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

"Because it's a bit far from the school, I took a taxi here in advance."

The girl was about 1.7 meters tall. She wore a black short-sleeved shirt with a round neck. Her well-developed chest was outlined by the undulations of the fabric. The short jacket of the same color she wore over it concealed her beautiful figure, making it appear vague. Her long legs were only partially revealed by a section of her fair and slender calves, which were covered by a long dark gray pleated skirt.

The overall outfit tends to have a gradual color scheme.

Simple, plain, and elegant.

She was about nineteen years old, with a slight smile on her delicate and aloof face. Her eyes softened when she looked at the other person, and the blue within them seemed to ripple like water under the light. Her cherry-blossom lips moved slightly.

"Let's go then. Yuno is probably already waiting for us there."

Seele blinked and replied:

"Hmm, Yuno-nee should know more about these things than we do."

Fu Hua smiled and said:

"Yuno is majoring in this field. There's always a lot to learn in fashion design. The store we visited this time seems to be the place where she interned before."

"This time, rather than ordering a wedding dress, we're here to choose a style and design that we like, so that Yuno can better showcase her design skills."

If it were purely about choosing a wedding dress, the line today would probably be enormous.

Leaving aside Su Qing'an for now, Kiana, Bronya, Raiden Mei, and even the young lady of the Kanbaru family will all be involved.

after all......

Such a lively occasion is indeed rare in a lifetime.

Seele looked on with envy and said:

"Fashion design is great. Although I really like my current major in marine biology, it doesn't really help me in this area."

The girl smiled, couldn't help but pinch the other person's cheek, and whispered:

"Professionalism aside, Seele will be a bridesmaid, that's enough."

Seele nodded, clenched her little fist, and quietly cheered herself on.

She has recently started learning makeup and fashion, occasionally attends open yoga classes at universities, and has developed a habit of swimming on weekends to get in shape so she can be a good bridesmaid.

after all......

Besides myself, many acquaintances are also coming to be bridesmaids.

Most of these were acquaintances of St. Freya, all beauties with distinct styles. The young girl, who wasn't very confident in her appearance, would naturally work hard to compete with them.

She said earnestly:

"I'll be a good bridesmaid!"

Fu Hua responded with a gentle smile and patted the child's head.

The girl vaguely remembered the timidity and unease she felt when he brought the child back to Canghai City and asked his parents to adopt her as his younger sister.

About six years ago, when Su Qing'an was accompanying Professor Chen Junxuan on an academic exchange in Florida, she reported an international organization that trafficked children. By chance, she got to know them and casually brought them back to China, with an attitude as casual as if she had picked up a cat or dog on the street.

In short, at the age of eleven, Seele Vollery became family to the other party in a rather uneventful way.

Fu Hua, who has known Su Qing'an since childhood and is his childhood sweetheart, is used to his actions and often has to regularly buy a bunch of odds and ends for the cats and dogs he has adopted.

But when the boy brought back a little girl, she was still deeply impressed, but she did not lecture him so as not to leave a bad impression on Seele.

In retrospect, this choice wasn't bad.

At least, the feeling of having a younger sister isn't bad.

This is especially true when the other person is cute and obedient.

“Okay, I’m looking forward to Seele’s outfit that day.”

Seele blinked, her smile warm, and readily agreed.

The sunlight was bright at that moment, and those two slender figures were inconspicuous in the crowd in the mall, yet they embodied the most ordinary beauty in the world.

They will never know what price someone paid to reach this outcome.

But this blissful ignorance is the gentlest form of protection.

But illusory things will eventually crumble.

...

...

"Chapter One, End."

Li Shishi typed a period, skillfully planting a foreshadowing at the end of a warm daily routine, smoothly ending the chapter. She took off her blue light blocking glasses, removed her hands from the cute pink keyboard, put her feet on the chair, stretched, and let the rollers roll.

The girl grabbed her phone and started slacking off, saying to the person next to her:

"Is this chapter written properly?"

Jiang Rongyue leaned closer, carefully considering the wording, and corrected a few typos for the other person, commenting:

"I don't think there's a big problem. I managed to capture some of the master's beauty and gentleness."

"But when 'The Legend of the Immortals' moves to the modern era, isn't the style a bit too different from the previous chapters?"

Li Shishi blinked, adjusted the pink cat headband on her head with her small hand, and said:

"There's no way around it. After all, it's been eight hundred years. If we use the old writing style, font, and subject matter, it definitely won't be popular with the market, and it wouldn't be realistic either."

"Although this one is also fictional, its core still fits those two people, right? It's just that some artistic processing and embellishment were done to avoid revealing Su Su and Sister Chi Yuan's privacy."

Jiang Rongyue glanced at the word count of this chapter and said:

"Yes, I don't deny that."

"But are these 1,000-plus words all you've updated in the last two weeks? Isn't that a bit too much of a slacking off?"

Li Shishi immediately frowned, pinched the other woman's slender waist, and said matter-of-factly:

"Posting 4,000 words a day is the norm for authors who live to be around 100 years old."

"With a lifespan many times greater than a hundred, it's perfectly reasonable for me to only write two thousand words every two weeks!"

Jiang Rongyue corrected him calmly:

"It's 1857 characters, not 2000."

"Moreover, there are unnecessary and unrealistic elements in your artistic interpretation."

She pointed to the last few lines of text and said softly:

"This is clearly a foreshadowing of a plot device, and it doesn't need to exist at all."

Li Shishi felt a little guilty, but then she loudly uttered a series of incomprehensible words, such as "How can we capture the readers' anticipation if we don't do it this way?", "Pure sweetness is meaningless, a bad ending is what's truly satisfying", "I want shards of glass! I want shards of glass!", "Finding sweetness amidst razor blades is the greatest joy!"

Jiang Rongyue couldn't refute this at all, so she remained silent. She simply looked at the author, who seemed to be gaining more and more confidence, tapped his head with her fingertip, and said with a smile:

"So you mean you'll explain it to readers the same way at future book signings?"

Li Shishi thought for a while, but felt that such a scene would be terrible. She immediately cleared her mind, escaping reality, and answered:

"Art needs no explanation!"

Jiang Rongyue clicked on the outline document on her computer with her mouse. Looking at the few scattered, disorganized fragments of inspiration that totaled less than a thousand words, her gaze deepened, and she retorted in a calm tone:

"But when you see others holding your erotic writing notebooks, that's not what they say."

Li Shishi was displeased. She said:

"How can that be called art!"

She seemed to be recalling unpleasant memories, her gaze becoming hazy as she muttered fragmented thoughts, "The world eight hundred years in the future is just too strange," "Human sexual fetishes really can't be shared," "Why can N/T/R and pure love be combined?" "The courtesan is so cute, why is it always a bad ending!"

Jiang Rongyue was already used to this blatant double standard. She decided to stop listening to her wife's nagging and steered the conversation back to the beginning, saying:

"So, what exactly is the meaning of your foreshadowing?"

"This skillful concealment of the knife—who is it intended to take down? My grandmaster? My master? Or Seele? Or one of the characters appearing in the narration?"

"Let me make this clear beforehand: this story is based on real people. I think I'll be looking into all the characters you write about. If you go too far, you might get beaten up."

Li Shishi blinked incredulously and asked in return:

"Didn't you read my outline?"

"Why ask such a strange question?"

Jiang Rongyue was silent for a moment, then said:

"Your outline only contains those stream-of-consciousness fragments and flowery descriptions. At most, it rambles on about the general plot, such as a rowing race and pre-wedding preparations. Where is there any mention of that?"

Li Shishi continued scrolling through her phone, and said in a low voice with a sense of self-righteousness:

"Yeah, so I don't know either."

"At that time, we'll just follow the plot structure and figure out who's suitable to be cut."

"The outline and subsequent plot are things that have already ignored the update speed, so why bother coming up with them all at once? Anyway, we'll definitely find a way while we're writing!"

Jiang Rongyue summarized this attitude.

It's basically like saying, "Why not just leave it all to Li Shishi who worked hard writing back then? What does it have to do with the current Li Shishi?"

...So rubbish.

She said calmly:

"So, you don't even know who will beat you up in the end."

What kind of unique blind box gift pack is it?

After being enlightened, Li Shishi also began to worry about this problem. She pondered deeply and said:

"I think Seele is very gentle, she definitely wouldn't say anything bad about me!"

"And Su Su, she's fine no matter how many times she's stabbed!"

Jiang Rongyue: "..."

You're picking the softest persimmon, aren't you?

What a bad woman!

She kindly reminded: