Imaginary World, the Last Lover.

The sky, devoid of the sun, hung high above, its surface cracked like frost and snow on the window sill.

The faint light pierced through the intricate, crisscrossing patterns and gently fell.

Su Qing'an's feet plunged into the shimmering sea. The cool waves, rising in pure white foam, swept outwards from afar, brushing against his skin, eventually skimming over the rocks and crashing against the shore, creating echoes. The foam shattered into water droplets that rose high and then drooped limply, yielding to the tides, endlessly repeating the cycle.

The boy stared blankly ahead. Ahead was an old, giant cruise ship laden with flowers. It swayed and sailed towards him on the sea, its surface rippling in the dim light, against the backdrop of distant snow-capped mountains. Large flocks of seabirds, whose species he could not identify, circled and flew around it.

The whale's dorsal fin breaks through the surface of the sea, then dives back down, creating overlapping white waves.

The cruise ship's whistle resounded, colliding with its long, drawn-out melody in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, shattering into scattered fragments that rose and fell through an invisible medium, lingering for a long time.

Su Qing'an lowered her eyes, gazing at her shattered reflection swaying in the water, feeling somewhat dazed.

That was... myself at 17.

Not the boy who was reverted to the age of 13.

The boy scooped up a handful of Seawater, causing ripples to spread.

He looked up at the approaching cruise ship, and his mind could sense that the person who should have been beside him was right there.

Su Qing'an didn't have time to ponder the strangeness of this place or the reason for her own change. The Heaven and Earth Qi silently parted the tides and waves around her, and with her bare feet stepping on the foam that dissipated in mid-air, she leaped into the cruise ship. Standing on the deck, she looked at the scenery inside and was speechless for a moment.

Countless bouquets were piled up and bloomed freely, spreading out on the deck like a carpet, filling the air with fragrance.

This is a sea that exists in all four seasons.

But what really caught the eye was the figure sitting amidst the soft petals, seemingly being surrounded by them.

The girl wore a white dress that swayed in the sea breeze, which contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. Her bare toes touched the stamens of tulips, and her manicured nails were a very pale pink.

Her slender fingers held a blooming, vibrant Tumi flower, its pure white color complementing her skin. Her blue eyes, so serene in the dim light, reflected the shimmering sea and the soaring seabirds, as if they would never look away.

Suddenly, Su Qing'an felt that the girl in front of her was like a sacred snow mountain, and only the gradually changing pure white sky and the broken sky, as well as the sea that hides whales, were worthy of matching her.

But... that doesn't seem like her at all.

"Magnificent?"

The girl did not respond. She was so vibrant and beautiful, yet she seemed like a dead statue, unable to be swayed by the words of those around her.

Su Qing'an walked in silently and sat down beside her, feeling her breath so close to his and the slightly cool temperature in the sea breeze. He reached out and smoothed her wind-blown hair, his fingertips tracing her skin. His dark eyes met hers, but he was met with her continued staring blankly ahead and blinking naturally every dozen breaths.

The boy remained silent.

The world distorted in this [Personal Record] is completely different from the Fu Hua's memory. It seems that due to her arrival, it has become an Imaginary World that ignores the original historical logic.

Imaginary World formed autonomously by recording the information within his memory in conjunction with his existence.

The reasons for this judgment are her restored original body, the sea near St. Freya Island, the cruise ship that sails to the academy laden with flowers every blooming season, and... the incredibly familiar academy ahead.

The girl beside him was Hua.

She is both the Hua of the Imaginary World and the Hua brought from the real world.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the Manas consciousness would recognize this as the Chi Yuan, and why soul observation could also provide the answer that the other party was not a fake.

Therefore, Su Qing'an can probably draw a conclusion.

Upon its arrival, this World Bubble and the tributary of the Sea of Quantum underwent an unknown expansion and tremendous change due to autonomous alteration and distortion. This indirectly caused a mutation in the rate at which quantum interactions were completed.

Su Qing'an, whose essence is an ascended life form, naturally wouldn't be affected in any way, but the Immortal Chi Yuan was forced to embark on the path.

But the girl had once entered the Manas consciousness and was a powerful Fusion Warrior. Her quantum interaction was not like that of ordinary people, which could only be stopped or broken by changes in the environment. With the passage of time, it would eventually be forcibly brought back on track by her own corrective power and completely restored to its original state.

According to the judgment of the Manas consciousness, this time will not be very long.

Overall, there doesn't seem to be too much to worry about.

Su Qing'an sorted out her thoughts and understood the current situation.

This World Bubble, enclosed by a tributary of the Sea of Quantum, is essentially an illusion and a paradox created by the interference of [Personal Record].

My arrival has caused even more uncontrollable [Personal Record] to flood into this place. Therefore, the apocalyptic scene that should have existed in the original historical trajectory, with a large number of demons and the remains of other civilizations, has been covered by the Imaginary World under the interference of the new [Personal Record].

It's like adding an effervescent tablet to soda; you have to skim off the excess foam to truly enjoy the original flavor.

At this moment, the Imaginary World is nothing but foam that must be skimmed off.

So the current problem is how to skim off the foam, and... how much foam will remain?

Should we try to destroy it completely?

This method is direct and effective.

Assuming that [Stigmata] can still be used, achieving this seems not difficult.

However... since Fu Hua's quantum interaction is still ongoing, shattering this world might cause other unforeseen events. To avoid any potential risks, Su Qing'an decided to temporarily abandon the idea.

Moreover, after such a change, it is now unknown whether the flow of time inside and outside will still be determined by the length of time one stays here.

In fact, the boy could vaguely sense that this place was like a dream within a timeline that could evaporate at any moment, so illusory that the passage of time within it had lost its meaning.

Since we have lost concern about the passage of time in the outside world and have no other choice, we can only wait patiently.

Su Qing'an sat with him amidst the soft blossoms, gazing at the distant mountains and the nearby sea. Memories in his mind slowly boiled in the cool breeze, as if something fresh and unfamiliar was swimming in the ocean of his consciousness, yearning to surface.

Perhaps it's the disorder that's too close to [Personal Record], or maybe it's just some kind of stimulation from truly seeing St. Freya Academy.

One by one, the round beads fell from the other end of the scale, scattering into thousands of points of light that fell among the [thoughts].

The place that I only had vague memories of the St. Freya Academy seems to have turned a bright page, clearing away the fog that covered those treasures that were like dust, revealing their true appearance.

Headmaster Theresa, Kiana, Mei, Bronya Himeko, Teacher Shara, Satou Yunona, and... Fu Hua.

The boy paused for a moment, but quickly processed this memory that had regressed to the very beginning. He murmured in confusion:

"It's recovered? Why?"

Recovering memories is certainly a good thing, but when Hua is in a semi-static state, the Manas consciousness does not have the opportunity to be stimulated by the other person's emotions to restore the rate of [thought].

Moreover, the extent of the recovery this time is far greater than before.

The red string on Su Qing'an's wrist swayed, quickly transforming into a White Sparrow that flew to the girl's head. Tilting its head, it said:

"Xiao Su, look behind you."

Upon hearing this, Su Qing'an looked back and discovered that the snow-white mountain range that had seemed to be based on Mount Taixu had been completely erased, leaving nothing but an endless sea stretching to the unknown horizon.

As this Imaginary World regained its memories, it seemed as if a part of it was missing, as if in comparison.

To consider this a coincidence would be far-fetched.

The Manas consciousness can be stimulated to accelerate regression by experiencing positive emotions towards itself.

It's not surprising that what is essentially Imaginary World reflected by the overlap of Personal Record, which is unconsciously absorbed to reach the same result.

Moreover, if that's the case, it seems I've found a way to leave this place without lifting a finger.

Only...

Based on the completeness of the memory recovery, it seems that a large number of memories related to St. Freya have begun to return.

If we consider that the current Imaginary World is an area centered around the St. Freya Academy, it's hard not to draw a conclusion that it's related to it.

If we were to completely shatter this world, we could likely arrive at a definitive answer.

However, in order to avoid interrupting his wife's progress, Su Qing'an did not choose to follow his previous innate instinct to absorb the world, and had to start to fight against this subtle, subconscious instinct.

After finishing his contemplation, the boy gazed silently at the White Sparrow that had begun fighting with the seabirds in the distance.

When did my little darling start developing this bad habit of bullying small animals?

He tried to strike up a conversation with the child:

Why did you beat up the seagull?

A tiny, adorable White Sparrow perched atop a sad-looking seagull, its tiny claws gripping the seagull's feathers. No matter how the seagull resisted, the sparrow remained firmly seated, like a majestic little general riding a horse.

Upon hearing this, Su Muxi blinked and said earnestly:

"Because seagulls are bad guys."

Su Qing'an thought for a moment. Her restored memories hadn't yet reached the point where Little Feather had developed sentience, and she knew absolutely nothing about the child's past grievances with the seagulls. Therefore, she could only ask:

"Has Xiao Xi ever been bullied by seagulls before?"

The White Sparrow tilted its head, then switched to bullying a seagull, and replied:

"No."

"I'm very capable, I won't let this clumsy bird bully me."

Having never witnessed the other party reigning supreme in the forests of Mount Taixu, Su Qing'an was utterly perplexed by this behavior. He asked:

"Then why do you think seagulls are bad?"

Without hesitation, Su Muxi honestly replied:

"Because the seagulls bullied Seele. I was the one who helped her protect the food from them back then."

Upon hearing this, before any emotion could even form, a strange sense of confusion and blankness overwhelmed the boy, making it difficult for him to respond to the answer.

Seele? That's a name I've never heard of...

After blurting it out, White Sparrow became a little guilty. She stopped bullying the seagulls, which were essentially just bubbles, and instead obediently nestled in Su Qing'an's palm, rubbing against his tiger's mouth. Then, she blinked and transformed into a little girl, curling up in the boy's arms, quietly watching the unchanging scenery with him.

The cruise ship moved forward silently, as if following a predetermined course.

As Su Qing'an gazed at the approaching St. Freya Academy, her thoughts grew increasingly complex.

Even if there are no familiar faces inside, these buildings themselves are enough to evoke many memories of the past.

Especially now, as these memories have just been fully revisited.

The boy felt the softness and weight in his arms, yet his lips curled slightly.

What would be the reaction of Himeko and Headmaster Theresa if they saw Xiao Xi?

I imagine they'd be both panicked and overjoyed.

Himeko will probably abuse her power to create a toy house in the academy that kids her age would like, and she might also make sure the headmaster doesn't slack off so she can leave work early and go play with Xiao Xi sooner.

That person really likes children, so he might be able to resist the urge to drink in front of Xiao Xi.

The headmaster might be a bit more childish and less accepting, but will quickly grow to like the child. It's likely that eventually, the headmaster will shower the child with a bunch of HOMU toys and merchandise, and might even act more mature and adult-like.

As for the rest of the people, they will probably be very welcoming.

Kiana will try her best to be gentle, Bronya can be a playmate, Yuno will use her powers to cheat and conjure flowers as magic, Mei seems to know how to take care of children...

Su Qing'an's thoughts came to an abrupt halt with the sound of the cruise ship's whistle. He snapped back to reality and looked towards the academy, which was now almost within reach.

The cruise ship's mission has come to an end.

The flowers that should have been given to the young girls lay forlornly on the deck, untouched by anyone.

A strong wind blew, and some scattered petals, no longer bound by branches and leaves, were swept into the air and then fell into the surging tide and white foam, drifting slowly in the dim light.

Su Qing'an looked at the girl who remained unmoved, wrapped his arms around her knees and armpits, and felt his fingertips sinking into her soft flesh and the cool smoothness of her skin. Here, his near-adult body made his mind restless.

As you gently lift it up, the Little Feather transforms back into the red string, hanging on your wrist.

Although he didn't intend to suppress these thoughts, he clearly wouldn't do anything bad under these circumstances.

Su Qing'an lowered her eyes to look at the Tumi flower were falling onto the deck with her movements. For some unknown reason, she used the Heaven and Earth Qi to gather a handful of Tumi flower on the deck and let them fall onto the chest of the person in her arms.

The girl's cool and aloof expression remained unchanged, but the reflection in her pupils shifted from mountains and seas to a person's face. A vast Tumi flower and white skirts intertwined to create a picture of pure desire. Her well-proportioned and slender legs swayed slightly as she stood up, and the protruding bones at her ankles, revealed by her toes, aroused a desire to touch them.

Su Qing'an met the man's calm gaze, and her lips parted slightly:

"It's very beautiful."

"Let's go, Hua."

He only regained his memories of his first martial arts training at the St. Freya Academy; everything after that remained a blur.

I wonder if I'll get the answers to these questions later.

The young man, carrying a beautiful woman who seemed as still as a fool, walked along the edge of the vast island. His steps were unhurried, letting the wind blow the wisps of hair on his forehead and the hem of her white dress.

St. Freya Academy is actually surprisingly large.

The outer ring road alone, devoid of buildings, is enough to keep one exploring for a long time.

Su Qing'an hadn't been back here for a long time, and the passage of time here was unrelated to changes in the outside world. Naturally, he had the patience to stroll slowly and leisurely, to reminisce about this place that had occupied a place in his life.

Naturally, the first place the boy visited was a shop that was somewhat vague in his memory.

This is a building near the island's coastline, bathed in dappled sunlight that casts a glow on the sign that reads "Coffee Shop."

A wind chime hangs by the door regardless of season or weather, its swaying sound mingling with the gentle lapping of waves against the rocks, creating a sound that is both distant and ethereal.

Almost out of control, one of the cylinders fell back onto the scales.

The related memories were thus fully restored.

Su Qing'an recalled that it was Himeko who initially made the request to him. It seemed that because he was very efficient and thorough in completing his schoolwork, and his usual recreational activities were so boring that she, as his elder, couldn't stand it. So, in order to help him balance work and rest, she applied for the shop.

After that, during her more leisure time at the St. Freya Academy, she would often run this coffee shop. Her friends and the girls at the academy gradually got used to spending some time there. Kiana would also occasionally come over to help out, just like she used to do in Changkong City.

Looking back now, it was an experience that still lingers with a subtle, pleasant aftertaste.

Su Qing'an glanced at the cruise ship that had been erased behind him, silently used the Heaven and Earth Qi to open the door, and walked into the room that evoked nostalgia. He placed the person in his arms on a chair, where a few sprigs of Tumi flower drooped from the hem of her skirt to the ground, the Seawater staining the wooden floor with vivid colors.

The girl's eyes blinked suddenly, and the blue within them, like ink spreading out, gained a captivating ripple.

The quantum interaction ended there, and she regained consciousness.

Su Qing'an met the man's eyes, picked up a flower from the floor, and asked with a smile:

"Hua, do you know the meaning of the Tumi flower?"

The boy didn't give her time to answer, but instead nibbled at her soft lips, giving her a long, lingering kiss. His dark eyes were lowered, and he murmured with certainty:

"She was my last love."