Blessing in Dark Blue

The boy's first reaction was that this amusement park was indeed incredibly dilapidated. You could vaguely see the technological achievements of the last era, but you could clearly feel the subtle differences in certain details.

For example, the intelligence of this little kid named himself and Hua seems not very smart.

No wonder no one comes here to visit. The Imaginary World seems to conform to this situation, and there are no NPCs to make the scene lively as in the past.

This amusement park is embodied in the form of [foam], and it remains deserted and neglected.

The girl sat on the edge of the pool, wearing a high-necked khaki wool sweater that clearly outlined her undulating curves, tapering to a slender waist, making her look quite slim. Over it, she wore a black mid-length leather coat, and a long gray pleated skirt that concealed her well-proportioned, long legs, revealing only a portion of them clearly defined by black pantyhose.

This attire reveals that the Imaginary World is in winter.

The snow fell softly like goose feathers, and a few glistening snowflakes, like fine coarse salt, landed on the girl's white beret, brushed off behind her ears, and rolled down her hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

She was surrounded by small animals in the snow, her smile gentle and tender.

Overall, it looks elegant and serene, with a subtle hint of liveliness.

Fu Hua had no reaction to this, clearly already used to the sudden change of clothes she was wearing.

For quantum alternation transmission and transformation, changing clothes is not a difficult thing.

She didn't have many thoughts about arriving at another [Foam] place. She simply followed the original scene setting, holding a piece of bread that appeared out of nowhere, and leisurely tore it into extremely small crumbs to feed the nearby white pigeons.

During this process, the pair of shiny little leather shoes obediently rested side by side on the ground, and one could vaguely see the slightly protruding bones of the ankles outlined in the pantyhose, which made one curious to follow the winding scenery above.

The girl lightly tapped the head of one of the white doves with her fingertips, tilted her head slightly, and curled her lips into a slight smile.

She understood from the previous rules that this was a scene Su Qing'an liked.

That's why you end up with bread in your hand.

The red string that had been hanging on the boy's wrist swayed, then broke off and shattered in an instant, transforming into a White Sparrow.

It stared at the man petting the pigeons, then flapped its wings unhappily, creating a miniature whirlwind that chased away a group of pigeons sharing bread, leaving only a chorus of cooing echoes. It then stood proudly on the man's delicate palm with its tiny claws.

But the moment the girl glanced at her, White Sparrow immediately looked innocent, lowered her head and rubbed against the girl's fair skin. Her adorable appearance made it impossible to scold her in any way.

The key point is that the immortal, who viewed Su Muxi through a daughterly lens, completely failed to realize that she was deliberately bullying the small animal. He simply assumed that the little girl's gluttonous nature had resurfaced, and that she was just being greedy. He immediately handed her some breadcrumbs and asked seriously:

"Does Xiao Xi want some too?"

Su Muxi thought for a moment, then, looking at the breadcrumbs that the person was holding between their fingertips, she still pecked them into her mouth all at once. She tasted the tasteless food, and in order to avoid being fed later, she tilted her little head and flew onto Fu Hua's head.

Immediately, its tiny paws seemingly carelessly moved the white beret aside, causing it to fall onto the surface of the pleated skirt.

The White Sparrow then transformed into a snowball, rolling onto her smooth, silky hair, letting the soft feathers brush against it. Her dark, round eyes blinked innocently, looking quite cunning.

The girl placed the beret on the edge of the pool, showing no reprimand for her playful act, but rather indulgently.

Su Qing'an watched from the side and felt that Xiao Xi was gradually becoming more and more unruly, but after thinking about it, she chose to pretend that she did not see it and looked at the smart car that had already circled around from a distance and arrived at the only pool with people under the automatic AI guidance, and then extended an invitation again.

"Beep beep beep, dear child, would you like to ride the White Horse Sightseeing Car?"

The boy rummaged through his pockets and found a prop that was part of the scene.

--A brand new brown leather wallet.

After examining the coins inside, he asked:

"How much?"

After regaining her experience and memories of modern life, Su Qing'an had a deep-rooted understanding of this common sense, so that even when she uttered this sentence in her Imaginary World, it seemed exceptionally natural.

The tour bus's colorful lights flashed, and the electronic voice provided the answer:

"15 per person."

The boy and Fu Hua exchanged a glance, thought for a moment, and decided that having a guide would be much more interesting than wandering around aimlessly.

Besides.

Although the use of the Heaven and Earth Qi is not sealed, using unconventional power here for a fast-paced exploration completely destroys the meaning and atmosphere of a date.

Well, without realizing it, Su Qing'an had already treated her experience in the Ephemeral World as a relaxing vacation. She had initially ignored the issue of efficiency and instead found the novelty of this kind of thing, which she could only experience much later after leaving, and felt that she should not waste it.

Therefore, the boy put the hundred-dollar bill into the container, and with a ticking sound, the seventy-dollar change quickly fell into the groove below.

But Su Qing'an had no intention of taking it back. He stretched out his palm to the girl sitting by the pool. The girl raised her eyes slightly, looked over, and then got up without hesitation.

She left the beret on the spot, her gray pleated skirt swaying slightly with each light step. Soon, she placed her slender hand in the other's palm, letting him hold it tightly. Her soft lips curved into a faint smile, moist and beautiful.

The two sat in the first row, leaning against a fixed plastic bench.

The boy's gaze lingered on her soft hair tucked behind her ears and her striking white earlobes, finally settling on her gradient pupils that seemed to shimmer with light. He was somewhat fascinated by the tranquil, forest-like color within them, but quickly lowered his eyes, his pupils reflecting her cherry-like lips adorned with cinnamon orange-brown lipstick, as if lost in thought.

So, even makeup can be restored in the mental imagery manifested by [Foam]?

However, her constitution is different from that of normal humans. Her skin is as flawless as white jade, truly a natural beauty. Most girls would not need makeup to cover up or enhance their skin's appearance; a simple touch of lipstick is enough to make her look bright and beautiful.

Just as Su Qing'an was vaguely wondering how her lips, now adorned with lipstick, differed from usual, the intelligent system ruthlessly interrupted the pleasant atmosphere.

Where do you want to go play, little one?

Fu Hua, who seemed to see through everything, concealed her ears, which were tinged with a faint blush, with her hair, and replied calmly:

"Casual."

Immediately.

This foolish AI that once troubled Seele is now troubling Fu Hua again in the Imaginary World:

Where do you want to go play, little one?

She remained silent.

"..."

Where do you want to go play, little one?

"..."

Su Qing'an looked at the scene and her lips curled slightly.

He glanced at the girl's face, which appeared even smaller against her long hair, and asked softly:

"This is my first time visiting this amusement park. Do you have any recommendations?"

Upon hearing this, the artificial intelligence, like a wind-up toy car, slowly retrieved the answer to the question and replied:

"Kids love the carousel the most!"

"Want to go play?"

Su Qing'an thought about it and realized that she had never ridden a carousel before.

--At least that's how it's described in the memories that have been recovered.

Fu Hua, on the other hand, was in the same boat. She tried to recall her memories of the Previous Civilization in Canghai City, but she still couldn't find any image of riding the carousel.

The girl glanced at the control room inside the tour bus, which was separated by reinforced glass. The time and date flashing on their own, the numbering format that could be vaguely traced from a corner of her memory, and the information revealed between the virtual screens playing sponsor advertisements, she was slightly stunned and came to the answer.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was fate.

This White Horse Amusement Park is located in Canghai City in the previous era.

--The place where I spent my short high school years and made friends.

Therefore, for Fu Hua, this amusement park is truly like the definition of "froth," merely an illusion that can never be truly touched.

Because that existed more than 50,000 years ago, in the distant past.

In today's world, and even in a more distant era, this amusement park has been almost completely abandoned.

It's a bit like acquiring a puzzle piece that can make up for regrets, placing it into a very past life, and gaining a sense of fulfillment that should have been permanently lost.

Does it matter?

No.

But if you go with this person to fill that void, you can always sense a touch of romance in it.

She was originally someone who knew nothing about emotions, and now, worn down by the years, she has become even more detached, indifferent, lifeless, and rigid.

But only in front of Su Qing'an could the immortal transcend the high walls he had built himself, and savor the sweetness of romance, a word that seemed forever out of reach.

This is like a new life breaking out of an ancient fossil, bidding farewell to the decay that should have been discarded.

Will this make me no longer myself?

Maybe so, but it doesn't matter.

Because she enjoyed it immensely.

The young girl smiled and answered:

"Okay, let's go on the carousel then."

Her fingertips, hidden in that person's palm, trembled slightly, playfully twirling.

On the nail art, which features a floral pattern and English letters as its base, a cute little blue bear looks adorable and is full of smiles.

Su Qing'an felt the cartoon nail polish brush against her skin, and her heart felt like it had been burned. Her face turned away involuntarily as she looked out at the falling snow and the silver-clad landscape. She couldn't help but purse her lips.

"Kids, sit tight! The White Horse Sightseeing Car is off!"

The tour bus, made of steel, seemed unmoved by the scene, simply playing increasingly cheerful music as it slowly made its way towards the carousel.

Five minutes later.

The two gazed at the carousel, which was surrounded by colorful lights and playing cheerful music during the day, rising and falling. Combined with the still-falling snow, the place seemed somewhat empty and desolate.

But this atmosphere was quickly broken by a smart car that, having no other customers, circled around the two of them again:

"Beep beep beep, dear child, would you like to ride the White Horse Sightseeing Car?"

The young man said quietly:

"It's so stupid."

"Did such stupid intelligence exist in the last era?"

Perhaps because his memory hadn't fully returned, he couldn't recall many of the minor details. His subconscious definition of the previous text was still in a magical era where civilian technology was extremely advanced. Naturally, such a stupid smart car couldn't represent the whole era, but it still easily made people feel disillusioned.

Fu Hua teased the White Sparrow rolling on her head with her fingertips, watching the puff of white breath she exhaled into the cold air, and replied:

"The differences between cities were still quite significant in that era."

"Take my hometown for example. Except for some details, the civilian technology there basically still uses outdated equipment from before the founding of the United Nations. Compared to what we have experienced since then, it is like a second-tier city that is about to age."

"Although this amusement park is located in the highly developed Canghai City, it's probably in a peripheral area and will likely be abandoned or rebuilt soon."

Su Qing'an was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and his memory was suddenly flooded with unfamiliar yet nostalgic details.

Endless desert, abandoned highways, advanced armored vehicles, and a remote eastern town.

The image of a bellflower crushed with dew, a girl's worried gaze, the lingering warmth of her hand being held, and her red plaid pleated skirt swaying in the autumn wind.

The refrigerator was almost overflowing with cola, the table was laden with beautifully presented dishes, and a bunch of golden roses made from ginkgo leaves.

A warm embrace on a snowy winter night, a radiant face illuminated by candlelight at a birthday party, and... the girl's vulnerability with tears blurring her vision when they met again.

The memory abruptly ended, yet it was already terrifyingly vivid, leaving one unable to recover.

The boy looked at the few remaining specks of light on the Soul Scale, and gazed back at the sky behind him, only to find that the once clear and serene scene had been reduced to a mottled and broken mess.

This is the second time.

Su Qing'an used the existence of devouring the Imaginary World for the second time to recover memories that were originally unknown and would take an unknown amount of time to recover.

Now, his memories of Fu Hua from the St. Freya era and the previous era are roughly halfway back, but that's enough for him to accumulate a deeper joy and affection than before.

The girl almost immediately noticed the change in the expressions of those around her, and she asked:

"Have your memories returned?"

Su Qing'an restrained her emotions and did not hide them:

"Um."

"I seem to be getting closer and closer to truly remembering you, Hua."

The girl almost immediately realized the implication behind the other person's words.

--The promise to marry once all memories are fully restored.

She blinked, unconsciously reaching up to tidy a strand of hair behind her ear, seemingly wanting to appear equally confident, and simply replied nonchalantly:

"I look forward to that time."

Su Qing'an saw through the undercurrents beneath that calm demeanor, and his smile grew even wider. He wanted to say something, but then he looked back to see if that clumsy, somewhat foolish smart car had completely disappeared because he had devoured a part of the Imaginary World.

"Beep beep beep, dear child, would you like to ride the White Horse Sightseeing Car?"

Almost the instant the smart car, still parked in the same spot as if trying to attract customers, was seen, that familiar repeating voice rang out again.

This time, however, the boy noticed something he had never noticed before.

On the last row of seats in the vehicle lay a brown overcoat.

Of course, as a coat, this garment seems rather small, almost like a child's style, with a bulging bottom as if it were pressing down on or covering something.

For some reason, Su Qing'an felt a slight flutter in his heart. He lowered his eyes to look at the insignificant coat, but then reached out and picked it up. The extra-full red balloon floated up lightly, like a firework blooming in his heart, giving him a wonderful sense of surprise.

The boy watched as the balloon stumbled and tumbled against the dome of the smart car, slowly rolling to the edge, then struggling to regain its freedom, rising higher and higher as if heading towards the shattered sky. His feelings were indescribable, and for some reason, he felt a sense of loss.

Su Qing'an habitually concealed the strange look in his expression. His well-defined fingers unconsciously twirled the water-stained, partially damp coat, but he didn't let go of it.

He had a hunch that the fact that he could feel emotions for things he had no recollection of could only prove that the memories he had just recovered were not only those he was truly aware of, but also those feelings he had for certain things or people.

However, since the corresponding memories were not fully restored, apart from this sense of emptiness, there was nothing left to hold onto, like a paper crane that had been torn to pieces.

"Qing'an?"

The young man glanced back at Fu Hua's increasingly aloof face against the snowy backdrop, and at the undisguised worry in her blinking eyes. He wrapped his coat around her arm, then firmly grasped her hand, and said with a smile:

"Let's go ride the carousel."

"Good."

The White Horse Eye.

This is a spokeless Ferris wheel that is a full 100 meters tall.

Because of its axisless design, the facility does not need to move around an axis. In addition, the corresponding tracks and sightseeing cable cars are all within a tightly fitted steel inner ring, making it look like a hollow ring from the outside, which is exceptionally beautiful.

Inside the cable car at this moment.

The girl turned her delicate face to the side, her soft, dark blue hair brushing against the glass. She gazed at the carousel in the distance, where a red balloon drifted up and caught her eye. Her lowered eyes seemed to be focused on something else entirely, pure and attentive.

This is a vibrant and beautiful sculpture, devoid of wisdom or self, merely a phenomenon resulting from the overlapping and extension of [records], a retrospective of Karma.

Seele Fulei's expression was earnest, her lowered gaze gentle, as if she were offering the most beautiful blessing to someone.

They were so stubborn, and so devout.