Hua's Great Victory.

"Sorry, this is my friend. He's not feeling well today."

Feeling the increasing strange looks around her, the girl grabbed the boy's hand without thinking too much and hurriedly explained, leaving the price tag for Kikyo on the cashier.

She immediately pulled Su Qing'an out of the store, and to continue avoiding those stares, the girl fled the mall with the boy as if they were escaping.

Once the bright sunlight outside filled her vision, Fu Hua relaxed a little. She patted her chest, which was heaving slightly, and suddenly realized that her left hand was still holding the other person's hand.

Before she could even register the warmth hidden within that icy body temperature, she released her grip as if electrocuted.

The girl finally realized what she had done. A faint blush rose to her fair cheeks, and beneath her long, curled eyelashes, her eyes, like autumn water, were filled with a pool of turbulent waves.

Fu Hua turned her face away, nervously staring at the toes of her sneakers, feeling the other person's gaze that made her body go numb, and a strange emotion arose within her.

So.

Why did things turn out like this today...?

Let's turn back time to the very beginning.

For Fu Hua, today was not an ordinary day either.

Unlike her uneventful and one-dimensional life of the past 15 years, yesterday the girl was abruptly informed that the predetermined end of her life had changed.

Her father's words and the inevitable reality left her feeling somewhat lost.

For a girl who has practiced martial arts since childhood, following the same rules as her father to inherit the martial arts school and pass on this family tradition is a achievable goal in life.

Fu Hua could see that direction, that road.

This conclusion, while narrow-minded, also reflects the father's wishes. As for the author's own thoughts?

I don't know.

Does she like practicing martial arts?

Have no idea.

Does she want to inherit the martial arts school?

Not understand.

I've always done it this way, so I wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't continue doing it this way.

The father's expectation that she should stay at a boarding school was not actually unpleasant in the girl's eyes.

She was already used to practicing martial arts, and the hardships and difficulties no longer stirred much emotion within her.

She didn't have anything she particularly wanted or anything she particularly wanted to do. Rather than saying she was without desires, perhaps a more accurate description of her mindset as aimlessly drifting along is more in line with a girl's.

We simply need to move in this existing direction.

A 15-year-old girl doesn't need many lofty ideals, so there's nothing wrong with this decision.

But a few days ago, that goal was taken away by the father who had given him the original vision.

But Fu Hua didn't blame him.

When you see the same scene, you might not be able to utter any words of blame.

The once robust and confident man now lay helplessly on the bed, his face pale, his words punctuated by coughs and despair, his utterances seeming to conceal a dream of displacement.

Yes.

He clearly cares about himself.

He said the martial arts school had no future and that he would sell it later.

He told his daughter, "You can do whatever you want, but don't practice martial arts anymore. There's no future in martial arts. Going to work, painting, becoming an artist, or a scientist are all better than practicing martial arts."

The man's face was full of concern and weariness. He used the little knowledge he had to offer to help the girl's future, his expression earnest yet tinged with a sigh of regret.

The words were both gentle and cold, and the sound that reached her ears was like a winter wind blowing by. Fu Hua could vaguely hear the sound of things breaking.

What broke?

It must be a dream.

Perhaps more than the despair of her life goals and the confusion of her years of hard work losing meaning, the girl was more worried about her father's feelings at that time.

The blows suffered by this man were far more profound than those suffered by himself.

Martial arts, martial arts.

In this era where technology has surpassed the limits of many people's imagination, the so-called martial arts should perhaps have been buried in the ashes of the past long ago.

The man once thought that there might still be some space for martial arts to survive in remote areas, but as the city began its transformation, this delusion vanished.

Inch-force • Opening the Heavens.

What an empty name! The momentum of his punches was like a tiger in the mountains, and the martial arts realm that penetrated his Mind's Eye was enough to make a man easily shatter many things.

But it can't open the sky.

Even this cannot resist the overwhelming momentum brought about by technology, or rather, it has been so for a very, very long time.

He clung to this dream, living in this rural area for a long time, until he unknowingly dragged his daughter into it as well. Then, the sudden implementation of the renovation plan and an accident brought him back to reality.

Now, his daughter is also forced to bear the shattering of this dream, so one can imagine how deep the man's guilt must be.

This morning, after visiting her father at the hospital, Fu Hua began a leisurely stroll.

In fact, she wasn't very familiar with the city. The only things she could really picture in her mind were the neighbors she often walked on that street, the various routes, and the buildings.

Perhaps she has always been this kind of person, living a monotonous life wandering between home, martial arts school, and school.

Even the habit of long-distance running is silently completed in this three-point line, so the girl is not actually that familiar with this city, or rather, compared to the 15 years she has lived here, this bland and light impression seems a bit strange and ordinary.

The renovation plan is coming.

In the girl's mind, taking a few more glances at the current state of these cities before embarking on a long journey to Canghai City, and sketching some vivid images in her mind, was not a boring thing.

In this way, even if many things are completely different when she returns, she won't feel so regretful.

Fu Hua rode the old subway, she gazed out the window at the rapidly passing scenery, pondering the mysteries of the big city.

I heard that such equipment is a technology that has been phased out by Canghai City for a long time. For a place like that, the city where I grew up is just a rural area.

Even on the subway, she felt a little uncomfortable. The girl stood awkwardly in the crowd, holding onto the handrail, and suddenly realized that she might be doing something meaningless.

Even after visiting all these places and exploring every corner, many details will eventually be forgotten.

Perhaps rather than simply reminiscing about these outdated things that will eventually disappear, Fu Hua herself is also pondering whether martial arts are the same thing, destined to be eliminated because they are outdated.

This is similar to my current behavior, which is meaningless and has no value.

But why must something have value?

She sometimes felt happy practicing martial arts; it was a habit ingrained in her bones. Even if her father told her to stop practicing, the habit she had accumulated over time was not something that could be easily erased.

Does not inheriting a martial arts school mean you can't practice martial arts?

Fu Hua felt this was unreasonable; as long as she felt it was worthwhile, that was enough. Perhaps this was the only small thing the girl had persisted in during her fifteen years of life.

It might be like a train with inertia; even if its energy is depleted, the remaining enormous kinetic energy will still carry it away from its original location.

When the kinetic energy is exhausted, the girl may completely give up martial arts.

But what kind of life would Fu Hua be living at that time?

Perhaps she will never escape this constraint in her lifetime; she will eventually board a brand new train to that hopeless future.

But no one can say for sure whether that kind of future is lucky or not.

But without a doubt, it will be very tough.

Leaving aside such distant matters, the subway slowly came to a stop, and the girl walked through the crowd; her petite figure was hardly noticeable.

While she is naturally beautiful, the girl's fashion sense is not particularly outstanding; in fact, "plain" would be a more accurate description.

She wore a black, plain sweatshirt that barely concealed her curves, paired with blue jeans and white sneakers—an outfit that looked exactly like what a boy her age would wear.

However, for Fu Hua, perhaps not wearing her training clothes out was already a sign of a girl's modesty, which is also one of the reasons why her father felt so guilty towards her.

The existence of martial arts made Fu Hua's first reaction when choosing clothes become whether they were suitable for martial arts training, and her instinctive love of beauty was temporarily forgotten.

The lack of maternal love doesn't make the girl seem particularly unfortunate, but in some ways, it's just that the man who is the father is unable to provide much good advice to accompany Fu Hua as she grows up.

Even so, a closer look at the girl's face reveals a hidden, silent beauty.

Fair, jade-like skin is the best asset at this age. Her delicate features are like a cup of light, warm tea, exuding a restrained and elegant temperament that is pleasing to the eye and leaves a lasting impression.

Especially those blue eyes, which seemed to habitually avoid the gaze of others, yet contained a touch of adorable stubbornness, like a cat.

Fu Hua looked at the crowd ahead and felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't really like crowded places. Her poor communication skills had always been a minor flaw of hers, but her stubbornness, which she didn't show outwardly, was a weapon she sometimes used to overcome these weaknesses.

If you can't even properly explore the city where you were born and raised, you're sure you won't make any friends in Canghai City.

Even if it's just to meet my father's expectations, I have to try my best.

So the girl took a step and walked in the direction she had planned to go.

Fu Hua planned to go to a commercial street, which was the city center compared to the area where her home and martial arts school were located.

She looked somewhat lonely walking alone. If nothing unexpected happened, the girl would soon step out of the subway station and head to her destination.

Amidst the sea of people, Fu Hua brushed past a white-clad youth who seemed to disappear into the shadows, and they should have remained strangers thereafter.

But in that brief instant, it was like a heavy blow to her heart; the surging blood made her consciousness dizzy for a moment, and a strange joy and sorrow surged into her chest at the same time.

Immediately, an inexplicable intuition led Fu Hua to stop and look back.

But what she found behind her was only a bustling crowd, with nothing that seemed strange to her.

Overwhelmed by intense melancholy and fear, the girl's anxiety about the unknown future in Canghai City and her bewilderment that martial arts was no longer her life's goal.

It was something deeper, something more important, something more precious than anything else one had ever gained in life.

And now this thing is slowly drifting away from her.

It was so domineering that it was unreasonable, yet it genuinely made the girl feel anxious and sad without her even realizing it.

This is very strange.

Just like a romance that spans several lifetimes in a novel, the male and female protagonists are separated by tens of thousands of years when they first meet. So there is a destiny and fate at play, which is why there are always some differences when they meet.

The girl patted her cheeks, shaking her head to dismiss these illogical and strange thoughts. She figured it was better to let such obviously incorrect answers die in her head.

If we think about it according to normal logic, there is almost no reason that could make sense.

But Fu Hua didn't have time to think about these things. The intense anxiety made her feel uncomfortable. She had never experienced such a feeling before. It was as if her emotions were out of control and her heart was being gripped by someone.

Fu Hua chose to turn back, abandoning her original plan as if she intended to rely on a vague intuition to search for a spirit that might not even exist.

Meanwhile, a strange phenomenon occurred near Su Qing'an, who was wandering not far away.

The feathers that had been floating and drifting in his soul suddenly shone with dazzling light.

Divine Key: Udu-dust.

The feather that Fu Hua left in the boy's mind from the previous timeline resonated with the still very young girl at this moment.

The power of [Hidden] was forcefully unveiled by this resonance, granting Fu Hua, who would otherwise have been unable to find Su Qing'an, the ability to glimpse the boy's appearance.

Udu-dust was like an invisible thread connecting the two of them. The girl instinctively understood where the source of that feeling was. As long as she firmly believed in this inexplicable intuition, Fu Hua would definitely be able to find Su Qing'an.

In fact.

Five minutes later, the girl saw the strange boy who seemed invisible to everyone else.

He wore blood-stained, tattered white clothes, carried a leather satchel, and walked barefoot on the cold ground. His face was obscured by bloodstains, making it difficult to see clearly; only his eyes revealed some of his thoughts.

How do I start a conversation?

The bewildered girl struggled with this strange question, and a strange sense of shame and her inability to communicate with others became the biggest obstacles at this moment.

So Fu Hua foolishly followed the boy all the way, witnessing a series of crimes he subsequently committed.

Why did this person leave dressed without paying?

However, some girls who understood that the other person was not quite normal let go of these small inner struggles. Not long after the boy left, she mustered up her courage and quietly left the money for the clothes he had taken on the cashier before stepping out the door.

Then she noticed Su Qing'an's brand new shoes.

But this unethical behavior, which should have resulted in further demerits, strangely transformed in Fu Hua's eyes into a sense of reassurance and comfort that only a mother would feel.

At least I'm not barefoot anymore; the ground is cold, so it's better to wear shoes.

The girl, realizing something was wrong, shook her head. What was going on? This feeling of affection, ten times stronger than seeing a stray cat or dog on the street, was completely off.

But immediately, as always, she paid for Su Qing'an's bill and hurriedly continued to follow in his footsteps.

Fu Hua calculated her allowance with some worry.

In fact, she rarely needed to spend money, and her father would often slip her money, but that couldn't stop Su Qing'an from getting money for free.

Fortunately, the strange man didn't take everything. Apart from essential clothing and shoes, the boy's behavior was purely sightseeing and shopping, which relieved the girl.

Aside from the bloodstains he never tried to clean and his strange abilities that no one else noticed, he seemed no different from a normal person.

So, he probably isn't the kind of bad person who uses strange abilities to gain profit. What kind of hardship must he be facing?

With her little head filled with random, unfounded thoughts, Fu Hua had forgotten about striking up a conversation. She watched with curiosity as Su Qing'an abruptly stopped in front of an expensive shop.

The boy stared at the crystal ball in the shop window, and his previous dejected look gradually faded.

Does he really like cute things? Does he get happy just seeing the little people and deer in them?

How about using this as a topic to start a conversation with him?

The girl asked herself anxiously, still somewhat hesitant. She wasn't a very decisive person to begin with, and being able to follow him this far was already a challenge.

Especially when paying for the boy, she should have been careful not to let others notice her actions.

However, fearing that Su Qing'an, who was so close by, might run away, Fu Hua basically went in, put the money in, and ran away, acting like a thief while paying, which was quite comical.

Even after Su Qing'an stopped lingering, the girl still didn't speak to him; she didn't even dare to get too close until the boy walked into the flower shop.

Fu Hua, who went in with them, was closer to Su Qing'an than ever before because of the size and layout of the flower shop.

She glanced at his face, which held no clear expression, and suddenly became certain that he was reminiscing about something.

What is it that I miss?

Every move the other person made captivated her. The initial sadness that welled up inside her had unknowingly dissipated, leaving only a vivid sense of joy that made the girl feel extremely uncomfortable.

What am I happy about?

This is so strange. Why do I feel happy just looking at him? I never felt this happy when petting the neighbor's kittens. This doesn't make any sense at all.

In her mind, Fu Hua made a strange analogy, and then she suddenly saw the image of the boy crushing the bellflower. He looked at the fallen petals on the ground and murmured some words.

The girl couldn't immediately grasp the extremely complex and heavy emotions she felt.

"I don't want to forget..."

Only those words were deeply etched into Fu Hua's mind. The sorrow that had inexplicably subsided returned, as if the emotion was whispering to her, "Don't make him sad."

So Fu Hua suddenly felt that she couldn't let him be sad, no matter what.

She squatted down next to the boy and mustered up the courage to say the first sentence.

"If you're afraid you'll forget... then write in a diary?"

Immediately, the boy looked up at himself, as if he were seeing someone he knew all too well. Those bloodshot and tired eyes were incredibly filled with a gentle meaning.

He whispered:

"Magnificent."

This was Fu Hua's third first meeting with Su Qing'an.

That day, the girl felt that her previously uninteresting diary had been enriched with precious things that she could add to it.