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

Upon hearing Fu Xiuran's question, the little girl's mouth almost instantly pursed, her gaze drifted aimlessly towards the sky, and her steps became slow and leisurely.

Immediately, the little girl used her willpower to pull her gaze back, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and answered seriously:

"Of course, my mother has made sure I practice martial arts, and Xin Chan is very obedient."

Fu Xiuran shook his head and chuckled. It was obvious he was lying; his student was still as useless as ever.

"It seems you've been quite happy not seeing your master lately, Xin Chan."

The little girl in front of me is my neighbor's child, named Lin Xinchan.

Because of her adorable and eloquent personality, and because she was a child who had practically grown up in the neighborhood, Fu Xiuran was very kind to her.

Even when it came to martial arts training, seeing her occasional pouting and complaining, Fu Xiuran chose to turn a blind eye and let her slack off.

The young girl wasn't particularly talented in martial arts, so the man didn't have high expectations of her; as long as she had some means of self-defense and could improve her health, that would be enough.

He had texted Lin Xinchan before coming to the martial arts school, asking her to come over and bring over the things he was staying at her house.

The little girl gave a haughty snort, took off her bag and handed it to Fu Xiuran, saying:

"I'll leave Baozi to you, Master. Remember to tell Xiaohua to take good care of it. I'll come to your house to see it occasionally, so don't refuse me entry then."

Fu Xiuran glanced at the pure white kitten in the pet carrier and said:

"Don't worry, I won't stop you from coming in. What do you take your master for? Are you trying to kick me while I'm down?"

Lin Xinchan said with a grin:

"Just kidding, Master, I'll be going now. Please give my regards to Xiaohua for me."

He watched the little girl's lively figure disappear after she finished speaking, and after a moment of stunned silence, he let out a sigh.

If what I previously thought would actually happen, how many tragedies would occur?

...

...

The man, filled with worry yet also anticipating his daughter's surprise, knocked on his door fifteen minutes later.

And so, he saw Fu Hua's genuinely surprised expression.

Well, the surprise outweighs the joy.

Having just finished explaining Fu Xiuran's situation to Fu Hua, Su Qing'an subconsciously activated [Hidden] and stood to one side, caught in a dilemma.

Just as the boy was wondering whether to sneak out and run away, the girl quietly tugged at his clothes, preventing Su Qing'an from running away.

When Fu Hua glanced at the backpack in the man's hand, she immediately forgot about her strange state, and her suddenly bright eyes seemed to sparkle.

The girl released her hand that had been secretly tugging at the boy's clothes. She gently took the backpack, opened it, placed the lazy kitten on her lap, and gently rubbed its chin with her slender, white fingertips.

Her snow-white skin sank into the kitten's cat-like white fur, and with each adjustment of the pressure, Fu Hua could clearly feel the kitten's warm temperature and soft touch.

A moment later, hearing the cat's soothing purring, a joyful smile spread across her cherry-blossom lips.

During this time, he didn't even glance at Su Qing'an and Fu Xiuran, who were practically invisible to him.

Fu Hua's reason for being so happy is simple.

This is the kitten she picked up and raised at the martial arts school not long ago. A while ago, when her father was sick, she was almost overwhelmed, so it was temporarily placed at Lin Xinchan's house until now.

...

...

that's all.

In short, Su Qing'an is now forced into a strange state.

He watched the two people chatting at the dinner table, remaining silent.

I just don't find Xiaohua's cooking delicious anymore.

Even if one were to choose to confess, the timing is far too poor...

Why don't we go out and stay in the park for a few days?

17. To be exposed, to confess.

"Xiao Hua, what do you think of Su Qing'an?"

Just as Su Qing'an was drinking cola to calm himself down, Fu Xiuran's words made his fingertips tremble instinctively. He managed to restrain his strength in time, but it didn't penetrate the aluminum can, though it left clear fingerprints on the surface.

The cool bubbles spreading in his throat made him cough.

Why would you suddenly ask this?

In fact, Su Qing'an was also very curious about this question, but with Fu Hua knowing that he was right there, the question was practically a humiliation.

Upon hearing this, the girl secretly glanced at the boy's expression beside her, only to find that he was slightly frowning, staring at the aluminum can in his hand, making it impossible for her to tell what he was thinking.

She turned her gaze back to the white rice in the bowl and replied in a muffled voice:

"Su Qing'an is a strange person."

Fu Xiuran was taken aback. His original intention in asking the question was naturally to test his daughter's attitude towards this person.

At least he's certain he doesn't dislike them, but they don't quite seem like friends, and lovers are even more hard to define.

Coupled with Su Qing'an's attitude, many things became even more confusing.

But emotions are inherently the biggest unpredictable factor, so Fu Xiuran didn't find anything unbelievable.

It's only natural that people would like their adorable daughter.

"What's strange about it?" Fu Xiuran asked, having considered many possible answers, but "strange" was an unexpected response.

The girl lowered her eyes, her chopsticks quietly disappearing into the pile of rice. The warm steam rose up through the gap, gradually spreading and obscuring her eyes beneath her eyelashes.

She said softly:

"For example, I can't figure out what he's thinking at all. I don't know who he is. I don't know anything about him except his name."

Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were reciting a lullaby. Her clear voice, tinged with a soft murmur, was as light as the sound of falling snow, barely audible.

"I don't understand why he seems to have known me for a long time, and I don't understand why I also... seem to have known him for a very, very long time."

"I felt that way the moment I saw him."

"I don't understand what that emotion is, because it's too complicated."

"Dad, isn't this strange?"

Fu Xiuran fell silent, wondering what this meant.

Destined to be together, a match made in heaven, soulmates?

Several words flooded his mind, making the man's feelings extremely complicated. They had known each other for no more than a month, but their feelings for each other were profound. One had proven too much with his martial prowess, while the other had expressed his entangled confusion with words.

This unfolds like a magical story, coupled with the boy's unusual identity and a world crisis that seems to be gradually unfolding, making it feel like a clichéd and ordinary opening story.

Fu Xiuran possesses the ability to appreciate such stories and enjoy them.

But if the female protagonist of the story is one's own daughter, then everything is completely different.

He put down his chopsticks and agreed:

"That's strange."

"But there's nothing to be uneasy about. Since it has already happened, we might as well accept it calmly."

"It exists in your heart, and there must be a reason for that. But instead of getting hung up on whether the reason is due to some strange coincidence or a sudden flash of inspiration, you should pay more attention to your true inner thoughts."

"Observe, think, and understand. In the end, you'll struggle with choices and arrive at an answer. It might be tiring and difficult, but it's something you have to do."

"Because this applies to everything."

Fu Xiuran's words were devoid of any personal bias or the father's innate dislike for his son-in-law.

This earnest tone and lengthy explanation are quite rare for someone of his nature.

So even though these principles are abstract, and all they contain is a formula that you have to fit into yourself, Fu Hua still listened very attentively.

Fu Xiuran continued:

"You're going to Canghai City soon. If Su Qing'an is still staying here, are you happy?"

After he finished speaking, a brief but long silence fell over the room.

Su Qing'an, standing to the side, had a deep, unfocused gaze; he didn't care about the girl's answer later.

...Of course, I do care a little bit.

But more than that, he was concerned about Fu Hua's previous self-narration.

Just as he suspected, she did indeed retain some of the feelings she had before the last reboot.

However, Su Qing'an cannot guarantee that the same thing will happen again if there is a next restart.

Whether this was something permitted by the gods or an exceptional bug, the boy still had no idea.

Even if he could actually do something beyond that, he might not be willing to let Fu Hua regain all her memories through it.

The sorrow of having no outcome and the anguish of constantly dying and being repeatedly forgotten.

These are things you only need to take responsibility for yourself.

Su Qing'an twirled the exquisite and beautiful feather, which resembled a work of art; it seemed to be a product between illusion and reality.

He brushed the feather across the bowls and chopsticks on the table; it moved through the matter as if it were a non-existent phantom.

The boy was captivated by its transparent beauty and subtle, almost imperceptible texture, while the feathers wagged their tails listlessly, as if expressing their discontent with a wronged expression.

This must be a feather duster left behind by Fu Hua when she revived herself last time.

Although it was restarted, it was like a child who had been left behind in the timeline and had nowhere to go, and was forced to be bound to Su Qing'an. At the same time, it underwent wonderful changes, such as becoming very spiritual.

However, the boy himself was still limited by the lack of adaptability of the Divine Key, making it impossible for him to exert any of its effects.

If it hadn't wandered and played in the lake of his heart that day, Su Qing'an might still not know that there was a feather in his soul.

It's easy to imagine that my relationship with it is that of a very close landlord and tenant.

The kind of place that can't even collect rent.