Honkai Impact 3rd, a simulator of lifelong regret!

Using the most lame excuse, even a first-time liar wouldn't do it, he deceived himself into believing that he had carefully packaged it after reading it.

That's absolutely ridiculous, isn't it?

They already knew the whole truth.

Even though its head, which had been retracted into its shell, had already been pulled out once.

They still have to pretend, feign ignorance, lie and say they don't know, deceive themselves that they feel nothing, and deceive themselves that they can still be ostriches.

Even though the black cloth obscuring her vision was already tattered, she still tried her best to focus her gaze on the still intact part. This wasn't a cloth someone else had put on her; she was simply trying to escape.

The gift box in front of him was packed by the girl herself, with every detail carefully remembered, all to give the boy the best and most perfect gift.

For this gift, the girl even spent all the money she had, endured the shopkeeper's ridicule, and suppressed the urge to retaliate.

Because the precious gift was tainted and tormented by the shopkeeper's fingers, it needed to be unpacked and repackaged—I can accept others' accusations and harm, but the boy absolutely cannot, not even if he ignorantly comes into contact with such a person.

Two fresh memories in a row, using the exact same method, took almost an hour, all to give the best gift.

How could someone with such a poor memory forget the details and not be able to see who tied the gift after seeing it again, in less than a day?

Raiden Mei finally opened the box, her slender fingertips trembling as she explored the soft ribbon. Following the familiar path, she simply pulled, and the delicate, flower-like ribbon truly blossomed like a springtime flower.

There's no room for further thought.

Even the self seems to have dissolved into the truth.

The last shred of dignity and self-restraint they had left had been shattered.

The remaining instincts, the body's instincts, the last thoughts imprinted in the muscles, drive this machine-like body to open a kaleidoscope.

—It's a photo of a shameless young girl's panties.

—It is the demeanor of a young girl who willingly uses her beauty to serve others.

—It is oneself.

……

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The disrupted thought process melted away completely, rooted in the body's instinct for self-preservation, yet no repair was made, allowing the mind to collapse.

Only the opened kaleidoscope continued to follow its original intended direction, constantly displaying the shameless girl's shy expressions of love.

It's as ridiculous as roadside garbage; no matter how much heat it gets under the sun, it only smells like trash—a naive and filthy love.

Because none of it even allowed the boy who received the gift to see it once. Even if it was only opened once, the workings of the system would be disrupted, and the pictures wouldn't be arranged as neatly as he remembered, like guards.

Jiang Cheng did not open the gift.

I can no longer deceive myself.

Perhaps he had just gotten home and casually tossed the gift into the living room.

I didn't give it a second glance, nor was I bothered to give it a second glance.

It wasn't that I chose to reject everything after seeing it all; rather, I was unwilling to even open it from the beginning, wanting everything to remain as it was when I put it in, from the first sheet, the second sheet, the third sheet, the fourth sheet...

Everything is the same, everything is the same. I flip through it again and again, watch it again and again, stubbornly and unwillingly doing meaningless things.

What's the point?

What's the point of flipping to the end?

Not a trace of his youth remained.

There is no past that has never been touched, stroked, or seen.

Raiden Mei silently flipped through the Kaleidoscope, opening all the pictures she had taken and meticulously edited, each one a shy, hopeful image of a boy who might see them.

Perhaps it was the forced calm that prevented her from acting impulsively. Because she had experienced so much, she didn't want to look at the parts about herself at all, and her mind was completely focused on Jiang Cheng—this time she saw things much more clearly than before, especially regarding the parts about Jiang Cheng.

The light that I tried to pursue and accompany, when I arrogantly and shamelessly exposed myself, turned its head away from beginning to end, without even glancing at me.

As expected, I'm prone to overthinking. I'm the only one who would send random ○ messages. Even if I wanted to get more attention in Jiangcheng, this method is just too much.

Ahhh...

There's nothing we can do about it, isn't there?

He talked about wanting to occupy a larger place in Jiang Cheng's heart and to squeeze out that unknown girl, but in reality, he couldn't find any confidence in his heart other than this inexplicable possessiveness.

Constantly bringing it up might be a way of giving myself some motivation, rather than hiding in the shadows, trembling and crouching in fear.

It seems that as long as you talk more, you can add a little courage and confidence to your empty heart, and become even more shameless and brazen.

Like so-called "common faith women," she even dares to think about such things.

Where does their confidence come from?

Where did they get the guts?

A good-for-nothing like me can't find any reason to impress Jiang Cheng. No matter where you look, there's nothing that will amaze him.

Even with constant praise, there was nothing that could capture Jiang Cheng's attention, not talent, not even courage.

If I can't make use of this body, I'm afraid I'll be deemed too useless and might be thrown away like trash at any time.

Even knowing that Jiang Cheng wouldn't, even though Jiang Cheng said a thousand times that he was capable, he still couldn't feel any sense of security until he could find out where he had any value to be used. Every heartbeat felt like dancing on the edge of a cliff. If the boy showed even the slightest hint of dislike, he would be kicked off the cliff and fall to his death.

Even though she knew it was fake, and that the boy's praise was just polite, she still felt joy and couldn't help but be happy.

Perhaps it's out of wishful thinking that they fantasize that even if they are incompetent, they can still be noticed by an outstanding person of the opposite sex who suddenly appears out of nowhere, just like the protagonist of a light novel.

Even if the final destination is the trash can, at least leave a more impression before being thrown in, so that Jiang Cheng can take a good look at it, right?

But this is just a fantasy. How could the story of a light novel possibly happen in reality? How could someone who is exceptionally intelligent, aloof, and only kind to you suddenly appear in real life?

Having transferred here unexpectedly, I need to show the campus to myself. I have a high level of knowledge, but not much understanding of daily life.

Even if such a thing really happened, and a dreamlike story really unfolded, how could people from two different worlds possibly come together?

Jiang Cheng didn't care about the gifts at all; he didn't look at any of them, and he wasn't even willing to open them.

My feelings haven't even been seen by anyone!

Obviously...

It's clearly just a small benefit.

I've already acted so despicably.

……

The contrast between going from heaven to hell, from light to darkness, is enough to drive anyone in the world crazy, yet it has now befallen an ordinary girl who has never received any inhuman education.

Darkness is not dark if one has never seen the light.

Loneliness is not despair, if there is no close friend to talk to.

If you've never seen the sky or experienced the feeling of soaring freely, then living in a cage for your entire life is acceptable.

But after obtaining it, he took it back. Just when he thought he could possess it and tried every means to catch it, like a cat trying to catch a mouse, tiptoeing and carefully following behind, ready to slap it with its big hand, he was told that the mouse never belonged to him, and what he had now was just a shadow.

Intense resentment is an emotion that arises instinctively; it may be anger, sadness, dissatisfaction, or self-loathing.

They were angry at being given hope only to have it taken away as if they had been played, saddened by the bleak reality, and dissatisfied with being treated as if they were being manipulated at will.

Furthermore, because of the emotions that arise when facing the truth after releasing oneself, and the utter disgust of the snake, which is like that of the snake in the story of Mr. Dongguo and the snake, all of these ultimately converge into regret and bitter resentment.

But this is also normal.

No?

It's just a cockroach that everyone hates.

She was merely the descendant of a sinner, the offspring of a swindler, and the daughter of a financial fraudster.

Someone who knows nothing, is incompetent in everything, and whose swordsmanship has been neglected since Father left, how could he possibly deserve someone's gentleness? Maintaining a facade of gentleness and offering comfort and praise when someone is sad is an experience he wouldn't even dare to dream of.

They are just selfish and arrogant, wanting to get more, and they insist on tearing down the surface of gentleness, harmony, and beauty to reveal the cruel truth.

It's not normal for someone who doesn't even know their own position to be like a broken kite full of holes, without even a frame. They're praised a couple of times and then they're sent flying, riding the wind, but they don't know how to keep their position. In the end, they end up falling to the ground in a miserable state.

what……

normal……

normal……

It should be perfectly normal.

Why...why do I feel like crying so much?

Tears blurred the kaleidoscope, magnifying and distorting the scene in the picture, as if a deity were taking pleasure in it, deliberately directing the tears to the most shameless part, where a touch of purple was clearly displayed—the part that the girl had once been dissatisfied with, never expecting the gift to be rejected, and thus arrogantly hoping to exchange it for an even more erotic style.

[Will my panties satisfy Jiang Cheng?]

[Can you suppress the unknown girl in the boy's heart?]

The style of these panties... is rather plain.

[There's no lace or openwork; it's just the simplest style, and even the color is quite ordinary. Among all the designs, only pure white seems a bit plain. Hopefully, it won't disappoint Jiang Cheng.]

At that time, the irrationality had even reached the point where they wanted to suppress the truly outstanding girls who could remain in the hearts of excellent young men.

Looking back, I even feel ashamed—not ashamed of my actions, but ashamed of my arrogance.

Perhaps it was a deliberate attempt to awaken that self-righteous idea, those lingering memories, to prove to the girl that even if she abandoned everything, trampling her dignity and face underfoot, she still couldn't gain the boy's slightest attention.

Sunshine is sunshine.

Sunlight that cannot be chased or explored.

Even if one has the illusion that the moment of being illuminated can last forever, one will eventually realize one's foolishness when night falls and one is alone in the cold sewer, feeling the chill in the wind.

How could the sun shine on a trash can?