Honkai Impact 3rd, what should an ordinary player do at the start?

Whether it succeeds or not, at least a seed will be left behind, at least a reason for my sister to deceive herself.

Even if it's just self-deception that it's for my own sake, it's better than continuing down this twisted and decadent path.

Hurting yourself because you care about others...

Really.

Can't we just not do it this way?

I can't even say things like that—I certainly can't blame my sister, so I can only curse that father in my heart.

If you don't want to raise them properly, don't have children! And then you give birth to them and treat them like this... it's better if they were never born.

……

Ahhh...

Did I disappoint Rin again?

Jiangcheng has already made so much effort to save me.

Jiang Cheng was even willing to squat down and try to understand my complicated and meaningless thoughts.

It really is the same as before—the same escapism, the same cowardice, even the behavior of lowering one's head and not daring to look at someone is exactly the same, just like before being changed and saved.

Just like before, Jiang Cheng's account was very detailed, and his voice was gentle and calm, like a cool breeze. There was no sense of superiority. He was focused on explaining his problem, while I was only paying attention to unimportant things.

Observing, watching, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

But—even that's not possible.

Unable to catch that gaze that belonged only to him.

I couldn't see the expression on their face.

No matter how she looked at it, no matter how she tried to change her perspective, whether she was looking up or down, she could hardly see Jiang Cheng in the shadows of the edges of those few strands of pink hair at the very end.

Even so, just by listening to the voice, just by listening to that detailed analysis that tried so hard to empathize, one can imagine the seriousness of that moment.

Yes.

The boy's eyes must have held a slightly deep look—after obtaining what belonged to him, called the Stigmata, his eyes, now tinged with a brilliant cherry blossom color, must have been filled with serious contemplation on that day.

He must be thinking about how to save himself, how to help himself, and how to solve the problem.

He probably never imagined that while he was listening attentively, he was actually daydreaming.

Just like now.

Rin is serious.

Once again, I'm overthinking things.

The only difference is that Jiangcheng in the past had plenty of time, energy, and fighting power to solve everything, while Rin at this moment can no longer hold on.

A life that should have ended, that should have come to a close, was forcibly extended for a period of time. However, even if a withered leaf is blown by the wind, it will inevitably fall to the ground and turn into dust.

Just like sometimes when you're listening to a lecture, you stick your head under your desk to read a book or do other small things. Every time you get called out and reprimanded by the teacher, you have to outwit and outmaneuver the teacher every time. But after sitting like this for a day, two days, three days... eventually you'll find that after you put your head down, you no longer hear the lecture and no one calls your name anymore.

The story ends.

In Sakura's eyes—in that clear feeling emanating from the depths of her heart—the only relative she had ever known, the one she would turn away from by bowing her head, had come to an end.

He only lowered his head slightly.

They only avoided it for a short while.

It was clearly just...

only……

Her trembling body was gently lifted up, as if to comfort her. Even though he wasn't tall enough, he forced himself to stand on tiptoe and stroke her head—those azure pupils filled her entire vision, leaving Sakura with only the colors of her younger sister, her last remaining relative.

"I told you not to cry, or your face will look all messed up. You're wearing such a beautiful shrine maiden outfit, and if your makeup comes off, you won't look good." She stroked her sister's head, the one that was once being stroked, as if their roles had been reversed, mimicking the gesture of being stroked in the past.

"Goodbye, sister."

Please don't be sad for me.

In the girl's trembling gaze—Rin, with all her might, managed to sustain her collapsing body and reveal a final smile—

"I shouldn't be so confused in the future."

"His face was gloomy and he looked really bad."

……

……

All of this is ultimately just a fantasy of the past. Even if a perfect ending was achieved, it will eventually vanish from our grasp.

Nevertheless, to have a perfect dream of Reimu's debut performance is already an unattainable dream for a young girl.

Enough is enough.

Enough is enough.

I won't ask for anything more—it's enough.

Someone like me shouldn't interfere with a young person's love, shouldn't deny their persistence, their insistence on pure love...

……

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P.S.: Something that is too heavy will either crush you on its own or weigh you down on others.

Do you think Jiangcheng's first time was with Mei or Sakura?

In addition, the bounty is still active.

We've accumulated quite a few drafts.

Double update today too.

Chapter 86 The Continued Date: Part 2

What a hypocrite...

Watching the tragedy unfold within the space of the stigmata.

As always, Ling was sarcastic and cynical. No longer appearing as a shrew, she gently supported her soft cheek with her clenched fist, her gaze still haughty and condescending.

—If only there were less flickering in the pupils,

Ahhh...

How could I remain indifferent?

My farewell to Sakura—my older sister…

Such a normal and warm farewell, a farewell I've never had the chance to experience before. Just witnessing all of this almost makes me jealous. At this moment, the fire burning in my heart seems to want to turn all emptiness and loneliness, and everything accumulated over the 50,000 years of sealing time, into fuel.

What makes humans more likely to feel jealous is not because of what they don't have, but because of what they once had, what they were able to do, and what they should have been able to do.

The similarities between the two are particularly striking; even the things they failed to do, the family they couldn't protect, and the advice they didn't heed are the same, and yet one of them...

[What an irresponsible older sister, just like that irresponsible younger sister she used to be, she doesn't even listen to her younger/older sister when she's being told what to do.]

You'll definitely regret it someday... You'll absolutely, positively regret disobeying me someday.

—I can only say sarcastic things to cover up my true feelings.

I don't want to continue reading the story of the Stigmata.

I don't want to watch that separation anymore.

I don't want to see the final reunion, nor do I want to see the separation that follows the reunion.

So the girl's gaze shifted once again to the very thing that had initially drawn her attention away—the excessively sweet and cloying Mei and Jiang Cheng. The two of them seemed unchanged, going on dates together, shopping together, and having the perfect day together with the help of others.

really...

They clearly said they would save them.

In the blink of an eye... in the blink of an eye, will I forget everything?

……

……

what……

铃？

I've long forgotten/don't care.

This time, however, the girl was right about Jiang Cheng.

To be precise, in such a gentle and loving environment, even the most resolute, courageous, and brave hero would inevitably be melted at the speed of light.

He was captivated by the girl's every soft whisper, by her loving gaze that watched him intently, and by her soft, voluptuous body that he didn't want to be apart from for even a moment.

In fact, even the ravens and gray snakes who were watching were worried that this new executive of the World Serpent might become a cripple on the spot.

But the thought that it was the Third Herrscher who did it, and that fulfilling her wish would allow her to fight for humanity, is enough.

what……

Jiangcheng? Who's that? I don't care.

The fact that they could win over the Herrschers in such a simple way means that even Gray Serpent himself would be willing to sell his hook if he could, and he would be the first to do so.

The problem is that none of the Herrschers would be interested in it. If the Herrschers could be dealt with in such a simple way, not only would they be interested, but even the Lord of the Sea would probably not refuse. Compared to this, personal preferences are completely insignificant, not to mention that the boy seems quite happy about it.

With the help of the World Serpent, Jiang Cheng became increasingly immersed in the pleasures of life and died along the way.

The willpower that had just been honed during the life-or-death crisis in Changkong City was already melting away at the speed of light.

Now, all the sounds I can hear are—

"Honey, would you like some ice cream?"

"Chengjun, I spilled milk tea on myself."

"Darling, I'm feeling a bit cold. Could you check if I'm still wearing my safety shorts?"

"City Lord"

"Lord Cheng..."

Even their spirits were almost dried up. All their ambitions, willpower, perseverance, and awareness had turned into a puddle of mud, melting away in the warmth of a gentle embrace. Even the deepest ice in Siberia wouldn't last three minutes under such conditions.

Jiang Cheng realized that calling Kiana a paramecium in the past was a bit disrespectful. In reality, it was already quite remarkable that Kiana had managed to survive for so long without completely degenerating.

It's only been a little over... In fact, he doesn't know how much time has passed, since he's so engrossed in his love affair that he hasn't had the energy to keep track of the time.

But—it's definitely not very long.

The sun still hangs high in the sky.

There was no change whatsoever. The light it emitted remained the most dazzling, almost pure white, without any yellowing or golden tinge, and completely devoid of the twilight's gloom.

Even so, they had already reached the point where the girl had to feed him ice cream little by little.

In this situation where Ling-Meng is being cared for unilaterally, it's impossible for him to say anything harsh to the gentle, affectionate girl who is full of love—a rejection.

"I feel like I can do that too. I can lick the ice cream myself."

This is already the limit of what you can refuse.

Even so, Mei would still reject it.

“Eating by yourself and being fed are completely different experiences, just like drinking from the same cup... I remember 6 (II) long-term cold cover three strange easy III skirt chat, isn't there this custom in China?”

Responding to the rejection. There was also the ice cream offered to the lips again, like wielding a big stick while also giving a sweet date - that overly gentle and sweet posture, the way the wind blows through her long hair, the wisp of purple hair fluttering like a gentle breeze, clearly always taking the initiative, yet no matter how you look at her, she is as gentle as the wind.

That seems to be it, just keep walking.

We went through one step after another.

I stumbled through one facility after another in a daze.

No one knows how many faces the gray snake has changed, or how many outfits the raven has worn.

In my memory, there were nearly a hundred snakes appearing at the same time, but it's hard to remember the exact number now.

Most importantly, the girl isn't sweet to everyone, nor does she always act the same. Like an overly greasy blueberry cream cake, when facing most people other than him, Mei acts more like the aloof senior in our initial impression, the former lightning queen, the unattainable beauty of the campus, with an inorganic feel. It is precisely because of this that we understand that it is an untouchable reality.