[ He slaps - gently - a talisman on Xingqiu's forehead, covering that glimmer of beauty and horror. If Xingqiu begins to move too erratically, he'll hold the other boy down. ]

Wishing doesn't mean we're immediately granted our heart's desire. I always hope it comes back, but it's up to the rain to decide. It's never failed to return before. Never.

Come back to me, Xingqiu.