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

Su Qing'an has always had very few desires; he is the kind of person who is extremely detached from worldly desires and even Buddhist in nature.

Even though he fell in love with Fu Hua, his passion was like a frozen glacier buried deep underground, only revealing its warmth when he had no choice but to show it.

Even someone like Su Qing'an has her own desires.

There's no need to elaborate on the various matters concerning Fu Hua herself; the young man is someone who dislikes wandering.

Although the idea of ​​traveling the world sounds wonderful, he always felt that it was too lonely. Wouldn't traveling alone seem lonely?

The more magnificent the scene, the more breathtaking the scenery, the more one marvels at the charm between humanity and nature, and afterwards, one inevitably feels a great pity that there is no one to share it with.

Su Qing'an, whose social circle remains as small as ever, still enjoys staying at home.

He wants to have a home regularly.

Staying at home until the end of time is perfectly acceptable.

As for the requirements for this home, staying in a small town in the misty rain of Jiangnan like the teacher would be good, and the dormitory at St. Freya Academy would also be nice.

My home in Canghai City is a little lonely, but it also holds enough tender memories to warm my heart occasionally.

In fact, living a simple life in an ordinary neighborhood, cooking meals every day, is still the daily routine he enjoys.

Of course... it would be even better if there were one more person.

Su Qing'an twirled a ginkgo leaf, feeling the slight coolness spreading between his fingers, but his smile was faint and gentle as he looked at the girl who no longer glanced at him.

Even if it's spoiling you, I won't allow anything to disturb your life before the collapse comes.

Lin Xinchen sniffed the strange smell in the air, but it was too faint and was blown away by the whistling wind. She quietly spoke to the little girl next to her who was secretly sulking:

"Xiaohua, that lady in front of us is walking strangely, and her face is frighteningly pale. Should we suggest she go to the hospital?"

As the girl looked back, she saw that the faltering figure was no longer among the bustling crowd.

"Ah, it's gone," she said softly with regret.

Fine ashes mingled with the swirling ginkgo leaves and gradually fell into the distance.

The elegant golden color of the leaf that fell from the boy's fingers remained pristine and spotless.

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How much will the Honkai take away before it stops?

On a peaceful day when autumn painted the city streets golden, a child lost his mother forever.

And this scene is just the beginning.

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"Wow, Xiaohua, your skills are amazing!"

"I should have taken you to the arcade last time we went out. You definitely wouldn't be so introverted then."

Lin Xinchan put down the toy gun in her hand in frustration and put it back into the corresponding slot.

But then, seeing the opponent's surprisingly high score on the screen, Lin Xinchan happily hugged the girl. She seemed to have instantly cast aside the disappointment of defeat, saying:

"Then you can't refuse next time I ask you to come to the arcade, okay? I'll definitely beat Xiaohua."

Fu Hua's head was pressed down by Lin Xinchan into that rather large heart, and she felt the soft, bouncy flesh that was still just right even through her bra. Her fair skin blushed shyly.

She quickly shook off this feeling and said calmly:

"Well, if there's a chance."

Su Qing'an, standing beside him, held two guns, and the contest between his left and right hands ended in a draw with both hands scoring full marks.

Watching the two playfully teasing each other, he felt that Fu Xiuran's decision to let Hua go out was very correct.

if you can.

Su Qing'an wished that she could be this happy a little longer, much longer.

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Ten minutes later, at the milk tea shop.

The three sat around a round table. Su Qing'an was forced to have a cup of milk tea. He chewed on the tapioca pearls in his mouth, feeling a little nostalgic.

I remember the last time I drank this beverage was back in Changkong City. After I got to know Kiana better, she always seriously said that the staff meals needed milk tea.

Su Qing'an suggested that there was a case of cola in the refrigerator and that no other unusual response was needed. Kiana, however, gave seven or eight strange reasons, leaving the boy with no choice but to give in to her request.

Then there's Yuno Sato. Although she loves black coffee, she doesn't dislike desserts like milk tea.

Basically, when she lingered in the coffee shop doing her homework, Su Qing'an would sometimes order an extra cup of milk tea, and occasionally she would choose to make it for the two of them.

Su Qing'an had thought many times that perhaps that time in Changkong City was the initial ray of salvation for him.

His first meeting with Fu Hua laid the foundation for the decisive events, but the greatest contributor to his healing and peace was that period of time.

But... he might never see them again.

This memory would occasionally leave the boy in a daze, and his appearance made Fu Hua feel that something was wrong. Even when he was alone and being stubborn, she still felt a little worried.

So the girl quietly touched the boy's suit trousers with the tip of her little leather shoe, the gentle touch like a feather swaying in her heart.

Su Qing'an couldn't help but look at Fu Hua, who was still speaking to Lin Xinchan naturally on the surface, and the gloom in her heart temporarily dissipated.

Lin Xinchan took in all the little things between the two and thought to herself that their atmosphere and behavior were just like those of a couple.

Fu Hua took a sip of milk tea. The warm taste and pleasant sweetness flowed down her throat, softening her delicate features. She asked:

What high school do you plan to attend after Xin Chan?

Upon hearing this, Lin Xinchan slumped onto the table in dejection. She replied:

"My parents went to great lengths to find connections so I could get into a military academy, but I can't even finish the basic lessons my instructor taught me. Those grueling physical training sessions will definitely kill me!"

She clung to Fu Hua's arm, her little face contorted with tears, and said:

"Waaaaah, Xiaohua, save me!"

"You'll definitely experience the joy of big city life and the beauty of youth in Canghai City, while I'm going to a dark and dreary hell, where I'll have to endure terrifying and arduous training every day and night."

When the word "youth" came up, Lin Xinchan glanced at Su Qing'an and felt that the difference in their future prospects was obvious.

So, the girl gritted her teeth while her eyes were filled with tears.

Ahhhhh, I'm so envious!

Recharge now and explode!

21. Fu Hua was hit with a critical strike.

Lin Xinchan continued to pour out her grievances while simultaneously beginning to indulge in beautiful fantasies:

"So, rather than going to the front lines as a lowly soldier, I'd rather study hard and learn something inside before coming out. I can't stay in the military region forever, can I? I can't stand that."

Fu Hua responded:

"But what can you do with what you learn inside outside?"

Lin Xinchan said humbly:

"To fly private jets for people?"

The girl retorted upon hearing this:

"I don't know anything about this, but is it really a good fit?"

Lin Xinchan shook the milk tea, leaned on the table, stared at the swaying liquid and tapioca pearls, and sighed:

"It probably won't work, right? But even if I keep complaining, it's still better than staying here forever."

"After all, we're no different from the pearls in milk tea. We just wobble and fall over with a little shake in someone else's hand, without any control over ourselves."

"So even though my parents were heartbroken that I had to stay in that kind of place for a long time, they still made this choice because they had no other choice."

"At least this way I'll have some security in the future, so I won't end up homeless for no reason."

Fu Hua remained silent. The changes in the city had affected every aspect of every household, and it wasn't just her and Lin Xinchan who were troubled by it; many more people were also experiencing this.

This kind of topic had been discussed countless times in her junior high school class group chat.

From the way out to the future, from the future to the present, and from the good to the bad, there are countless possibilities.

The girl had secretly read all the chat history in the group before, and had remained silent ever since.

Although she had decided to study in Canghai City for the next three years, she had no plans for what to do afterward. Compared to the constructive words and dreams about the future of some of her classmates, she seemed too hesitant.

Fu Hua knew her family's financial situation; the assets her father had invested in sending her to study in Canghai City were far too high compared to her previous ordinary income.

Even considering the high price the martial arts school's land sold for and a series of seemingly insignificant policy benefits, Fu Hua couldn't help but worry about the fact that the family of three were all unemployed.

In the midst of her worries, she also felt a sense of guilt for her aimless and confused state of mind.

Even though her father smiled and said that there was nothing wrong with taking things slowly and step by step, Fu Hua couldn't help but be affected by the restless and gloomy atmosphere of the surrounding environment, which made her feel a little depressed lately.

And now, her only friend, whom she's even remotely familiar with, is going in a completely different direction, leaving her for a very long time...

She lowered her eyelashes, staring blankly for a long while, until the girl opposite her sensed something was wrong, then whispered:

"...Does that mean I won't see Xin Chan for a long time?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xinchan was momentarily lost in thought as he gazed at her refined and otherworldly features. The sudden dimming of her eyes resembled the fading starlight, making the darkness of the night seem even more profound and evoking a sense of shared sorrow.

Seriously... why was she born so beautiful?

The usually quick-witted Lin Xinchan suddenly began to complain that her words hadn't been tactful enough, as if afraid that the person in front of her would be sad for a little longer. So she hurriedly grabbed Fu Hua's hand and immediately interrupted the other person's attention.

Su Qing'an's gaze suddenly turned deep and somber, but he continued to drink his tea silently without saying a word.

As Fu Hua froze, Lin Xinchan, sensing the warmth of the other's hand, also felt strangely uncomfortable. Ignoring her slightly flushed face, she said:

"It's okay, I can send Xiaohua emails regularly."

"Besides, I'm not sentenced to life imprisonment and can't get out, so what's there to feel disappointed about?"