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

If Dad isn't around, there's not much to explain in a short time. And even if he were a bad guy, given his physique and physical condition, he'd most likely be no match for me.

By selectively ignoring the possibility that the other party might possess other mysterious abilities, Fu Hua made her decision.

"Su Qing'an, right? You can come home with me for now."

"how?"

Su Qing'an had little energy to consider the reasons for the other party's overly friendly attitude. Given his trust in Fu Hua, he naturally nodded in acceptance.

...

...

Half an hour later, Su Qing'an entered the girl's house.

Previously, he had been following Fu Hua's instructions to use the [Hidden] ability to conceal his presence along the way in order to avoid causing any unnecessary trouble.

Fu Hua's home is an apartment in a residential complex. She is well-known to the neighbors, and everyone who sees her along the way greets her. Clearly, this quiet girl is very popular with the elders around her.

This is enough to show that without the existence of [Zang], Fu Hua's actions would likely have spread throughout the streets and alleys of this area the very next day.

Even though she knew that no one could see Su Qing'an beside her, Fu Hua still acted a little more unnaturally than usual. She only relaxed slightly after entering the room.

In the girl's previously conventional life, this was the first time she had done something so exciting.

The peaceful daily life was torn apart by the ghostly boy and the strange throbbing in her heart, which would be a standard protagonist's predicament in some novels she had read out of boredom before.

Even though Fu Hua didn't find her previous life boring, the imagination she should have at her age still made her prone to letting her thoughts wander in all sorts of random directions.

The boy appears obedient and well-behaved. If it weren't for the faintly visible wounds and large amounts of blood, no one would likely find him strange.

The alien's appearance alone is enough to disregard his true nature; even his nationality becomes clear the moment he opens his mouth, revealing him to be a deserter or assassin from some mysterious organization.

With her imagination, which seemed less vibrant than that of girls her age, she could only imagine things progressing to this point. She even attributed Su Qing'an's previous honesty to the fact that the other person was in a bad mental state and had started talking nonsense.

Fu Hua pulled out a chair for Su Qing'an to sit down, and then ran into the room to find a brand new bath towel.

Even if she wanted him to rest properly, she had to let him wash his body first. The boy's brand-new clothes were filled with a strong smell of blood, which was why she asked him to "hide." If the police saw this, the situation would obviously be very bad.

Neither Fu Hua, who knew nothing, nor Su Qing'an, who understood a great deal, understood the true reason behind the current harmonious outcome.

But soon, Su Qing'an will likely be able to uncover some of the truth behind the restart through some past details.

Not long after, she handed him a bath towel and pointed towards the bathroom, saying:

"Go take a shower first, then rest for a bit."

"I'll take you to the landlord's place to ask if he can let you stay for a few days."

Su Qing'an took the bath towel she handed him and said:

"I don't have any money, so don't bother me too much."

"If it's too troublesome, don't insist. I'll figure something out myself."

The boy paused slightly before turning to enter the bathroom, and said:

"Thank you, Hua."

Thank you for saving me from a situation I absolutely couldn't afford to fail at the most crucial moment.

Even if it's not for this reason...

Just seeing her made Su Qing'an very happy.

...

...

The clear water seemed to reshape and sculpt streamlined muscles. What the girl perceived as a frail body had actually been forged into a terrifying form through countless painful experiences.

Through the mist, Su Qing'an's body was covered with scattered scars, as if someone had drawn wild patterns with varying shades of ink.

Two of the scars were the deepest, as if a palette had been accidentally overturned and landed on a blank sheet of paper, the colors incredibly intense.

It is in the center of the chest.

The deepest scar remains where Himeko Murata once pierced through with her sword.

And there is...

The boy subconsciously touched his left shoulder, then looked at his still-present left hand, his gaze drifting to the joint where the bones were connected, where grotesque flowers bloomed, as if silently telling the story of the pain he had suffered.

Gods... what a twisted sense of humor.

These scars, which could clearly be traced back to nothing, were all deliberately preserved by Him, as if to bear witness to Su Qing'an's journey.

The scarred ankle of the boy was stained red with blood and filth, which completely stained the ground. His face was cleaned up in the warm water.

The faint traces of wounds left on his face had all healed. He lowered his eyes and let the water droplets fall freely along the curve of his eyelashes. The bloodshot in his dark eyes gradually faded, and the gradually recovering whites of his eyes made his gaze appear gentler.

Clearly, Su Qing'an's physical functions are completely different from those of normal humans. After the Mirror of Enlightenment, his body seems to have been forcibly shaped to be more powerful. His physical recovery ability, nerve reflexes, speed, strength and other conditions have once again been pulled to different limits than before.

These things didn't feel very real to him before he died, because that opponent was a powerful enemy who was defeated entirely by Rin's strength, and physical factors had almost no impact on the battle at that time.

But now it is the reason why he was able to survive these three days. On that day, Su Qing'an used his Collapse Force to penetrate the shield of the Temple-level Honkai Beast, shattering its head and half of its bright white body. This was a feat he could not have accomplished without Honkai energy.

The improvement in martial arts and physical fitness has given Su Qing'an the combat power of an A-rank Valkyrie even with her sword heart clouded, not to mention...

He glanced at the lake of his heart, where the cracks were gradually disappearing and the dark color was slowly fading.

With just a period of calm, Su Qing'an will be able to return to his peak condition.

Hopefully, he can resolve his issues regarding his body and swordsmanship before this cataclysmic event occurs.

The warm water made the boy even sleepier, but it also made him continue to think about his attitude towards Fu Hua.

Reboot...

Is it really that complete?

This was the first time Su Qing'an had questioned this issue.

Su Qing'an understood Fu Hua's personality quite well during this period.

During their first meeting, the girl completely revealed her past life to him during their heart-to-heart talk, and judging from her appearance, the time span between that time and the present should not be more than a year.

Therefore, he understood that even Fu Hua at this time would not extend such a level of assistance to strangers.

Bringing a stranger home, even one skilled in martial arts, is an unwise choice, especially since she had no reason to do so.

In Fu Hua's eyes, this should be a strange stranger, and it would be a normal choice to glance at him once or twice and then leave.

Just like you wouldn't readily offer help to someone who is acting strangely and has a dirty face in public if you were in distress.

Choosing to call the police is actually a more realistic option.

But the fact that she did this can only mean that in Fu Hua's subconscious, Su Qing'an is not a stranger, and she might even feel a certain closeness to him, which is why she would take him home directly.

As for the fact that she would develop a good impression of someone she had just met, Su Qing'an could only guess that this was the lingering ashes left over from the reboot.

It is precisely because Fu Hua's feelings for Su Qing'an from the previous timeline were inherited to some extent by Fu Hua in the current timeline that these events can be explained.

"Hua, do you like me?"

His voice echoed softly in the light mist, but no one responded.

No one could answer the boy's questions, and the promise the immortal wanted to make was ultimately overturned in those seemingly non-existent times.

Su Qing'an was not disappointed. Perhaps there would be no response to these questions, but the girl's attitude towards her had already proven a lot.

It was like a silent response from the ashes, or a gentle comfort, leaving Su Qing'an momentarily unsure whether to cry or laugh.

"I will try my best to make things less tiring for you."

The showerhead stopped spraying warm water, and Su Qing'an's decision, which she had secretly made, was quietly hidden away, like the ground that had been washed clean by a large flow of water.

The smell of blood on his body was almost completely washed away by the shower gel and shampoo. He pulled back the curtain, rubbed his wet hair with a towel, and then prepared to pick up the clothes hanging on the glass sliding door.

That was something Su Qing'an had taken from the mall.

The boy silently memorized the prices of these clothes, intending to return them later, since earning money wouldn't be difficult for him given his abilities.

But the boy suddenly realized that the clothes hanging above had turned into a set of pajamas.

Seemingly hearing the water stop, Fu Hua explained from a short distance away:

"I put your clothes in the washing machine; they all smell of blood. So you can wear my dad's pajamas for now."

"He's not feeling well lately and is in the hospital. The second room on the left after you come out of the bathroom is empty. Your eyes are bloodshot, you should go in and get some sleep."

The girl chattered on and on, and her manner unconsciously transformed into that of someone she knew very well, engaging in a natural conversation.

Fu Hua poured laundry detergent into the washing machine. Suddenly realizing the awkwardness of their overly natural conversation, she pursed her rosy lips and chose to end the conversation there.

Wearing his pajamas, Su Qing'an walked into the living room. He looked at the girl standing on the balcony. The well-lit area reflected the beauty of her features, making her look like a painting that would be etched into his heart.

It can be remembered for a very long time.

She turned around at the sound of footsteps, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The boy's slender figure and upright, bamboo-like back made his pajamas look strangely handsome. His damp hair was casually plastered to his forehead, and his face, now free of mottled bloodstains, was unexpectedly delicate.

He was looking at himself at that moment.

It was as if a piece of the sky had fallen into those eyes, reflecting the unrestrained blue of youth, the wispy clouds, and himself.

He said softly:

"Thank you for your help, Hua."

Fu Hua stopped looking at him and said indifferently:

"Go to sleep first."

Su Qing'an rubbed his eyes. Although he could continue to force himself to stay awake, there was no need for it. So he obediently followed the girl's advice and went into the guest room.

On the balcony.

The girl looked at the excess laundry detergent in the washing machine and felt that she was acting really strange today.

However... there seems to be something worth writing in my diary.

Yeah, just a little bit.

7. Xiaohua's troubles.