In the virtual world of Teyvat, there is an inconspicuous four-star character named Ai Kefei. She has no gorgeous skills, no dazzling halo, and no exclusive constellation and background story like those five-star characters. She is like the old woman who always works silently in the fields at the head of the village. No one pays attention to her, but she measures acres of land with her own footsteps.

The world of Teyvat is very big, the gods live in high places, the heroes are covered with halos, and stories and legends spread like spring breeze in every corner. Ai Kefei, she is just the most ordinary existence in this world. She does not have the “Eye of God” as people say, and she does not have strange spells. More often, she silently pays in battle and does those trivial jobs that are not noticed by others. Her days are a slow and long road.

At first, when people drew cards, she was like an obscure landscape, occasionally flashing, but no one was willing to focus on her. Her skills are not even famous enough, and she is just a character used to supplement elements in the team. Players always evaluate her as “make do”, and some even laugh at her as a “drag character” in the forum. But she never defends herself, as if she has determined such a fate from the moment she was born.

Teyvat is a cruel world. Every time a new version is launched and a new five-star character appears, she is forgotten more deeply and her position is constantly squeezed. She is like the tiles on the old roof in the village, wind and rain, full of moss and cracks, but never falls off. She sticks to it in silence and exists in her own way.

There is no grand story of her growth, no stage cheered by thousands of people. She grows slowly with a little experience, a drop of sweat, and repeated dungeons. She kills monsters, collects, and completes tasks. Even if her fingers are sore and her eyes are tired, she still does not give up. She knows that there are no shortcuts in this world, only persistence step by step.

Her weapons are not shining, her relics are not shining, but her heart is as tough as iron. She treated every piece of material as a treasure, even if it was just an ordinary ore, she would collect it repeatedly. She brushed materials, stayed up late to complete tasks, and never complained of being tired even when she was exhausted. She said: “Only in this way can I be qualified to stand in this world.”

On the map of Teyvat, she has walked through so many rugged mountain roads, stepped on so many barren sands, and soaked in wind, snow, rain and fog. She has witnessed the departure of countless companions, and watched newcomers replace her position one after another. She has never been mentioned specifically, but she has silently supported the sky for those adventurers day after day.

Some people say that she is a “dispensable” character, a dust forgotten in the corner. But she knows that she is not insignificant. Her persistence is a microcosm of countless ordinary people, and it is the child in the nameless village who uses his meager strength to support his home.

In her eyes, Teyvat is not a stage with only glory and legends, but a world full of real suffering and warmth. She has seen wheat fields blown down by strong winds and bridges washed away by rivers. She understands that true strength is not a momentary brilliance, but a backbone that does not fall in the wind and rain.

She never cares how others evaluate her. She has her own belief, which is to try her best to live out her own brilliance. Although the light is weak and almost invisible, she knows that one day, even a little spark can illuminate the darkness.

Her story has no end, nor a gorgeous ending. She still stands silently on the edge of Teyvat, waiting for those who occasionally stop and give her a warm look.

It is a persistence about the ordinary, and a silent cry for all ignored characters. In her own way, she tells us: In this world, every life deserves respect, and every effort should not be forgotten.