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

“You’ve never been curious about anything, whether it’s the martial arts I teach you, the abilities that can awaken you, or even your combat power that’s different from an A-rank Valkyrie. You know all of this, and then you accept it all without a second thought.”

"Even though I have so many strange things about me, you seem to have never... never doubted me."

"Why, Su Qing'an?"

In fact, Fu Hua shouldn't be the kind of person to ask this kind of question. That unique tacit understanding has always been a barrier between them protecting each other, and piercing through that barrier is not a good thing for the girl.

Some things are best left unsaid, but at this moment, Fu Hua frankly revealed everything.

This action essentially means that she is willing to tell Su Qing'an the truth, which is why she asked.

Ask why.

Su Qing'an remained silent for a while. This was probably the kind of pain that comes with restarting the timeline. You understand that you were once incredibly close to this person, and in some ways, you even understood her better than she understood herself.

But once the timeline is restarted, everything returns to nothing.

You and she are no longer connected, no longer bound by anything.

When you meet again, the way those eyes look at you is so unfamiliar and distant, as if you are looking at a complete stranger in a sea of ​​people.

Once you brush past a stranger on the street, you will naturally never meet them again.

Even now, Su Qing'an cannot say to her with any pride, "I knew you 55,000 years ago."

I know many of your little habits, I know your past, I know your past confusion, I know your past resentment and preferences.

I know you quite well; we weren't completely unconnected before...

Even now, he still can't bring himself to say it.

Because Su Qing'an understood that even if she said it, what would be the use? Even if the timeline hadn't restarted, it was still 55,000 years ago.

The boy who used all his strength to climb out of the ruins on that rainy night has long been submerged in the overwhelming sea of ​​trivial memories, gradually losing his original color.

Perhaps she has forgotten, or perhaps she hasn't, but in any case, the brilliance of her past has long since faded.

It turns out that time really can take everything away.

Even if she hadn't forgotten anything, Su Qing'an could no longer say things like, "I've known you before."

And even for the sake of that possible future, he couldn't bring himself to say "I like you."

The boy remained silent for a long, long time, and finally he said softly:

"Does that matter, Hua?"

The two did not continue speaking, but when Su Qing'an stepped onto the steps, the mist that swirled around Mount Taixu like a dragon paused for a moment.

Immediately, bizarre and fantastical scenes almost completely filled the field of vision.

Above the celestial mountain shrouded in white mist, countless crimson feathers fell and swirled like a rain of light.

It is the imprint of the heart.

Inside are countless memories left behind by Fu Hua over five thousand years, but at this moment they all awaken here, as if they are overjoyed at the arrival of someone.

A crimson feather, like an illusion, passed through Fu Hua's body, seemingly invisible, but instead landed in the boy's palm, the soft feather obediently adhering to his skin.

It swayed slightly, very affectionately.

They did not welcome Fu Hua, who was their master.

It was Su Qing'an.

The girl let out a soft sigh and asked the stunned Su Qing'an:

"Does it matter now?"

145. Cangxuan: Chiyuan, you've been working so hard all this time.

The world conjured up a hazy boundary, and the scenery of Mount Taixu and the myriad feathers disappeared at the edge of the field of vision. Su Qing'an watched as countless trivial scenes flashed by at the speed of light in a rewind.

He couldn't see even a fraction of the scenes from his memory, but some subtle emotions seemed to resonate deep within him.

Like the tip of a feather brushing against the heart, an indescribable, subtle sensation permeates the entire body like water.

hua……

In this encounter, Su Qing'an was closer to this person than ever before.

The joys and sorrows that had long been dormant in the heart began to play a strange melody in the boy's soul.

It seems that something different has also occurred in the essence of the soul.

It didn't become stronger, but some other things did appear inside.

The fragments of memory that had enveloped my retina receded like the tide, and were replaced by a sudden, bright light.

"Red Kite, this is a weather forecasting device I recently developed. With it, you can know the weather for the next three days without leaving home."

"So please go out more often lately and check the weather for me."

A soft, cool voice reached her ears, and Su Qing'an discovered through the once dazzling light that the world before her had been reconstructed into a different scene.

This time, however, is different from those fleeting memories.

Everything was so vivid, it was as if he had been transported back to the distant past.

The speaker was a petite girl with delicate, youthful features and deep blue eyes that were calm yet conveyed a sense of timelessness.

The old-fashioned white dress she wore gave the girl a dignified air that transcended her age.

The person who just spoke was her.

At that moment, she was looking at a device and talking to the person next to her.

"it is good."

"But Cangxuan, if you want to know the weather, can't you just look out the window?"

Why do you want me to go out?

The one who responded to the girl's words was Fu Hua from a distant era.

At this moment, she looked completely different from Su Qing'an. Her long, snow-white hair was casually tied behind her back, with a few strands of crimson showing through the white hair on her forehead.

The clothing, clinging to the body, outlines a beautiful curve, and the figure, with its slender waist as the center, exudes an alluring charm.

The exposed side of her thighs makes one want to get closer to the vague image extending to the inside of her buttocks, with the slightly exposed bright white skin and snow-white hair complementing each other perfectly.

This was an exceptionally gorgeous and exquisite outfit, but compared to the conservative style of a young girl on a daily basis, it appeared somewhat erotic.

But this was neutralized by her solemn and dignified aura, and her detached indifference, creating a unique and strange atmosphere.

If we were to express it in the context of China, it would roughly be what is known as an immortal.

It is so otherworldly that it prevents one from having even the slightest thought of profanity.

"This is from the time of protecting the Divine Land," Su Qing'an thought to himself as he turned his gaze to the girl.

And this was one of Hua's former friends, Cang Xuan.

If this were a scene that had actually happened in history, it wouldn't be hard to understand why I'm here.

This should be a detailed memory from one of the feathers, while the myriad images that flashed by before were a process of selection.

Select the images you truly want him to see from among these feathers.

All that is before us may be the result of the selection process.

Otherwise, Su Qing'an couldn't explain why these feathers reacted to him, and why they presented an ocean current formed by all his memories, penetrating his own soul.

The boy didn't believe it was just a coincidence, so he thought his judgment had a certain degree of accuracy.

It's like a water droplet left in the palm of your hand after a tide has passed.

But this drop of water was specifically reserved for him.

Su Qing'an carefully observed the scene before her, waiting to see how things would unfold.

Cang Xuan lay languidly in a bamboo rocking chair, glancing out the window as she said:

"Some rooms have windows that don't offer a view of the outside scenery."

Chi Yuan nodded slightly:

"Too……"

The girl's expression was indifferent. She slumped in the bamboo chair and continued:

"Besides... I'm too lazy to move."

A hint of helpless smile flickered across Chi Yuan's indifferent expression as she softly replied:

"...I understand, I'll go check for you."

After Cang Xuan hummed in agreement, she seemed to suddenly remember something and said slowly and deliberately:

"By the way, Danzhu said she'd cook today, she should be making a ruckus in the kitchen by now, right?"

Upon hearing this, the girl's expression turned somewhat strange. She stood up and said:

"I'll go check on her. Danzhu's cooking makes me uneasy."

Then, in response to Cang Xuan's slight nod of his chin, Chi Yuan walked towards the kitchen.

All of this resembled the mundane daily life Fu Hua shared with her friend before he died.

A warm and ordinary daily life...

And at some point in the future, all of these will eventually vanish into nothingness.

All that remains today is the memory contained within this feather.

But what is the meaning of this memory when you look at it yourself?

Let him know his incompetence?

Let Su Qing'an know that even though he understands everything.

Even though he saw the weight of everything the girl had lost, was he still... powerless?

No one can cross those past years to redeem a phantom that has long since drowned in sorrow.

Su Qing'an couldn't either.