A cold rejection is nothing compared to a love that's wilted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Don't make me choose between you and her." Zhongli's voice was strict. "Why? Cause you'll choose her her?" He already knew the answer to that. "Yes." Zhongli's voice is resigned but firm, "I'll choose her." His decision is clear, and Childe was aware of it. He was aware of who would be picked and understood that he would never come in first. He would always be inferior to a dead woman.