I found a belt in the Honkai Impact 3rd world.

Within the encircling plains of Zhao Guangqi and He Yan, a young girl, whose hair was disheveled and whose health was gradually deteriorating, was caught in a sudden chill at the sight of the dilapidated decor. She opened her eyes slightly, and the first thing she saw was a large, broken building. A stranger was sleeping soundly beside the bed, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. She had been sleeping on a sunny bed without even realizing it. The building was so quiet that no one noticed her awakening, giving her time to assess the situation: although she hadn't witnessed the entire event, through the memory of the previous incident—a harrowing life-or-death struggle—she had only burying her head in her brain.

B could roughly guess what had happened. (There should be) to buy time for others to evacuate, the four Wen Shangguo Sanmu Wu Hu Di Zi Er Jing Gang's acting skills (probably) and Sui Pu Qu An's already developed 85 P painstakingly pretended to faint. Because of the big explosion caused by the attack, it directly saved him a lot of effort, and as a result, Bao Fuxi was unconscious. After that, he really did not know how to be good and saw a figure appear in front of him. He vaguely remembered that the most likely person before he fainted was himself. This time, another one gave her the answer. Q8+ points to believe, but now the man sleeping soundly next to him

Did they use a special method to disguise themselves? Similarities to the label LψE15K423.

Break this rare silence

Regarding himself in Sibi, it seems he hasn't yet recognized his own "self," so the first stage of the mission has already...

Unfortunately, the situation has now been declared resolved.

I really want to know what's happening on the other side.

He didn't allow himself to see the current situation and the next steps. He could only bring the car and the people back to Tianjin headquarters. Ideally, this would be a limited-time mission, a mission completed, seemingly peaceful, not a sign of his trust.

No, this problem is already guaranteed. Even Sherlock Holmes couldn't deduce it. The girl with limited hair started to get anxious, her mind turning into rage and rage. He committed atrocities. 7. Her disguise was exposed. "Kiana" only gradually calmed down after talking in her sleep.

My anxious heart has already begun to contemplate how to escape. Although I don't know the exact time, the opportunity I've secured should be sufficient, barring any unforeseen circumstances (tE3).

It's over. The national team is really out of the running. Right now. Might as well seize this opportunity to escape; all those confident pronouncements have been completely forgotten.

The timid girl and the district's Wei Yi slowly walked out of the room... As long as they slowly lifted the lid, they could create a small exit, but before they could even take action, the girl's eyes had already opened. The girl's eyes were wide open, and she hurriedly grabbed the bed, not having had time to put it down. Her head, which had been buried in the bed, was lifted up, tightly H8X

The figure, who had been moving slightly, suddenly gave a slight smirk, looking at the young girl who seemed caught in a dilemma. [Must be thud. 1]

The silver-haired girl's baby bump was now clearly visible. He could clearly recognize that what he was seeing was not a dream. "Hush Yana?" he uttered.

What should we do now? What should we do? What should we do? What should we do? We can't escape, we can't escape, we can't escape! Absolutely not! "Kiana, it's so good that you're alright!" Caught off guard, she hugged herself tightly. The stranger in front of her suddenly appeared before her—a stark contrast to the past. The unwavering emotion she felt then welled up in her heart. Her body, which had been gradually stiffening, was suddenly filled with a feeling she had never experienced before. This was an experience that instantly overwhelmed her thoughts.

Such close contact, lowering her standards, left the silver-haired girl no choice but to let him hold her. Her chaotic, disorganized thoughts were tormenting her. The inner turmoil and physical discomfort...

Mo Mo sensed something was wrong.

The tension in his heart, amplified by this silent exchange, also fueled his doubts. Feeling utterly helpless and at a loss, he finally acted instinctively, pushing away the person tightly embracing him.

She felt a slight unease throughout her body, her anxiety growing even stronger. She maintained her composure, even after making this move, she herself was surprised. Looking at the silver-haired girl, she could tell she was...

But the tension in her eyes betrayed the cold, unfamiliarity that filled her heart. Mo Mo didn't hide the fact that in that tense moment...

Mo Gaiwangzong seemed to sense something was wrong, as if he were seeing a stranger. [I should still be me, right? Why did Mingya's comment 1 Mo Rong use her own way of saying that the problem should be on the ground? [Don't worry. The fact that this problem can be solved proves 8E.]

Qi Yanen was also sizing up Ying Mo. Her hard-won mental processing ability hadn't stopped for a moment.

In the brief moment of shared vision between Mo Mo and Mo Ce, the line between Guo and Guan Chen is drawn. The fact that he could act so intimately proves that he and K9ea—yet he himself made the worst decision from the very beginning.

Is he already doubting himself? He tentatively asks, "Do you remember who I am?"

"Kiana." Mo Moqiu's answer to Guo Xin Changzong was already too late. The silver-haired girl remained silent for the first time.

He could only watch him intently, and slowly shook the sky. "Is there no sign of the 5th? Please, don't play these kinds of games with me."

Mo Mo was suddenly startled. Before he could finish speaking, the girl who had been waiting for him said, "The clouds are full of Yang Zhu and your area. You haven't realized that I am another person yet." [1 Maintaining Fu Lei 4]

I don't know you, who are you? A group of people sat heavily on the ground, reminiscing about the past.

From the perspective of the silver-haired girl,

It was unbelievable. But this unbelievable feeling reassured the young girl a little.

At least I should be safe for now. Mo Mo's heart was filled with despair. [It's over, Mo Mo, Kiana doesn't recognize me. 8- This distance and unfamiliarity isn't just acting. 0; Mo Cai didn't suffer as much of a blow as Mo Mo, [I feel she's a bit... [Calm down, what's the point of asking so many questions? Don't ask so early.]

Strange. The city of Fuli, though seemingly calm, was already in turmoil. I could forget about F Jing, of course it was strange! I was very much in the presence of a young girl, Mo Dan only...

Okay! I have to press this further. "So you still remember that you are the enemy of Ming?"

It's Kiana. Although the other party's behavior felt a bit strange, American E, do you still remember Mei? Bronya, like "Ming Yong, do you still remember yourself as Shi Feng: Mo Dan's casual words after a thunderbolt."

"And Theresa?" After a moment's thought, Yana nodded slowly, somewhat relieved that she had read some information about them and wasn't completely ignorant.

"And what about me!" Completely clueless. "Why!" Mo Yu's excited reaction seemed to startle Kiana, frightening her. "It's like the mountain beside her," she thought, "how could I possibly have any recollection of you? Why? Of course, it's because there's absolutely no information about you." She reassured her, "Don't be afraid, I'm really not a bad person, really."

"Sorry, I got too excited." [Could she really have amnesia?] [I don't think she's lying.] Mo Hei felt a million reasons not to. [Why? I just want to ask why.]

Perhaps it's because you're special in her heart? Is Mo Mo no longer a righteous person, or is this some third-rate novel plot? Mo Zhong's heart is filled with anxiety. [What's so special about you that you're going to be forgotten? What is this?]

This made Mo Mo feel depressed as well. [What is this?] [You ask me who I'll go with? Even a Super A isn't omnipotent.]

Even I don't understand the principle behind it. [Could this all be because of my mistake? It's because I was too enthusiastic during the previous aid mission.]

So ultimately, it's all his own fault? Mo Jia only comforted him. [Although his wife suddenly didn't recognize him...]

I told you not to be so down; things have come to this point, the important thing is to find a way to get back on your feet. It's a huge blow, but you still want to be someone else; at least that hasn't changed.

Although Mo Mo didn't know, even the latter had changed. "You'll have to rely on yourself, I can't help you." "Are you really suffering from amnesia?" After struggling for a while with his hands on his head, Wu Guoli finally said, "I don't remember anything, right?" Gong Yaqing replied with a hint of sarcasm, "I remember very well, although..."

After that, I had absolutely no idea who you were. That's fine as long as it is. Since I can't pretend to know, I'll just be honest and say who I am.

Since it's the husband's memory, it shouldn't arouse suspicion, right?

That's awesome, Fu Yi's setting is the best! "I know you don't recognize me, please stop adding insult to injury." Mo Chongzhao, are you on good terms with me? The price looks good but the peak is hard to swallow. Please, Yana, remember seven parts and three parts of the time.

Xing Shen usually didn't feel anything, but under the current circumstances, he actually sensed that the people on the street had been affected.

“Very good.” Mo Mo could only manage a reluctant reply. “Is there a number?” Now it was Qiyana’s turn to ask.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember you." The unspoken silence between us confirmed Er Yana's suspicions.

Is this the gap between herself and her? A little friendship, and that elusive love. Zhong Yana clutched the sheet tightly in her hands. All of her life was utterly worthless compared to her. To say anything unpleasant was just self-deception. "It's over, and now even Hou Mei is useless." Mo Mo sighed. He had to consider the emotions of the night. He understood that Qu Jing was impossible, although he feared that his desire to be with his husband was truly genuine.

It's merely part of the state's mandate. His joys and sorrows are also tied to his own.

What's that Chinese idiom again? "Fate is a stage, and everything is just acting. Then, seizing the right moment to strike decisively, that's the logical development of the plot." "You probably haven't eaten in a long time, have you?"

Qi Ya poked his small eyes out and nodded.

The empty play was about to be performed in its entirety, radiating an aura of exhaustion from within. "Shuang'an, eat something at five o'clock. You should rest well and not overthink things." Mo Chongyang was B's little standard, Jian Dong B room. Kiana, while staring at the door, was touching herself, looking at a message. She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly using the thing in her hand to reach out to Liwen, who was nowhere to be seen.

This step was successful, so what's next? The official returned to Xia. The tower remained still, waiting for the right opportunity.

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82. Because I want to be a hero

"This is a huge problem..." Standing in front of the dilapidated stove, barely usable, Mo Mo muttered to herself as she stirred the contents of the pot. After calming down slightly, instead of finding a solution, she became even more acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. She hadn't inquired in enough detail, but Mo Mo had roughly assessed the current predicament. If she encountered someone she knew, like Mei, they might be able to help, but any extra memories would likely be completely forgotten. But at least it was much better than being completely forgotten herself. Ah, no, she couldn't think about such sad things; the more she thought about it, the more hurt she felt. [Mistake, mistake, mistake! I said you, what you're holding is sugar, not salt.] Mo Mo quickly reminded her, [Can't you be a little more careful? Look at you now...]

What does it look like? [You don't know anything.] Mo Mo quickly put down the jar in his hand and replaced it with another one. [Do you understand my sadness? Do you understand my pain? Can you set...]

"Can't you put yourself in my shoes? No, you can't, so shut up." But then again, Kiana must have felt the same way when facing me before—someone important doesn't remember her. So that's how it is.

So it's my turn this time? [That's chili powder... You should at least put some effort into it.] Mo Mo's voice was already weak. [Are you trying to kill her with this awful food before she regains her memories?]

"Ahem." Mo Mo stopped what she was doing with a dreamy look in her eyes. "[This is all Rita's fault! Why did she have to bring back so many seasonings? It's made such a fuss over a bowl of clear broth noodles. And she's also the culprit behind Kiana's amnesia, that ungrateful bastard.]" Mo Mo thought angrily. "I should have known better than to meddle and let her end up in the Raven's clutches, suffering a fate worse than death."

[I just looked up some information, and this thing is divided into many types. I don't know if Kiana's current situation is temporary or permanent.] Mo Ce brought another piece of news, good or bad. [But these things can't be rushed. If you want me to think of a reliable way for you... um, yes, use your love to influence her, use the power of the heart to solve all problems!] [That's completely unreliable.] Mo Mo said without hesitation, turned off the stove, and put the seemingly normal soup noodles into a bowl. As he turned the bowl around, he saw Kiana standing timidly at the bedroom door, looking around nervously. Mo Mo felt something was off. "Since it's just a temporary base, don't expect too much." Putting the bowl on the table, Mo Mo waved to Kiana, "The noodles are ready, come and eat."

After hesitating for a moment, Kiana slowly walked over to the table and sat down. She pulled the steaming bowl in front of her, paused for a moment, and then picked up a fork from the table. [Hmm? A fork?] Mo Mo frowned slightly.

Kiana, head down, picked at the noodles in the clear broth, not in a hurry to eat. Noticing someone's gaze fixed on her, she looked up.

The moment the eyeliner met, it hesitantly turned slightly away.

"Don't worry about it, I was just thinking about something," Mo Mo said with a kind smile. "After all, you've lost your memory, so I need to find a way to help you..."

"Just restore i2iZ." Kiana nodded slightly, offering no further response. She knew such action was pointless. A person feigning sleep cannot be woken, and a person feigning amnesia cannot have their memories restored. What doesn't exist simply doesn't exist. Kiana twirled the noodles into a small ball on her fork, blew on it twice, and carefully put it in her mouth. [Although losing memories would have a huge impact... but was Kiana always this ladylike when she ate?]

This is so strange, so incredibly strange. It's like she's a completely different person. "How is it? Is it good?" Seeing Kiana's expression remain unchanged, Mo Mo couldn't help but ask. "It has a special flavor, but it's delicious." Kiana nodded, her movements with the fork becoming faster than before. "I really like it. Oh, I see." Mo Mo's smile brightened. "Good that you like it. What? Looks like I was overthinking things. [Your judgment criteria are so strange.]" Mo Mo couldn't help but complain. Mo Mo watched silently as Kiana finished the noodles in her bowl, savoring the satisfaction while pondering other things.

After carefully sucking the last noodle into her mouth, Kiana picked up the bowl and took a deep sip of the "clear" soup. She put the bowl down, exhaling a puff of hot air, looking quite satisfied. The tense and reserved expression on her face gradually melted away. Pushing the bowl forward slightly, Kiana tentatively looked at Mo Mo. "If you're finished eating, go back and rest. It's actually late at night now." Mo Mo naturally placed the bowl and fork in front of him and said, "We'll talk about other things tomorrow."

"Well... I'll go back to rest after I'm done tidying up... Oh, so that's what you're worried about." Seeing Kiana shrink back again, Mo Mo quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, the bedroom is yours, don't think too much about it."

"No need to be polite. After all, your current state is also related to me, so I know what to do. Hey, I originally thought you would use physical intimacy to awaken her memory, and you're just backing down like this? [Get lost, I can't do something like that without considering the timing and occasion.] Mo Mo immediately retorted, [Now is the crucial moment to start rebuilding favorability again, are you trying to make all my previous efforts go to waste?] Obviously, Kiana hasn't fully trusted herself yet. Alas, the road ahead is long and arduous."

"Then I'll head back now." After receiving permission, Kiana quickly got up and left, not choosing to linger. She darted into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. "It's still so strange." Watching Kiana's fleeing figure, Mo Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Hiding in the dark bedroom, Kiana groped her way onto the bed, tucked under the covers, and pulled out a small communicator from her person, examining it for a moment.

Rita hadn't sent any plans for the next step, meaning she would continue to maintain her policy of inaction and play the role of "Yana" in front of him.

It felt somewhat ironic. Kiana peeked out from under the covers, lying on her back in bed, staring at the dark ceiling. The warmth still lingered in her abdomen, and she wasn't sleepy; her mind wandered. The plan, while not progressing perfectly as expected, had been relatively smooth, averting too much suspicion, and she was still safe. Placing her hand on her stomach, Kiana's thoughts began to drift.

She seemed to recall something, but it was only a series of completely blurred images. It was from a distant past, when her parents were still alive.

"Am I an idiot..." Kiana murmured softly. Pure goodwill, unadulterated and without any impurities, was something that others might consider insignificant, but to her it was a feeling she had long forgotten.

He must have poured a lot of emotion into it.

But I also know very well that this warmth and kindness still don't belong to me. I've only temporarily possessed these beautiful things by chance, a cunning and treacherous person. In a sense, I am the real imposter now.

"Kiana, Kiana," he called out that name so naturally, as if he were the Kiana in his heart. When will I be able to accept it openly and honestly? I'm unwilling, yet so happy. I'm jealous, and so sad.

If she was truly that happy, then the slight vibration from her body interrupted Kiana's increasingly deep thoughts. Holding the communicator to her face, Rita sent another message: "Keep him calm for now, try to prevent him from going out unnecessarily, to avoid any accidents." After understanding her reply, Kiana frowned in the darkness.

What on earth happened over there? Kiana tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Finally, unable to resist, she got out of bed and pushed open the bedroom door.

"Kiana?" Mo Mo, who was sitting on the sofa lost in thought, heard the door open. "Aren't you going to sleep?" "If you can't sleep, then lie in bed and rest. You must be very tired with so much going on lately." I wanted to...talk to you more. It wasn't exactly a selfish thought, but it was a decent way to pass the time.

And it will also facilitate the next steps. "Yeah, you should be the most uneasy right now," Mo Mo sighed. "Forgetting so many things must feel terrible... Please pretend I didn't say anything." Kiana shook her head, sat down on the sofa opposite Mo Mo, and asked cautiously, "So... what are your names? Sorry, I forgot you completely don't remember me, you even forgot to introduce yourself." Mo Mo covered his face, then pointed to his head, "My name is Mo Mo, so let's call you... you know what I mean. 'I' and you are very close, right?' You already asked this question before," Mo Mo reminded him, "Very close. If you insist on knowing how close we are, then I can only say that we are so close that even if I suddenly touched your breasts right now, you wouldn't be angry."

"I was just joking! I can't do this! Your reaction really hurts me!" Mo Mo looked at Xiao, who clutched her chest and instantly hid behind the sofa.

Looking at Kiana with trepidation, he didn't know what to say. "Let's be understanding, Miss Kiana. Don't look at me like this, I'm really upset right now," he apologized. Kiana sat back on the sofa and said dryly, "You, as the victim, don't need to apologize. It will only make me feel more guilty." Mo Mo sighed. "Didn't you want to chat? What about? You want to know..."

Kiana shook her head. "I want to know about you."

“Didn’t you say we’re very close? Maybe if I knew more, I could remember some things. Of course, that’s impossible.” “That makes sense.” Mo Mo scratched his head. “So what do you want to know? There might not be enough time to say it all at once… Your parents?” Kiana asked tentatively. It was understandable that she was interested in that.

“Parents…you really hit the nail on the head.” Mo Mo’s expression turned awkward. “W-what’s wrong?” Mo Mo’s strange reaction made Kiana nervous, wondering if she had said something wrong.

“After all, it’s normal that you don’t remember now.” Mo Mo nodded thoughtfully and continued, “...only has a father.”

"I have absolutely no memory of my mother, and my father has never mentioned her to me either," Mo Mo said, leaning back on the sofa with her arms crossed and eyes closed, trying to recall. "Although I cared a lot when I was little, I've pretty much let it go now. Since my dad never tells me anything about my mother, he must have his reasons. It's okay, I'll just give him a good beating later."

"I see..." Kiana nodded thoughtfully. "Then your..." Kiana's words trailed off as she saw Mo Mo's expression change again, and she immediately stopped talking. "My dad... ever since I could take care of myself, he hasn't really cared about me much. I only see him a few times a year, and then he just completely disappeared." Mo Mo continued, "Although now... it's nothing. And speaking of which, it feels like I've said this somewhere before. How many times have I blurted this out already?" "Don't you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No, not a single one," Mo Mo answered decisively. "You're the same way..."

“I said, you’re so pitiful, all alone.” Kiana immediately changed her tune, “—Won’t you feel lonely, won’t you be sad?” Although he described it lightly, only he knew the bitterness hidden behind it. Kiana deeply agreed with this; they were both in the same boat, why bother with past acquaintances? “If you say no, I guess so,” Mo Mo replied, “No… I can endure it.”

It's impossible. What you can't stand is just getting used to it, and then becoming numb.

"If you ask why, it's because I want to be a 'hero'." A hero?

"I think many people had this kind of dream when they were young, hoping to become very powerful and punish evil and promote good. Of course I did too, but the difference is that I still dream about these things even now, although sometimes people say it's childish." Mo Mo said matter-of-factly, "Even though they're all clichéd stories, don't you think it's especially cool to be someone who can protect others?"

"Don't you understand? If you can't even overcome your own loneliness and pain, it's hard to reach out to others for help," Mo Mo replied. "To become someone else's hero, you must first become your own hero... By the way, this is something my dad told me before, although I now think he might have just been making excuses for his own irresponsibility by spouting platitudes."