no matter what opera she sang, she followed the same pattern:
When the conflict intensified, she raised her voice.
When the situation fell into a low point, she lowered her voice and slowly sang out the lyrics.
This formulaic style could indeed earn thunderous applause—but only because of her voice and bearing. It lacked a soul.
So Bai Ge offered her a suggestion: sing Walking Through Snow.
When the character in the opera was lost in the snow, the performer herself was also lost in confusion.
In that perfectly aligned state, the moment Yun Jin walked out of it, she entered a moment of enlightenment.
After that realization, at some unknown point, a Geo Vision appeared in her sleeve.
Because of this, Yun Jin was deeply grateful to Bai Ge.
"Oh, right—Brother Bai," Yun Jin suddenly asked,
"Fan Er-ye asked me to pass on his thanks. You helped him hold the fort today, and next time he wants to treat you to a meal."
"But I also heard from him that you hadn't planned to get into a conflict at first. What happened?"
Yun Jin asked curiously.
Hearing her question, something stirred in Bai Ge's heart.
"Well… that's a long story."
"But didn't you say you were tired of telling stories about gods and immortals, and wanted to tell stories about people—only lacking good material?"
"Coincidentally, I have one right here."
"What do you think about The Ballad of the Final Lament—the story of the Crimson Witch of Flame?"
Bai Ge's smile gradually grew… abstract.
Turning Signora's story into an opera to be sung and passed down—
this was truly a path no one had ever imagined.
"Could you tell me more about it?" Yun Jin asked, brimming with curiosity.
"Of course," Bai Ge said, and began to narrate.
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