Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

I am sorry.

I don't want to forget you.

I don't want to forget you.

I don't want to forget your names.

Gan Yu's heart trembled. She saw it, she saw Fu She's fingertips penetrate deep into her chest, squeezing her heart.

Fushe couldn't kill himself, couldn't crush his own heart—he couldn't do such a thing. Although he still had control of his body, the one thing he could never accomplish was 'suicide'.

All he could do was leave a slight scratch and a small wound on his own heart.

He began to forget, but he didn't want to forget. His only resistance... was to carve those names into his mind.

My body is so strong now that wounds etched on my skin will heal quickly, but will the words etched on my heart, the most vulnerable place, last a little longer?

Just a little longer, just a little bit more, will do.

[Remaining lifespan (floating house): 5 minutes and 24 seconds]

If he could remember them in the last five minutes and twenty-four seconds... if his memory could last for five minutes and twenty-four seconds...

—Then he would be satisfied.

He staggered forward, his fingernails leaving marks on his tender heart.

'Leaving clouds and borrowing wind'

'77'

'Heulia'

'elf'

'Morax'

One name after another.

...

and also.

[Sweet Rain]

His heart was densely engraved with names—those he loved, those he cherished, those he didn't want to forget. He wrote down everyone's names, but he couldn't write down his own.

There are no empty spaces left.

Because a person's heart is very small, and if it is filled with other people's names, where can one leave their own name?

The life of an ordinary person is truly helpless. Ordinary people are weak and small, and only by sacrificing themselves can they accommodate everyone else.

Fushe remembered everyone, but forgot himself.

"Who...who am I?"

Who am I?

Who am I?

he does not know.

He only knew his goal: to use the last shred of humanity to go to the deepest part of himself and bury himself, and he was about to do it.

He murmured softly, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

It seems... they've noticed something.

Fu She forced a helpless smile. He laughed self-deprecatingly and sadly, then turned around and saw a fully drawn bow and a sharp arrow... its light gleaming coldly and icy.

Right in front of... his chest.

Right there, beating in his chest, his heart, engraved with names.

His junior sister, Gan Yu.

At this very moment, she is staring at him with hatred.

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P.S.: This chapter... is actually almost a thousand words longer than the combined three chapters, so it's quite a large chapter.

Of course, I didn't update yesterday because I had some mental issues, so I have no right to take credit. In fact, I should and must apologize to everyone.

Sorry for spoiling everyone's mood.

I deleted the chapter from yesterday.

Chapter 102 I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

That's...who is that?

what.

Gan Yu certainly knew who that was.

But she was unwilling to admit it, unwilling to face it.

She knew what was going to happen next, and finally understood why the Emperor didn't want her to watch any longer.

Gan Yu instinctively took a step back, her thin lips trembling slightly, her golden pupils constricted, and she stared intently at the figure that appeared before her.

She suddenly felt that the person in front of her was so unfamiliar that she almost didn't recognize him.

Was that me...?

So this is what I used to be like.

That person—who was once her—twisted the bowstring with her slender index finger. The icy blue elemental light blew out a pale blue snow wind, and the frost and wind scattered the stray hairs on her face, revealing her eyes.

His empty, numb pale blue eyes held no emotion, like a frozen, icy pool, deep within which lay a shadowy hatred; that pool reflected Fu She's face.

She gazed at her former self, subconsciously touching her cheek, and suddenly realized that she was actually looking in a mirror from 2,400 years ago. She was like this 2,400 years ago, and she is like this 2,400 years later. She has never changed; the face of her heart has been forever frozen in time 2,400 years ago.

So ugly.

Gan Yu felt a sense of disorientation, or rather, a stinging pain.

The sting came from the depths of her soul, like countless tiny thorns—just recalling what happened afterward, her heart felt as if it had been traversing a thicket of thorns, scratched by countless tiny thorns, leaving wound after wound.

What happened after that... she knew exactly what happened after that, because it kept appearing in her dreams.

You did nothing wrong, you did nothing wrong...

Deep inside, that voice began to echo again—the voice she relied on, the voice she... loathed.

Gan Yu finally learned the name of that voice.

Karmic obstacles

The inner demons that had plagued her for two thousand four hundred years, the karmic obstacles that had plagued her for two thousand four hundred years.

don't want...

"You did nothing wrong."

-

It seems to be raining outside.

Fushe raised his head and gently closed his eyes.

He is currently in the deepest abyss, and in theory he shouldn't be able to hear the rain above, but he can always imagine that he is absorbing the karma of Liyue, and near the heart of Liyue City, he seems to have become one with this land.

The drizzling rain weaves into a thin mist, shrinking the azure plain into a single line. Beyond the vast plain, one can see Guili Plain and Liyue. The fine raindrops tap on every tile of Liyue City, making a crisp sound, seeping into every household in Liyue City through the gaps between the red walls and black tiles.

It's so beautiful.

He also sensed four auras within the Layered Rock Abyss—were they four Yakshas...?

He opened his eyes, turned around, looked at his junior sister, and smiled gently at her.

That smile, across two thousand four hundred years... was also imprinted in the eyes of the two Gan Yus.

Gan Yu didn't understand the meaning of that smile before, but now she seemed to understand. She stared blankly at Fu She's smile—the corners of his mouth were twisted and terrifying, but his eyes were weary and gentle, like the lonely sunlight of an autumn afternoon, scattering the sparse shadows of the sycamore trees, lonely and desolate.

No... Gan Yu took a half step back. She had never felt so flustered and helpless. She wanted to stop it all. She reached out and touched Fu She's cheek, but her slender fingertips passed through the latter's helpless smile.

She realized this fact once again:

What has already happened, she cannot stop.

That person is already dead; what lies before us is merely a projection left by history.

That's what death is like.

The only thing left in this world is the traces of that person's existence, but those traces are wrong, they are false. Stubbornly following the wrong traces, she will never catch up with that person, and she will never understand that person's heart.

...call.

Gan Yu slowly exhaled, staring intently at the person she could no longer recognize, her betraying senior brother, her heart trembling slightly.

The corpses on the abyss of towering cliffs are still vivid in my mind.

The filthy and sinister aura emanating from the corpses of the dead soldiers and civilians extended downwards along the towering cliffs and into Fu She's body. Gan Yu, being a Qilin, could clearly see the bloodshed that clung to Fu She.

It was this person in front of them who killed them.

This is not conjecture.

It is a fact. A fact that is crystal clear. Even if it weren't Gan Yu, but some other immortal who was present and witnessed the scene, they would have made the same judgment.

Because that is indeed the case. They died from their karma, and the karma that killed them took over the body of the vassal, who was the karma that killed them.

The Thousand Rock Army was slaughtered, and it was all my fault. It was because of my hesitation last time, because I failed to kill that person last time! That traitor!

This time, she was prepared.

Gan Yu bit her thin lips so hard that blood flowed out, cold and metallic. The violent and cold elements gathered in the center of the arrow, and the cold light reflected in her empty and hateful eyes!

"you..."

Fu She seemed to have forgotten Gan Yu's name. He lowered his head slightly and looked at his heart, but the wound in his heart had already healed. Because Gan Yu's name was the first one engraved, it was also the first to heal and the first to be forgotten.

It's ironic, really. The first person he ever met, his junior sister with whom he grew up, ended up as a stranger, even drawing her sword against him. But even so, even though she had forgotten him, he still didn't want it to be like this.