Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

That ray of light freed you from suffering, and from then on, your world became vast and boundless, where birds could fly and fish could leap freely.

So no matter how dazzling you become later, you can never shine brighter than that beam of light.

Su Qing'an is that ray of light.

So the girl specially got a bouquet of naturally grown flowers from the flower shop, even though Sato Yuno herself knew that the vase was already full and that the person in question didn't particularly like flowers.

Even such details cannot be ignored by her.

She had a reason for not knocking: she knew the person inside wouldn't respond.

Su Qing'an has fallen into a coma, and it seems that the entire St. Freya Academy is powerless to help her.

There's nothing we can do.

This won't do. As this thought popped into her mind, unparalleled anger and murderous intent almost overwhelmed her reason. Finally, her gaze lingered on the boy's drooping, slightly curled eyelashes. The sunlight cast a hazy silhouette on his face, giving him a sense of peace.

Yuno Sato managed to control her rage.

However, I cannot think that way.

Wouldn't that be like giving up? It's not right to feel like you can't do anything just because you encounter difficulties.

You must persevere, grit your teeth and carry all this forward, until you finally reach the ending you desire.

Therefore, restraint is necessary.

However, Sato Yuno was still unable to stop the huge emptiness that appeared in her heart. In order to avoid further emotional turmoil, she chose to turn around and leave after treating Su Qing'an.

The reason she wasn't going in was because she was mentally preparing herself to see Su Qing'an still unconscious.

The girl reached out her hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Boom, boom."

This was an incredibly strange act; she knew perfectly well that the people inside wouldn't respond, yet the growing expectation within her still compelled her to do it.

The gentle knocking was so careful, as if she were afraid of waking the person inside.

The girl's strange behavior went unnoticed.

Her anxious yet forced composure was buried by the passing sea breeze on this land.

Soon, Sato Yuno pushed open the door.

She stopped her pointless expectations and stepped into the ward.

What comes into view is a spotless room; although it is a hospital room, its interior has a warm and welcoming feel.

The boy was wearing a light-colored hospital gown, his collarbone peeking out from the wide neckline, and his pale skin made him look thin and fragile.

The repeated serious injuries began to clearly affect his body, and even the powers of a pseudo-Herrscher could not fully compensate for it.

Even while he was unconscious, the artificial holy marks continued to erode the boy's body.

The side features a large floor-to-ceiling window with specially reinforced glass that can withstand bullets of considerable caliber. The robust shockproof design is also a standard feature, a hallmark of the company.

But the sea view outside the window made Sato Yuno ignore the core message.

It must be beautiful to see the sea at sunset from here.

He'll like it, the girl thought, and a smile crept onto her face.

She sat down on the chair next to the boy's bed without making a sound.

Sunlight and the scent of waves rushed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a gentle breeze blew in from the open window, causing the boy's hair to sway slightly. The fresh air was pleasant, and the temperature was just right.

Such a room is more like a vacation room than a hospital room. In fact, considering that Su Qing'an's health is no longer a problem, the reason for the current situation remains a mystery.

The configuration of a standard hospital ward is meaningless to today's teenagers.

Therefore, the only thing they can do is create an environment that makes him feel relaxed and comfortable subconsciously.

Here, facing the sea, one can peacefully grind coffee beans while watching the swaying and sinking sunset, allowing Su Qing'an to make coffee.

Yes, the room even contained things that each of them thought the boy would like.

Among them were various types of coffee beans and coffee machines. In addition, the bookshelves were filled with a wide variety of books. After his soul essence transcended that of ordinary people, he had always loved reading. So, in Ji Zi's eyes, this was undoubtedly Su Qing'an's hobby.

Kiana moved her game discs and game console into this room, probably because the boy had very few things he liked.

So even games that Su Qing'an considered dispensable could be considered part of his hobbies in their eyes.

Sato Yuno did nothing, or perhaps she felt it was pointless, or maybe she didn't know what she could put in.

This person likes too few things and leaves too little trace in this world, like a kite on a thin string drifting in the sky. Once the string breaks, it will disappear from your world without a trace.

If you really care about this kite, then you will inevitably feel terrified about it.

That thin line was partly composed of the things he cared about, but in Sato Yuno's opinion, Su Qing'an cared about very few things. From this point of view, it was perhaps really rare for someone as indifferent as him to risk his life and seriously swing his sword that day.

He didn't think he was completely worthless; in fact, he held a place among the few in his heart.

But that's all. This person cares about so little that even just being a friend is enough for him to go to such lengths.

Such a person is really stupid, but it is precisely this stupidity and obsession that saved Sato Yuno.

"Can you wake up?" The girl stared blankly at the baby's breath in her hand.

She had heard of the meaning of baby's breath flowers.

Baby's breath carries different meanings depending on its color, which may be fate or coincidence.

The baby's breath she picked up from the florist today was a soft pink.

A supporting role?

The girl smiled as she thoughtfully murmured the meaning of the flowers.

She never cared about these things. Sato Yuno had long lost the right to acquire them. In her view, her soul and body, which had been eroded by hatred and a broken consciousness, were no longer qualified to be filled with beautiful emotions.

This kind of life is enough.

As long as he's alright, that's all that matters.

But even such a wish could not be fulfilled.

in case……

If only this were just a nap, he would wake up soon and ask how long he had slept, and he would say that he should go to training soon.

So what does he do after training?

Sato Yuno vaguely thought that he would probably spend a few hours in the coffee shop, whether there were customers or not, it was something that would make him feel relaxed and happy.

When the clock on the building points to six, he might habitually go to the shore to watch the sea, see the sun gradually setting, and the boy's occasional lonely figure being lengthened by the arc of light and then disappearing as darkness slowly descends.

Sato Yuno had seen that scene many times, but she never chose to step forward.

Sometimes, when the boy was alone, he would stand very close to the sea, his feet sinking into the shallowest part of the tide. The calm yet turbulent waves of the sea seemed to threaten to engulf him in the endless currents at any moment.

The boy's fleeting, almost imperceptible presence made the girl who witnessed this scene feel suffocated and empty for a moment.

You see, he might really disappear at any moment.

Like the Little Mermaid in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale who turned into sea foam, what you might see in the vast ocean afterwards are her remains, or perhaps she simply disappeared completely, leaving no trace of her remains.

Sometimes even fairy tales aren't beautiful, let alone reality.

Sato Yuno left after all. Before she left, she carefully placed the baby's breath into the vase.

In her hand she held the bouquet of flowers that had been placed in the vase and had not yet withered.

She didn't say a word when she came, and she didn't say a word when she left.

Sato Yuno was indeed powerless, but she had not given up hope.

93. Fu Hua, Yu Du Chen.

In life, one will always encounter many choices.

But perhaps at some random turn in the road, the choices you make will have a profound impact, and could even overturn your destiny.

Fu Hua herself did not understand whether what she was facing was a minor incident that could be laughed off or an extremely important decision.

She quietly entered the ward after everyone else had finished visiting the boy.

The girl was still wearing the same black trench coat she wore in Norway, and even a hurried and rushed journey did not make her look travel-worn.

She maintained an impeccable elegance from head to toe, as if she had just returned from a trip to the Maldives rather than from a battle.

But in that small island nation with its clear waters and white sand, what she brought back was not the warm and pleasant sunshine.

Rather, it is like the seawater that is expected to gradually swallow the entire island within a century—a silent yet relentlessly eroding force, like an abyss.

The complex emotions were not reflected on the immortal's face. Even though his martial intent was as difficult to control as Su Qing'an had once discovered, his control over his emotions remained strong.

Otherwise, the loneliness she endured year after year would have been enough to break her back.

But the fact that she came here at this time proves that her heart is not as calm as it appears on the surface.

Fu Hua quietly gazed at the boy's profile, its shadow blurred by the sunlight, and suddenly spoke:

"Su Qing'an?"

The three words fell softly, as if sinking into the endless depths of the sea, without any response.

This was to be expected; she had already seen Su Qing'an's physical report and data, and the boy must have done even more outrageous things in the Sacred Mark Space.

The result is what we have now.

St. Freya Academy was safe and sound, and he was unconscious.

The girl's face was hidden in the backlight, and her pupils, as blue as the swaying blue sea, reflected the boy's slightly upturned lips, which seemed to be smiling.

The immortal repeated the name again.

“Su Qingan…”

Seeing his battered body gradually repaired by the pseudo-Herrscher, a slight sense of pleasure genuinely arose within him.

After seeing the physical data from Theresa and understanding the situation, the chill that welled up in my heart was indescribable.

The strange, throbbing feeling that now takes root in my heart when I see the boy sleeping is an undeniable fact.

"This is really reckless."