Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

"weather……"

Her delicate eyebrows drooped slightly, as if she were deep in thought, but on this particular matter, the girl was unable to provide an answer.

In her past studies, despite being a young lady, her research on virtue and other subjects was almost entirely limited to kendo. It was only because of the Homu Sword Saint that she was completely ignorant about things that ordinary girls would be interested in, such as the weather and zodiac signs.

In theory, you can just say anything for this kind of question; after all, no one expects a serious answer to a question asked in casual conversation.

Do not……

No.

absolute!

Absolutely not!

Jiang Cheng must never give a perfunctory answer to any of the questions he asks himself; this is a principle that the girl has adhered to to this day and must never break.

Perhaps it's meaningless, perhaps the boy doesn't care about occasional perfunctory responses, perhaps the only one who will scrutinize all the mistakes he makes and grasp all the problems is himself, who is absolutely harsh on himself.

It doesn't matter what it is anymore. This so-called persistence is nothing more than a rotten person trying to pretend that they are not completely rotten. In reality, the rot underneath will be exposed as soon as the wind blows.

……

"If it's difficult to give an answer, let me explain first. It's indeed impossible to give an answer when you don't know anything."

"What I'm talking about is indeed a rather obscure topic. If neither of us can answer it, it's not a problem for either of us, so please allow me to speak first."

The classic self-deprecating self-pity, the tragic past to the point that he can't even have normal communication, because he has almost never had normal communication with others and all he gets is constant denial—all of this has become all too familiar to Jiangcheng now.

He simply tapped lightly on the shelf by the roadside, the clanging sound breaking the silence—the best way to break the silence that had fallen into one side.

Of at least hundreds of options, this is the most suitable one right now.

In the past, Wilvi always took everything she said seriously, even casual jokes. She would do her best to make the girl's wishes come true. After initially not wanting to hurt the girl's feelings, she realized that she should have just denied it at that point.

Being overly serious about everything is not a good thing. This one-sided way of expressing oneself is actually the wrong approach, because one doesn't know how to respond, so one treats everything the other party says as gospel.

The result of this is that neither party dares to speak freely. What should be a conversation that is a lubricant to liven up the atmosphere and a testament to the intimacy between two people becomes something that requires careful consideration.

……

162. Raiden Mei: Jiang Cheng still doesn't see me...

Communicating with a girl who has a tragic past, a soft heart, and is also very kind, allows him to offer the best comfort without hurting anyone. Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Cheng has already fully developed this talent.

In this sense, it can also be called a hellish joke, because any girl around her would be, or at least would be, covered in wounds, and would be overwhelmed by even the slightest bit of light.

Velvi, Alicia after the revival round—both are people who require our full attention, and we cannot allow any mediocre individuals in our minds.

The only way to match and ensure that both parties contribute equally in this kind of behavior of giving everything is to devote oneself wholeheartedly.

While Raiden Mei's level of heaviness is still considered pathological for ordinary people, it seems somewhat milder compared to the previous two.

No matter how understated it may seem, it's still terrifying to ordinary people, like a yandere who escaped from a mental hospital.

never mind……

It's just a bunch of people with mental health issues.

Anyway, he's not a normal person either. Or, strictly speaking, unless you come from a wealthy family, have kind parents, and encounter only kind and gentle people, everyone has some kind of inner problems.

The so-called "fun-loving people," the so-called "fragile hearts that explode at the slightest touch," or the "six arts of a gentleman" that are going viral online—aren't they all just expressions of one's mental state?

In the information age, the bombardment of excessive junk information consumes all our time, and the changes of the times have made the education of the older generation seem outdated.

There are many reasons why this happened. At least, if he hadn't wanted to stay home and do nothing, he probably wouldn't have been chased and beaten by that dump truck.

There's a saying that people who can time travel are usually shut-ins, and even if they suddenly disappear, they won't have any impact on this world.

……

Ultimately, these are things that have already passed. Thinking about them now is less worthwhile than letting the simulations entangle our thoughts. At least simulating those things might yield some new intelligence, allowing us to consider the strategy for the next simulation.

If each simulation leaves a significant psychological impression, and even the body retains instincts that only appear in simulations, then it's necessary to rethink the overall process planning.

Although simulations are essentially about life, life is never governed by any rules, and reality is always the most immutable and unpredictable factor.

The boy took a deep breath, pondering the words he had used to comfort Wilvie in the past, and unconsciously swayed his palm slightly.

Occasionally, their fingers would reach out and sway in response to the girl's outstretched fingertips, like wind chimes hanging from the eaves, achieving a perfect touch.

"People who like heavy snow must like a comfortable life."

"Unlike rain, the sight of snowflakes falling makes you feel that the whole world has become soft and beautiful."

"People who love strong winds often have an infinite yearning for freedom and enjoy the feeling of floating in the wind."

"People who like rain must be those who want to calmly observe the waves outside, and whose inner emotions, which have nowhere to be vented, disperse with each raindrop hitting the ground and each droplet spreading out, until they finally gather in a place unknown to anyone, and become a small, clear stream again."

"If it's a sunny day..."

Jiang Cheng remained silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, revealing half of his face, which blocked the sunlight in the distance, forcing the light to scatter.

"I think……"

"—I guess he just wants to be loved."

……

The girl, still calculating the road, raised her head, the words to introduce the new road stuck in her throat—in her deep purple eyes was the boy so close to her, his profile bathed in light, even the lines of his face softened, as if he had become the sun at this moment, letting the light flow past him, his tousled hair, which had a hint of dark blue, was tinged with a touch of yellow.

It seemed as if the gods in the sky had calculated it all out, and even the halo became just right at this moment, as if the aftereffects of yesterday's drizzle had not completely dissipated, and the refracted light was just scattered by the boy onto the world.

Like the prince in fairy tales, he always rides a white horse, overcomes all difficulties and obstacles, and rescues the princess from the darkness.

No matter what kind of demon king or difficulties they may be, the prince will surely be victorious in the end, and he will surely spread the light of hope to the world.

They were simply walking normally towards the amusement park.

Even though it was just a fleeting moment when he looked up, the boy's body perfectly blocked the distant sun.

Such coincidences, if intentionally created, are not unusual. Like the illusion of divine intervention, it's just Jiang Cheng's position.

No matter how much the girl subconsciously tried to comfort herself that everything was normal, the excess emotions in her heart inevitably stirred up waves, allowing the warm sunlight to penetrate the layers of the sea and touch the cold depths.

what……

There are so many interpretations of the weather.

Free wind, comfortable snow, unrestrained rain.

If you absolutely have to find one you like, you must choose the one you want the most.

"So……"

"The one I like must be you... Sunny Day."

……

The subconscious mistake wasn't realized until she uttered a different character. Perhaps it was the illusion of the warmth of the sun and the bright light of dawn that caused Raiden Mei to unintentionally confuse Jiangcheng with Qingtian, uttering words that were almost equivalent to a confession.

Even though she corrected herself in an instant, it still made her uneasy. She bit her lip tightly, her face, which was as red as falling cherry blossoms, turned frighteningly pale, and her purplish-red eyes seemed to truly flash with thunder from the high heavens.

This lightning wasn't meant to banish evil, crush enemies, or judge everything... it was simply because the tension in his heart was too overwhelming to calm down.

Only after seeing that the boy's expression remained unchanged did she breathe a sigh of relief, allowing the little string that had been hung on the branch to fall gently to the ground.

what……

fortunately……

What followed was confusion—confusion about his inexplicable behavior and confusion about his audacity in daring to confess his feelings directly.

How could I say such a thing?

Not appropriate.

After so much time has passed, I shouldn't be so outspoken anymore.

This kind of behavior, where one can't wait to tell everyone everything, is obviously more like the kind of hot-blooded idiot with the intelligence of a paramecium.

Even if I had already developed feelings for him, like the gangster heiress in that novel, if I were to say those words now... it would definitely cause trouble for Jiang Cheng, or rather, it would only cause him trouble.

……

Jiang Cheng shielded his eyes from the sunlight with his hand, the horizontal palm creating a natural Tyndall effect that gave the light a shape, flowing out like a gentle breeze through his fingers, his voice deliberately soft.

"These statements are not very rigorous, because a three-dimensional and complex person cannot be simply summarized by one aspect."

"When you're feeling down, you look forward to snow, hoping that the snow-covered world can bring you a sense of dreamy comfort. After all, if the snow is thick enough, it won't hurt as much if you fall as it does in summer."

"When I'm feeling irritable, I look forward to a light rain. It can help me break free from all the troubles and constraints, find a quiet space, and watch the raindrops patter against the window. It's as if the surging raindrops can carry away all my emotions, and I can even transform into the rain to vent my feelings."

"When you feel overly depressed, it would be wonderful if a strong wind could come and urge you to look up at the vast world and feel the illusion of standing in the wind as if you were about to be blown away like a kite."

"Sunny days are probably a favorite type of weather for many people. As long as it's not excessively hot, no matter what mood you're in, being bathed in warm sunshine that feels like it's full of love will warm your heart."

"what……"

Raiden Mei lowered her eyebrows slightly, responding to his words cautiously. Her slender, delicate fingertips gently covered her lips, as if she were physically sealing her mouth to prevent her from uttering anything that shouldn't be said, anything unworthy to say, anything that would only cause more trouble.

Jiang Cheng is indeed a gentle person, but this gentleness is even more frightening, a fear that one day he will lose her, a fear that one day he will be abandoned.

Only when both sides give can there be peace of mind. If it is a one-sided intrusion, a one-sided rescue, a one-sided reach out, or a one-sided attempt to pull a girl who is about to fall into the abyss up, then if that hand relaxes even slightly, she will fall down at an even faster and more tragic speed, right?

To completely hand over everything to someone else, to have no leverage of one's own, and to rely solely on the time spent together to gain influence.

The person being helped should not say anything because the help was incomplete. They were the ones being saved, the ones about to fall into the abyss. What right do they have to criticize others or the ability of those who come to save them?