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

Expanding on the content in the above format is enough to encompass most of it. To determine her specific mood, you need to see how many details she added.

The first event in Fu Hua's diary was taking in a stray kitten and raising it at her father's martial arts school. The second event was chasing away several junior high school boys who liked to rob elementary school students on the street.

The little girl's entertainment activities also revolved around overly simple activities like watching TV and stargazing.

If someone saw her diary, they would find it utterly boring and probably wouldn't even bother to turn to the page about finding the cat before just throwing it away.

In fact, even Fu Hua, who has a long-standing habit of keeping a diary, felt that this matter seemed more formalistic than practical.

After going to Canghai City, she stopped writing in her diary.

Given Fu Hua's personality, keeping a diary in a boarding school with many students is a very difficult thing in itself.

Besides, the matter itself was no longer of much significance; there was no room for her diary in the luggage she had prepared for her trip to Canghai City.

But today is a little different.

The girl suppressed her sleepiness and began to write the first sentence.

On [Date], I met Master Su.

Clearly, although Fu Hua outwardly refrained from calling Su Qing'an that, she secretly found it quite amusing, even combining the two titles that Su Qing'an found subtly amusing.

If a boy sees these four words, his feelings will be very complicated.

The diary entries that followed were filled with complex and changing psychological descriptions. The emotions that had twisted and turned along the way were written down as unprecedentedly long passages.

After describing several events, the diary ends with a final, ambiguous sentence.

[Master Su seems to know me. I also feel like I know him...]

The unwritten thoughts remained hidden in her heart. With these lingering feelings, the girl changed into a plain sky-blue nightgown and curled up in bed.

She clutched the corner of the blanket with her little hand, rubbed her head against the soft pillow, and her smooth gray hair was spread out like silk beside the pillow, making one want to reach out and touch it.

The nightlight on the bedside table, which hadn't been turned off, emitted an orange-red glow, vaguely outlining her delicately sculpted profile. She quietly opened her eyes, and her blue pupils seemed to gleam with light.

I was already very sleepy.

But a relentless storm continued to swirl in my mind, the events of today echoing over and over again, completely drowning out the uncertainty about the future and the unease of going to Canghai City.

But she eventually got sleepy.

Recalling the boy's face, the girl closed her eyes. As her hazy consciousness gradually faded, her lips moved as she murmured:

"Master Su, it's actually quite good-looking."

11. Fu Hua's father's guide to choosing a son-in-law.

Fu Xiuran, just like his name suggests.

As he gradually enters middle age, he is an upright and kind person, but perhaps it is precisely because of this character that he has ended up in his current predicament.

His consistent acts of kindness sowed the seeds of this disastrous outcome.

The man lay on the cold bed, his face outlined in the gradually breaking light of dawn outside the window, revealing a sharp and resolute face.

It's clear that he looks relatively young for his age, but his handsome features are now marred by graying temples and wrinkles around his eyes. His face is unhealthy and pale, as if he has lost blood.

"Cough cough..."

The slight cough failed to elicit any response from the air. Fu Xiuran stared at the clock silently ticking on the wall, as if gazing upon the few remaining days of his life.

5:30 a.m.

Even though his body was in a very bad state, his old biological clock stubbornly kept him awake.

For a martial artist determined to reach a higher level of martial arts, rising at the crowing of the rooster is the most basic requirement.

Every minute and second spent forging his body must not be wasted. Fu Xiuran is not a martial artist who is so pure that he only has martial arts in his eyes, but for him, this path has been melted into his life, so naturally he will not slack off in any way.

Even though his body no longer had the resources to forge itself, the man still had no intention of going to sleep. He began to recall the extremely rare life-or-death battle of that day.

A strange, white humanoid creature, wielding a scythe, suddenly appeared in a corner of the street and began slashing at passersby. Its head was etched with rough facial features, resembling a human face with its expression locked away.

But such things can no longer be considered human.

The man did not stand idly by.

He killed her with just one punch.

The fists and strength honed day and night were not useless. In the blink of an eye, his Mind's Eye instinct allowed Fu Xiuran to fall into a state of wholehearted, undistracted combat.

He locked his mind and focused all his energy into a single punch, successfully smashing that fine head.

The sickle, made of an unknown material, fell to the ground and, along with the corpse, turned into nameless, pitch-black ashes that drifted down to a corner of the alley.

But something ridiculous happened.

He did manage to kill the bizarre monster, but in return, his fist was bleeding from the teeth inside its face that had rubbed against it.

The black blood and bright red blood intertwined to create a picture of death, a vivid contrast of colors resulting from the blood of the monster and his own.

The crowd had already dispersed. Fu Xiuran stood still, forcefully shaking off all the uncongealed blood droplets, and silently embarked on his journey home.

The bad premonition I had back then gradually turned into ominous thoughts as time went by.

Not long after, Fu Xiuran fell ill.

The fragile Honkai energy resistance meant that even such a trivial contact could easily destroy such a powerful warrior.

The mental acuity he once took pride in in his youth has become garbage in a pile of trash, and his well-trained body seems to be meaningless.

Under the erosion of Honkai energy as fine as dust, the man gradually weakens, but this process is delayed by the extreme scarcity of Honkai energy, resulting in an outcome that resembles a nonsensical serious illness.

This was an undeserved disaster for both Fu Hua and the man himself.

As the only pillar of the family capable of caring for his daughter, Fu Xiuran's collapse was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

But both father and daughter remained calm.

Beneath her calm exterior, the turbulent emotions surging within her heart remain unknown to anyone.

Compared to Fu Hua's inner turmoil, Fu Xiuran undoubtedly understands better how bad the current situation is.

The daughter probably just thought that her father had always been in good health and that this was just a minor accident. She thought that Fu Xiuran would be discharged from the hospital soon, and that the man would occasionally buy her small gifts on his way home.

For example, she now has all sorts of old hair clips in her drawer, and little toys in the closet or on the bed.

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Even without saying anything, the girl could understand that her father loved her very much.

She must have thought that this kind of life could continue for a very long time, which is why she worries about such trivial things.

For example, whether she can make friends; whether the courses taught in Canghai City are the same as what she learned before, and whether they are difficult; for example, the old lady next door always likes to ask her some rambling questions, which makes it difficult for her, who is not good with words, to answer.

But that's life.

This is the life that Fu Hua loves, cherishes, and is immersed in.

Ke Fuxiu understood the answer afterward.

The Mind's Eye Realm is, in a sense, equivalent to the Sword Heart Still Water. At least a man can use it to understand exactly what terrible state his body is in. The definite feeling that his lifespan is being slowly stripped away by the Grim Reaper makes Fu Xiuran grow old day by day.

He looks a little older now; the white hair at his temples, something that wasn't there yesterday, has faded from its original blackness today, as if symbolizing death knocking at the door.

Its knocking motion was so elegant and unhurried, as if the outcome was already predetermined.

Just then, the arrival of the transformation plan shattered everything. If this strange disease destroyed the man's potential for martial arts in his later years, then this plan was the tolling of the bell signaling the end of everything.

But perhaps this isn't so bad.

In a brief moment of distraction, Fu Xiuran silently came to this conclusion.

He used to plan to entrust the martial arts school to his daughter, but that was a gradual entrustment, passing it on little by little over ten or even twenty years. Now, it's clear he won't live to see that time.

Let alone twenty years, it's questionable whether a man can even outlive his daughter to adulthood.

That would render Fu Hua's inheritance of the martial arts school a mere pipe dream. Without his support, not to mention anything else, the material aspects alone would be a major problem.

The renovation plan solved Fu Xiuran's immediate problem, and it was precisely because of this that he had the funds to send his daughter to study in a prosperous city like Canghai.

Small towns are always like this; strange and dangerous things can easily happen.

After encountering that monster, Fu Xiuran also realized the recklessness of his choice.

I don't care about any unfounded dangers, but can my daughter?

Fu Xiuran used to think that sacrificing his future was inevitable in order to preserve his family's martial arts style, so he chose to come to this small city and open a martial arts school.

But he was no longer alone. Even though his wife was gone, he still had to worry about his daughter's future.

If that's the case, finding a way to keep your daughter in Canghai City would be a good option.

At the very least, if such a monster were to appear, there would be sufficient security and high-tech facilities to protect the public.

Instead of something like this, with its slow-responding police, outdated equipment lacking detection capabilities, and a damned school that prevents my daughter from making friends... cough cough.

In short, Canghai City is great. And the change of environment, although it might make my daughter a little uneasy, might also help her make some friends.

As Fu Xiuran recalled his daughter's temperament, his sorrow deepened, making his face appear weathered.

Although she is a kind, lovely, gentle, generous, serious, and angelic child, as her father, he has to admit that his daughter's excellence has led to her being alone most of the time.

These thoughts, stemming from his role as a father, exude a strong sense of confidence.

Fu Xiuran sighed softly. He didn't care about the almost non-existent flaws on his daughter, but he was still aware of their existence.

So what if she doesn't like to talk? Isn't that considered quiet and elegant?

So what if you're not good at communicating? According to today's young people, isn't that just being a bit clueless and cute?

Fu Xiuran was speechless. In his eyes, it was absurd that his daughter, who was so cute, couldn't make any friends.

Even so, considering the reality that Fu Hua truly has no friends, he felt that his daughter might need a small change.

After all, the world is always cruel, and even something as beautiful as an angel needs to make a little compromise with reality.

In fact, if he had allowed Fu Hua to attend a comprehensive school instead of an all-girls school, there would probably have been quite a few boys who were attracted to her looks, and it would have been rare for her to remain single.

But putting aside the fact that this kind of thing can't be considered friendship, you can tell his attitude in this regard from the fact that the school in Canghai City that Fu Xiuran contacted for her was also an all-girls school.

Which scoundrel dares to lay a finger on my daughter?

In the martial arts school, if a student glanced at a girl more than a few times, he would receive a stern, authoritative look from the men, which resulted in the male students and the girls not being very familiar with each other.