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

The guest room Fu Hua mentioned must have been unoccupied for a while; the curtains were drawn shut, making the room dim, and a single bed and a cabinet were among the few pieces of furniture there.

The sheets looked like they had been secretly changed by the girl; there was still some dust on the floor.

But when the boy lay down on the bed and covered himself with the blanket, he smelled the fresh scent of lavender, and the warm temperature covering his body felt like he had just been in the sun.

Is she really that good at taking care of people at such a young age?

With a slight smile playing on her lips, Su Qing'an drifted into a dream, her mind filled with strange thoughts.

With his level of martial arts prowess, he could actually control himself to enter a state of highly focused sleep, thus preventing dreams from occurring.

But for some reason, Su Qing'an did not choose to do so. He allowed himself to indulge in those endless, trivial thoughts, letting his emotions be controlled by his rampant inner demons, shaping past memories.

The more one indulges in it, the more vulnerable one becomes to harm.

In the dream, the boy stood under the ever-present twilight, the sea breeze blowing from St. Freya embracing his body, the ocean currents that reached above his knees seemed to be dragging him to a distant place.

The sea of ​​clouds reflected on the water made him feel as if he were standing between heaven and earth, and the golden sunlight painted his silhouette, like the last stroke of a painting.

There were many, many eyes watching him from behind.

It was a blessing, and also a remembrance.

Keep moving forward, Su Qing'an.

Some people said so, so he turned his back to those gazes and walked toward the boundless ocean, until those gazes could no longer see him, until those holy blue eyes held a sigh.

As the tide receded and dusk fell, there was no road ahead, but he still had to keep going.

The inner demon whispered again about how many things Su Qing'an had left behind on her journey.

You've forgotten so many things, like how much marshmallow Bronya likes to add to her coffee, what Kiana's game save progress is, what dishes you and Fu Hua cooked together on the day you set off for your first mission, and many, many more.

Su Qing'an understood these facts. He looked at the dark future and whispered his response.

I will retrieve it the moment Kenshin is fully restored.

After going through the toughest initial trials, he was already a little different.

The sensation of the sea breeze caressing my cheeks, the release of what I've cherished, the embrace of light and sea—as long as these fragmented emotions and insights remain in my heart, my swordsmanship will never shatter again.

The biggest hurdle to restarting has been overcome; the boy shattered his dream and fell into a long slumber.

Heart Lake.

The pitch-black colors have completely vanished, and the faint gray haze is slowly dissipating...

It dangled its crimson tail feathers and swam playfully within the ice of the heart, wandering back and forth between the boy's soul and the lake of his heart, as if it knew that Su Qing'an was asleep and couldn't notice it, acting somewhat mischievously.

After meeting its future owner, it seemed to become more lively than before.

However, Yu Duchen, who had experienced the restart along with Su Qing'an, had in a sense been completely bound to the boy's soul and had become his possession.

So it only instinctively and quietly gave Fu Hua a little bit of the ability to see through [hidden], instead of happily jumping back into the girl's head.

Su Qing'an, whose mental state had been consistently poor, remained unaware that a seemingly harmless feather was forcibly drawing an invisible thread between him and Fu Hua, indirectly leading to the current situation.

Or rather, Su Qing'an still hasn't discovered that Fu Hua left him a Feather Dust in the previous timeline.

Some answers were actually foreshadowed from the very beginning.

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Fu Hua hung the clothes that had been spun dry in the washing machine on the balcony. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her slender, snow-white wrists. However, no one knew that the owner of these hands already possessed the strength to pin an adult man to the ground with one hand.

Although her father was somewhat strict and demanding towards the students at the martial arts school, he was tolerant towards Fu Hua herself.

This was not out of love for his daughter or excessive tolerance, but simply out of confidence and admiration for her martial arts talent.

Fu Hua has exceptional martial arts talent, so much so that she has already reached the level of Mind's Eye at a young age. This talent can be seen from the fact that she later created the Taixu Sword Qi on her own.

Otherwise, the man wouldn't have had the idea of ​​letting Fu Hua inherit the martial arts school.

Traditional martial arts schools even have the custom of passing down skills to men but not women. Even if male-dominated martial arts schools do not have such restrictions, the consideration of successors will still lean towards men.

and so……

She brought him home purely out of kindness, no different from picking up a stray cat!

The opponent cannot harm me; their strange abilities are so insidious that they seem to have no effect on me.

There's nothing wrong with bringing it home, right?

Anyway, she wouldn't let him stay long. Letting a stranger stay without her father's permission was really not something a girl would do.

Completely ignoring the possibility of cohabitation, she nodded her chin contentedly and muttered to herself:

"Go find the landlord. Even if this strange guy named Su Qing'an doesn't have any money, if I beg him properly, the landlord will probably agree to let him stay for a while."

There aren't many people renting apartments here.

As if swept up by the redevelopment plan, more and more people are choosing to hand over their land directly to government agencies.

The landlord, an elderly man, is nostalgic and not short of money, so Fu Hua doesn't have to worry about suddenly becoming homeless. However, this also means that there are fewer tenants than before.

Many more people will find themselves unable to adapt to the redevelopment plan and seek out a less developed area to escape the changes brought about by this wave. Ultimately, this is a failure of the government's compensation measures.

After a city is redeveloped, the associated taxes and fees for public facilities will increase significantly. For residents who do not own land, it is a better option to move to a new place as soon as they hear the news and adapt to the new environment.

In short, many rooms in the apartments here are vacant, which makes Fu Hua's idea feasible.

A little while later, as the girl mustered her courage to knock on the landlord's door, she suddenly realized a very important problem.

Su Qing'an didn't look like someone who had an ID card.

...Could it really be that there isn't one?

Moreover, it seems that this person's background is unclear.

Even if the landlord is a nice person and you know them well, there's a high chance they won't take in someone of unknown origin who might cause you trouble.

Even more surprisingly, it wouldn't be surprising if some people chose to call the police directly.

Realizing this possibility, she withdrew her small hand from the doorbell.

They've all been brought home... We can't just have him arrested and interrogated right away.

Although judging by appearance is very superficial, Fu Hua had to admit that Su Qing'an didn't look like a bad person. Coupled with that inexplicable fondness, she instinctively abhorred the possibility that the boy was being threatened by the authorities.

So she temporarily abandoned the idea and went home.

Throughout the journey, the girl pondered how an unemployed person with no identity, no home, and no relatives could live a legal and sensible life.

The conclusion is... she couldn't think of any effective methods at all.

Fu Hua felt somewhat troubled by this, but halfway back, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with her attitude.

Why do I always feel like I owe him something?

Helping a stranger, no matter how kind-hearted you are, is probably the limit.

It's more accurate to say that this shouldn't have happened at all.

Ok.

The girl clenched her small fists, as if she were making a firm decision, she thought to herself.

I've decided. I'll let him leave once he wakes up.

Even with the lingering emotional stagnation from the two reboots, Su Qing'an is now a complete stranger to Fu Hua.

After the initial emotional outburst, the remaining goodwill was no longer enough to cause Fu Hua to deviate from reason.

Although I still subconsciously refuse to hurt the other person, the urge to help is not as strong as it was at the beginning, but rather has become a stable attitude.

At my doorstep.

Fu Hua's expression changed as she looked at the door, which was partially open.

Did she not close the door?

Or has he already left?

She suddenly felt a little anxious. Clearly, Su Qing'an leaving would be the easiest choice for her, but…

"magnificent."

Recalling the other person's strange reaction when they saw me and the name they blurted out inevitably caused anxiety to arise and become increasingly severe.

The girl suppressed her emotions and walked step by step to the door of the guest room. Looking at the tightly closed door, she hesitated, wondering if the guest room had left or not.

If Su Qing'an didn't leave but is sleeping inside, wouldn't it seem strange for me to go in?

What if I wake him up?

In the end, Fu Hua suppressed these ulterior motives.

You won't get any results by just standing outside and guessing.

She quietly grasped the handle and pressed it down, then took off her slippers and walked barefoot to the bedside to slow her movements.

So she looked at the boy's peaceful sleeping posture and breathed a sigh of relief. So it turned out that she hadn't paid attention when she closed the door?

She sat cross-legged on the ground, gazing silently at the other person's hazy profile in the dim light, her thoughts racing.

Why does this person know my name? And why do they look at me with such a knowing gaze?

Is it just a homonym or a coincidence?

Although this is the best and most reasonable explanation, Fu Hua felt that the answer was not so simple.

Today's encounter was truly fantastical, as if a completely different person had poured all their emotions into them, urging her to lend a helping hand.

So she obediently did as she was told, and relied on that inexplicable intuition to barely follow the elusive boy for over an hour, seemingly undaunted by any difficulties or obstacles.

But on what grounds?

The girl suddenly felt a subtle unease, a kind of awkwardness like the rebelliousness of her youth. She felt as if she was picking up other people's things, that those feelings belonged to other people, and that Su Qing'an's initial look, which conveyed the feeling that they were very familiar, was also directed at someone else.

In Fu Hua's own logic, they had only just met, so how could they have any past?

So even from a metaphysical perspective, she subconsciously felt that none of these things belonged to her. The Hua that Su Qing'an spoke of was another Hua that she did not know, and those emotions that were suddenly and forcefully stuffed into her chest were all strange accidents.

As time goes by, these things will disappear on their own. Just like when she first started practicing martial arts, she thought she would never be able to leave this path for the rest of her life, but recently her father's words have gradually pulled Fu Hua far away from this path.

You see, this shows that nothing is predetermined.