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

Essentially, this ability does not distort the will of others, unlike abilities like hypnosis; it is an amplification of one's affinity for oneself.

The effect of the amplification naturally has its limits, but as long as it does not violate the other party's principles and interests, the boy's requests will generally receive a positive response.

In a sense, this is a more convenient capability.

The reason is that hypnosis may not be effective on people with strong willpower, and failure can cause great hostility.

However, one's own affinity will not change because of the other party's will, and even if the other party disagrees with Su Qing'an's request, it will not cause resentment.

Fu Xiuran weighed the notebook in his hand and smiled:

"You've done a lot of research, so I'll gladly accept it as a parting gift."

"Coincidentally, I also have something I want to give you."

As he spoke, he handed Su Qing'an a brand new cell phone.

The phone the boy used before was an old phone that Fu Xiuran had used before, which was given to him by the man.

"Here you'll find what you're looking for. Besides that, I've also bought your plane ticket in advance."

Su Qing'an unlocked the screen, and what came into view was the clear handwriting on the snow-white sticky note.

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The car window was covered with that person's name, which the girl carefully erased one by one with her fingertips. She watched the man walk towards the car, and after confirming that there was no trace of the boy behind or beside him, the smile that had been on her cherry blossom lips gradually disappeared.

After Fu Xiuran got into the car and set the intelligent navigation route, the subtle vibrations of the engine became increasingly noisy, making Fu Hua somewhat uneasy.

Her slender, long fingers unconsciously pressed together and began to twist quietly. The girl mustered her courage and asked:

"Dad, where is Su Qing'an?"

The man smiled from where the girl couldn't see him. Looking at her distraught face reflected in the car window, he said in a calm tone:

"Xiao Su had something to attend to, so she left first."

"Alright, Xiaohua. We need to get to the airport early to check your luggage in."

"Did they leave? When did they leave?" Even though the girl tried her best to suppress the fear and apprehension in her voice, a slight tremor still escaped her lips.

If they just left, you should still be able to see them.

Fu Xiuran coughed and responded with a wry smile:

"I don't know. It must be something very important. After all, the child just opened the window and jumped out. He's as mysterious as ever."

A man who only tells half the truth is truly malicious.

The girl was momentarily stunned by these words that shattered her illusions.

Have they left...?

It will be at least six months before we can see each other again after this.

She had clearly decided to be willful this once.

but……

Master Su, who didn't even come to see us off, is so cunning.

This has left me speechless.

Her chaotic thoughts overwhelmed her consciousness, and it wasn't until the car was driving on a wide street that the girl gradually came back to her senses. She looked up at the street scene rushing past outside the window, and the gradually changing shades of green in her eyes, like the sea, dimmed slightly as her emotions fluctuated.

Like dust motes falling among the stars, gradually fading into darkness.

She pursed her lips and looked at her phone screen.

The above is a text message that Lin Xinchan continued to send.

In short, you can't just ask him unconsciously if you want to know the answer. Well, given Xiaohua's personality, if you really can't say it to his face, why not try sending him a text message?

Text message?

Since Mr. Su has no identification, he is essentially an unregistered person and cannot register for the popular UN chat software, so he naturally cannot use it to chat.

Therefore, if you want to send a text message to the other party, you can only communicate by adding their mobile phone number.

She remembered that Su Qing'an was using the same phone number her father used to have.

The little girl opened her contacts, scrolled to the bottom of the sparse list, and found the number.

The girl's typing motions were somewhat unsteady; she was hesitating about what opening line to use to get the conversation flowing and to state the topic.

After typing a few lines and then quickly deleting them, repeating this stupid behavior several times, I...

Fu Hua sent a text message.

[Su Qing'an, do you like the sea?]

In such an awkward and tactful way.

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The living room in the house.

The old cell phone that Su Qing'an used to use sat quietly on the table, its slight vibration echoing almost imperceptibly in the room.

The wind blew the curtains, and the sound of the fabric fluttering drowned out the text message notification sound.

Soon, the room returned to complete silence.

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Canghai City... seems to have a sea.

This was supposed to be the next sentence.

However, the read notification on the phone screen didn't appear for a long time, so the girl finally pressed and held down the delete button to clear all the prepared messages.

She put her phone down and stopped looking at it.

Fu Hua simply gazed at the scenery outside the window, remaining somewhat silent throughout the journey.

Perhaps she had accidentally left her phone behind, or perhaps she hadn't seen it yet—these reasons kept swirling in her mind until, accompanied by the phone's prolonged silence, the girl suddenly realized something.

Will he just leave?

If that's the case, it's quite normal that he left his cell phone, a common communication device, at home and chose to leave alone.

After all, if we only consider the original agreement, it wouldn't be surprising if Su Qing'an left completely at any time.

Perhaps today is the day he chooses to leave. That mysterious young man of unknown origin will embark on his own journey, carrying all his mysteries with him.

This is just an insignificant stop in his vast life. Perhaps he stayed a little too long, but that's just the difference between taking the subway or the high-speed rail. No matter how long or short the journey, he will eventually have to get off at the next stop.

Just as the girl had thought, this person was nothing special, and we would eventually just be passersby passing each other by.

Those subtle and unforgettable stirrings, those surging emotions that once filled my heart, those stories and chapters written in my diary.

Perhaps it can only become a slightly brighter memory of the past.

Fu Hua noticed Su Qing'an the moment she saw him; he looked like a traveler who had been walking alone for a very long time, covered in wounds and on the verge of death.

When he gazed at her, she noticed that his eyes, as black as night, did not shine with the light of stars, but seemed to reflect an infinitely beautiful past.

It holds many untold secrets, like a locked door to a treasure trove, making it a place that captivates the heart and soul.

From the moment the girl grabbed his hand and ran out, the wind had already been blowing in his heart, and it still lingers to this day.

She felt she couldn't keep someone like that.

That person was as beautiful as a poem, and Fu Hua, who was always a little self-conscious and introverted, would naturally think so.

then……

The current outcome is entirely reasonable.

But I'm still a little sad.

After spending this time together, the remnants of the relationship before the restart have become increasingly weak, almost non-existent.

It was as if a mistake was being gradually corrected, but Su Qing'an did not notice the changes in Fu Hua's heart during their daily interactions.

There's only one reason why the boy still hasn't figured this out.

That is, in this short period of time.

Fu Hua fell in love with Su Qing'an again.

That's it.

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The note on that phone contained the address of the city government center.

The parting gift that Fu Xiuran gave to Su Qing'an was a certificate of identity.

However, even though the man had already smoothed things over, he still needed to personally register his fingerprints, iris scans, facial features, and other relevant information before the deal could be finalized.

According to Fu Xiuran himself, the reason he was asked to enter this information only today, just before he left, was that the rest of the procedures had only been completed by now, and that the identity certificate could be used immediately once the information was entered.

Incidentally, to avoid a lot of trouble, the person with whom the identity document was registered was linked to Fu Xiuran.

To be precise, according to UN law, Su Qing'an is now Fu Xiuran's legal adopted son.

Well, it's probably the kind of marriage where you can legally marry your own daughter.

An hour later, Su Qing'an stepped out of the government building.

Looking at his unchanged name on the ID card, he began to question whether Fu Xiuran had done anything strange in the past ten years besides running a martial arts school.

Su Qing'an did not doubt the security risks of her identity document. Trusting Fu Xiuran was one reason, and her own fearlessness in the face of suppression by the violent authorities was another.

It's best not to just rush in blindly, otherwise, in daily life, the only way to get close to Fu Hua would be through stalking tactics.

In every sense, Su Qing'an himself was quite averse to this.

Using the guise of doing what's best for someone to invade their personal privacy and personal space is a highly disrespectful act.