We're Getting Married

Su Qing'an had a premonition that if she and Hua didn't go, this history would be in a state similar to [Schrodinger's cat].

That World Bubble seems to exist definitively in memory and history, yet it is also like a bubble that could burst at any moment under the sunlight, unclear and uncertain.

In this context, this wondrous space bordering the Taihang Mountains is like a mysterious Lostbelt within the timeline, and whether the demons within can deliver the expected results is entirely unknown. They are like food that lies between reality and illusion; even if one were to dissect them and devour them, it would be difficult to reach a definitive conclusion.

However, the food he consumes is essentially an intangible thing from the conceptual side, and this area is very likely formed due to his [Personal Record] interference. Perhaps something interesting will happen when the two collide.

Su Qing'an found it difficult to judge whether this situation was good or bad.

From the most basic theoretical perspective, this actually means that the original drawbacks of the restart have been forced to overcome the initial barriers by the rendering of this [Personal Record], and it has gained the powerful ability and qualification to paint its own colors, which is undoubtedly a good thing.

This is equivalent to the sudden transformation of the divine restart from a self-torturing, fun game into free resurrections, with the past and future of the entire world now in one's own hands.

Those paintings of regret and sorrow, mired in the past; those inevitable endings; those moments of beauty that seemed to have been reached only to be extinguished by a choice to restart; those old friends whom I once thought I could never meet again in another era...

If [Personal Record] can be rendered and advanced according to one's own will, these irreversible and unattainable futures and pasts can be presented in the best form within the restarted blank archives, becoming the true... The Fourth Ending.

And just as my thoughts drifted to this point, a familiar voice gently fell, overlapping in one place:

"We'll be waiting for you in the Fourth Ending."

The girl's whisper in my ear vanished like flowers in the mist, leaving no trace.

Su Qing'an couldn't recall the other person's exact appearance or name, but that in itself meant they held an undeniable weight in her heart.

The Fourth Ending.

If this means perfection, then the current discovery is undoubtedly the only path to that definition.

But at least for now, Su Qing'an has absolutely no clue about controlling his [Personal Record]. Right now, he is a half-crippled ascended life form who has to completely retreat into the Soul Hall for his own time axis and records, like an abandoned old nuclear power plant passively spreading radiation to the outside world, unable to control himself.

But the budding and emergence of hope is enough to illuminate the road ahead.

The boy's memories of knowledge have been almost completely restored, and he has a preliminary draft in his mind.

The current plan is clear: once the awakening level is fully filled, we can try to use the sublimated Gene Ability to bind the Ascended State itself, so that the two paths of dimensional ascension can bind and complement each other, ultimately reaching the point where we can control our [Personal Record].

While this premise requires that both he and Mobius maintain a certain level of accuracy in their calculations at the time in order to develop the required Gene Ability, it is indeed feasible.

As for how to construct the so-called the Fourth Ending at that time...

Once the definition of perfection is raised again, this issue may rise to a philosophical level, where the hidden contradictions and trade-offs are what make people frustrated and indecisive.

For example, if, under one's influence, the civilization of the previous era actually overcame the Honkai and continued to exist.

With the dramatic shift in the course of history, the present day will vanish like a bubble, and the people we once knew will no longer exist.

Murata Himeko, Kiana, Raiden Mei, Bronya... and many, many others will be submerged in the swirling river of time, their initial Karma overturned, and thus disappear.

Perhaps the concept of reincarnation can be used to determine the goodness of the ending.

Does having the same soul necessarily mean being the same person?

The education and experiences after birth, and the accumulation and refinement of each day of life thereafter, will shape a completely different self.

For him, who had left behind bonds in both the preceding and following eras, possessing this qualification was like having to choose between the palm and the back of his hand; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to regard it as a malicious curse.

Su Qing'an was unwilling to think about these things for the time being. He didn't want to reach the point where he had to weave a future for everyone, nor did he want the definition of perfection to keep expanding.

The boy did not want to become a god.

That unique arrogance and grandeur will ultimately come at a price, whether heavy or intangible, beneath its seemingly glamorous exterior.

But having a choice is still something to be happy about.

The immortal carefully considered her words; she was not unaware of this potential possibility.

Just as Su Qing'an had thought, Fu Hua didn't like to burden the other party with such a huge and unwarranted responsibility and weight.

The past should have been something to be forgotten.

Whether it's failure, sorrow, despair, or endless blood and fire.

Those were the defiant struggles and glorious demise of a civilization that had reached its zenith in the previous era.

The rendering of [Personal Record] is like a Pandora's box filled with greed and desire. Once opened... how to end it is no longer a simple matter.

Fu Hua disliked him carrying such a heavy burden; it was a more terrifying and hopeless path than simply enduring the wear and tear of time.

People will thank the savior, but they will also make offerings to the gods.

Once Su Qing'an steps into the spiral of distorting and manipulating history and the past, and limiting himself to the future he envisions, he is destined to be separated from his former self.

It will still be him, but... it's too much for him.

Fu Hua cleared her mind of her chaotic thoughts and replied:

"Yes, going there was part of the original plan."

She touched the boy's face, her eyes lowered, her expression gentle, and she said softly:

Even if history and the past are distorted because of you, it doesn't mean you have to bear all the responsibility for them.

"Things that never existed are ultimately just illusions. If that space is truly related to you and can end because of you, then let's go and eradicate these non-existent realities from now on."

"Then... let's face the future we've created together."

"Okay," he said.

The White Sparrow on Su Qing'an's head tilted its head to the side, its pair of dark eyes staring at the two of them. It felt very strange that Xiao Fu, who had no memory, would take the initiative to bring Xiao Su back to Mount Taixu.

It's strange that Xiao Fu, who was supposed to be so dense at this point, suddenly had the brains to trick Xiao Su into coming back from Li Shishi.

Su Muxi felt that, according to general logic, it was normal for two people to pass each other without even glancing at each other.

Unless... one of them recalls past memories.

It now seems highly likely that Xiao Fu remembered, but why is that?

The little girl thought back to the moment the diary fell, the other person's emotions surged like a torrent, and the instant they were forced into Ascended State, and she seemed to understand something.

Perhaps, Xiao Fu will regain her memories at that time.

Su Muxi stopped thinking. Like most children, she didn't like to dwell on any problems, and her thoughts changed very quickly. As long as the ending was good, why think so much?

The carefree White Sparrow used her little claws to play with the boy's hair and said:

"When are Xiao Fu and Xiao Su planning to get married? I want to eat wedding candy. Sister Qiluo said that candy eaten at this time will taste especially sweet."

Upon hearing this, the immortal was taken aback.

Based on previous understanding, as a consciousness born from Udu-dust, Xiao Xi likely possesses complete memories of their encounter. The fact that she brought up this question means that even in her memories that had not yet been awakened, the two still did not have the chance to reach the end together.

That's not really the key point; it's just a matter of a ceremony.

The key point is that this statement reveals that he was lying before.

Although it's not a big deal to expose myself, I still feel a little embarrassed.

So, without making a sound, the girl gently tucked the White Sparrow back into her palm. Her slender fingertips caressed the soft down on its head, lightly rubbing it to provide a comfortable sensation, while she softly whispered to change the subject:

"Xiao Xi likes sweets, how about we go down the mountain and buy some later? The market outside has many local specialties made with traditional Shenzhou crafts. Although they can't be as exquisite as the ones in the future, they still have their merits."

"Um!"

The White Sparrow was dazed from the massage. It felt that Xiao Fu's massage technique was much better than before. Being stroked felt very comfortable, and it made it want to go back to the other's Mind Lake and sleep like before.

Unfortunately, the Soul Link was completely severed due to the restart, and it will require a period of close contact to reconnect.

This is probably related to nurturing the awakening within the Manas consciousness.

Because of the transformation of the boy's soul, this subsidiary of Udu-dust has undergone many subtle changes, making it difficult to establish a connection with outsiders, even if those involved would welcome it.

Otherwise, Su Muxi would have tried to establish a link with her long ago, wanting to see if she could share her memories with Fu Hua.

As Su Qing'an watched the girl caressing the White Sparrow, her sharp eyes noticed the girl's earlobes turning slightly red, the edges of which were flushed with an alluring pink. This scene, combined with the girl's still composed expression, was so suggestive, yet it inadvertently revealed her true feelings, making her all the more adorable.

No matter how much Fu Hua tried to cover it up, after hearing Xiao Xi utter those words, he knew that at least half of what she had said before could be classified as "lies."

But since the Manas consciousness already believes that it is the truth, it can only mean that this is what it truly means in her heart.

In this way, it naturally doesn't count as lying in a certain sense.

Although recalling my utter panic at the time left me speechless, seeing the expression on the other person's face now, I felt we were even.

Su Qing'an wasn't angry; she just smiled slightly, finding it somewhat amusing.

The boy, who hadn't White Sparrow this urge to tease her in a long time, reached out and gently rubbed the little animal's soft, fluffy body with his fingers, pretending to be oblivious, and said:

"Xiao Xi wants to eat wedding candy? Then when my memories return to normal, I'll marry Hua, okay?"

He met the other person's lowered gaze and then said:

"If... she agrees."

The girl's fingertips, which were massaging White Sparrow, trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, lowered her delicate and aloof gaze, and whispered:

"OK."

She then looked up at him, her lips parting slightly:

"Let's get married."

Su Qing'an's eyelashes fluttered, his pupils trembled slightly, and he felt the emotions surging uncontrollably in his chest, as if he were constantly getting closer to the past self who genuinely loved Hua. Suddenly, he felt stunned.

[Let's get married.]

It turns out that in just a little time, a heart that has lost its memory and love can still stir up emotions as beautiful as the morning glow.

The boy's heart burned fiercely at that moment. He had clearly only wanted to tease her, but she had instead conquered him with a single sentence, breaching his defenseless fortress. He could only gently bring White Sparrow back and get down to business, abruptly changing the subject.

"Xiao Xi and I have Soul Link. If I can use that, perhaps I can recover all my past memories ahead of time."

"And now, apart from some gaps in my memory and emotions, most of my personality has been reverted to its original form."

The immortal chuckled softly, his deep, forest-like eyes shimmering with tears, then lingered on the previous topic, saying:

"That means you've regained all your memories."

"What, are you in such a hurry to marry me?"

Su Qing'an's cheeks flushed, and she was momentarily at a loss for words.

But upon reflection, perhaps... there's no need to refute it.

His desire to quickly and completely reclaim everything from the past was a genuine yearning, but his wish to mark the girl with his own mark through a wedding, to signify his possession of her, was also a desire that needed no pretense.

Why would you feel ashamed?

Why do I feel this is something that needs to be avoided?

If I'm in front of her, there's no need for pretense or concealment.

After Su Qing'an understood, she looked at the other person with clear and pure eyes and said earnestly:

"Yes, I want you to be mine."

At this moment, the girl, who had been admiring the man's reaction, suddenly fell silent. She was about to try to end this increasingly dangerous topic with a calm smile when the other person grabbed her collar, causing her to lower her head without resistance.

After that, she could only feel her lips being blocked by a jelly-like texture, her pupils reflecting the face of that person getting infinitely closer, and her mouth being completely occupied by the other person. She could only subconsciously make sounds that were almost like sobs and muffled sounds of saliva churning and rolling.

After the boy honestly recognized his own desires and the fact that there was no need to hide them, the counterattack became an extremely difficult thing.

Unlike Su Qing'an, who had previously been quite experienced in surfing the internet, Chi Yuan was exceptionally clumsy in this regard. She barely knew how to breathe, and relied on her special physique to let the other person do as they pleased, causing her body to gradually become soft and weak, leaning entirely into that person's arms.

Su Qing'an placed his hand on her back. Her slender figure made his hand feel soft yet somewhat bony. His fingertips brushed against the depression on one side of the connection between the sacrum and lumbar vertebrae in her buttocks—the Holy Vortex.

The touch caused the girl, who hadn't resisted even when she realized it, to let out a soft groan. Her long eyelashes trembled, and her previously closed eyes opened slightly as she glanced at the person with a hint of reproach or helplessness, as if indirectly confirming that the area the other person was touching was quite sensitive.

The White Sparrow fluttered its wings, looked at the two of them, tilted its head, and recalled the teachings of the older sisters from the past.

If parents start to become physically intimate, then one's own presence will become an eyesore.

In order for Xiao Fu to take it down the mountain to buy candy later, it thought for a while and then turned back into a red rope with a copper lock on it, which fell onto the boy's wrist, and began to pretend that it was not there.

Su Qing'an ended his sneak attack and looked at the person's appearance without flinching.

The girl's lips were glossy and streaked with silver, and with each soft breath, the rosy color became even more alluring. Her eyes were half-closed like a lazy cat's, and her drooping eyelashes cast a shadow in the sunlight like fans. Her expression maintained its usual indifference, but as the coral pink color gradually spread, it lost some of its coldness.

This scene is so rare, it's like a god or Buddha being dragged off a high platform, which can inadvertently arouse a sadistic desire in people.

Su Qing'an gently combed through the strands of hair on her forehead. He lightly held her slender hand, which hung limply at her sides, and massaged her fingertips as if playing with a cat's paw. He then gave a serious evaluation:

"It's very beautiful."

Fu Hua:...

After this person overcame their shyness, they became so frank and direct that it was difficult to handle.

But she used to be so easily amused.

Su Muxi didn't have any particular thoughts on this, but she secretly compared it with Su Qing'an's past personality logic and felt that the other party's emotional mechanism had not actually fully recovered.

The person may now be in a state of subtle personality deficiency, which has suddenly reversed the original 70/30 odds of winning.

But the thought that it wouldn't affect his eating good food regardless of which parent was more dominant made the child stop thinking about it and sleepily continue his nap.

How could watching someone else post something be more important than sleeping?

The girl was half-sitting in the other person's lap, not moving, letting him massage and play with her fingers, and earnestly offering her opinion:

"Could you please let me know in advance next time?"

Su Qing'an thought for a moment, finding the other party's caught-off-the-cuff reaction amusing, and answered honestly:

"Let's talk about it after we get married."