Chapter 1629

Shitou Yulong paused, and whenever he mentioned "harmony," his expression became more solemn than before: "The family's current relationship with the company… and even the entire cosmos is quite good, but it is precisely this harmonious facade that most easily breeds danger."

"Just on Pinokangni, Xingqiri appeared—someone who harbors ill will toward harmony. I have no doubt that within the family's main house, there are even more extreme and dangerous existences than him, brewing something terrible."

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"…Hey hey, don't write so hastily!"

"Slow down, let the words settle." Dan Heng said, "We have plenty of time."

"…Mm."

Xing slowed his writing speed, slowly narrating.

"…In Wengfaluo Si's month of mourning (November), all conflicts on earth will cease; on the eleventh day and night of the month of mourning, the departed will part, the living will embrace, snowflakes will fall, bonfires will rise, illuminating every compassionate heart."

"It sounds heavy, right? But on this day, laughter far outweighs weeping. For people understand, parting is for the next reunion, sorrow is to love better. So, this is her favorite day of the year."

"Under the same sky, eight lunar waxings and wanings, thirteen heroes jointly composed an epic—one, plus eight, plus thirteen, yields the number two 'elevens'."

San Yue Qi reminded: "The following content, written in Xilian Miss's tone, would the texture be better?"

Dan Heng nodded: "Agreed."

Another author♪ softly said: "Then, add another 'one'—a 'one' unlike before, a 'one' of pioneering forward♪"

"I made a wish: on the twelfth day of November, thirteen heroes will scatter every fire seed ignited in thirty million lives among the stars… and afterward, those who know this story, when gazing at the galaxy, will astonishedly discover: the heavens' stars are gilded pink, and thirteen seconds later, this radiant glow will slowly fade."

"How romantic yet puzzling a sight this is."

"But it's fine. They will keep this doubt in their hearts, constantly pondering… pondering what is 'true self.' They will love, they will be hurt… they will rage, they will, amidst thirty million helplessness, stitch again and again the shattered heart."

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Honkai 3.

"November eleventh, this day is Ai Li's birthday."

Upon hearing the two "elevens," Eden immediately realized Xilian's favorite day of the year coincidentally matched Ai Li's birthday.

"Oh dear~my good Eden, you actually remember someone's birthday this clearly, truly making one's heart race♪"

Ai Li counted the days until November eleventh, the distance to her birthday still remaining, making her unable to help feeling curious and expectant: the day Xilian values most, does it contain some surprise?

"November eleventh, on my birthday, will something happen?"

"Oh? What are you looking forward to, Ai Li?" Eden asked with a smile.

"Mm…" Ailixiya blinked, "For instance, everyone on Wengfaluo Si gaining life, becoming tangible, then beginning a new life?"

"Aglaea runs her own weaving workshop, Sai Feier Miss no longer needs to be a thief, can jointly run the workshop with Aya, learn a craft. Na Ke Xia can go to the Graduate School of Knowledge to find Professor Lai Te Ao, study knowledge beyond Wengfaluo Si, speaking of… will those Titans still exist? For instance, Gnai Nu Si, Ka Lu Pu Suo, and Xia Die's younger sister?"

"Even if they exist, I think Ka Lu Pu Suo won't continue to reside in Na Ke Xia's mind in a similar 'ghost' form." Eden speculated, "If Xia Die's younger sister can likewise possess life, that would be good—at least these two sisters can live together outside the Underworld. However, I'm curious what life that girl would choose without the 'death on touch' ability."

"Oh oh! I know this!" Patrick excitedly raised his hand, "I seem to recall Xia Die especially likes Wengfaluo Si's wild histories, the wilder the better. Moreover, she will write some novels… like that? Estimated that after Wengfaluo Si and the universe interact, once she learns more secrets of the cosmos' star gods, she will probably write some… extremely wild novels?"

"Very… wild? How wild?" Eden couldn't help but laugh, "As wild as the few books Xing found in Shenwushu Ting, 'My Professor Cannot Possibly Be This Shy' and 'Forbidden Love: Tree and Butterfly'? From those two books I discovered, Wengfaluo Si people merely appear backward, but in literature… they are certainly not behind these Xianzhou civilizations."

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"…But remember: the Trailblazer is a journey of continual loss. Perhaps pain will be many, but we have never been alone. They will understand loss, ultimately… choosing loss."

"They will dedicate their hearts to this world, to each traveling companion, receive others' hearts, and pass them on."

"As many souls as this world holds, so many 'true selves,' so many 'first causes of life,' it will never yield a single answer—not even 'love'."

"But. When people gaze at the night sky, with the resolve to praise the stars, loving all that is fading—I hope to tell them with that tender pink, 'Love' will always receive a response."

"This is a story telling of 'love,' and also of how to respond to 'love.' And whether what we have already written, or what you will write in the future… all are destined to be a different-from-before romantic story."

"You also think this way, right♪"

Xing smiled faintly, continuing to write the story's romantic ending with the pen in hand.

"…And a romantic story ought to have a fulfilling, yet boundlessly imaginative ending. When clues and context are all gathered, and the weight of the pen is no longer constrained…"

"…Then let loose the conviction of 'pioneering,' and splash the purest 'whimsical painting' with a '.'!"