Honkai Impact 3rd: Catching the Herrscher of Sentience at the Start

"Uh… I love you, Fu Shi~"

This simple and heartfelt sentence swept over Fu Shi's heart like a spring breeze rippling across a lake, stirring waves of emotion.

Her lips slowly curled into a smile, her eyes shining with joy as she unhesitatingly wrapped her arms tightly around Fu Lin's neck and replied,

"I love you too, Fu Lin!"

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The next morning, in the consciousness space, Fu Lin had a pale face, powerless eyes, hollow pupils, and slightly pursed pale lips.

After a long time, Fu Lin slowly curled his lips into a smile, as if using up all his strength, and weakly murmured,

"Sometimes, I often fall into deep thought—what is the purpose of life? Is it for money? Can endless wealth fill the emptiness deep within? Is it for love...

Are these things truly important to us? Perhaps this is not a question with an absolute answer.

Maybe at certain moments, they seem extremely important, but in other situations, they feel as light as a feather. Maybe we should spend more time and energy exploring the mysteries of the universe, of the Earth…"

Meanwhile, outside the consciousness space, sunlight streamed into the room through the window, soft and warm. Fu Shi slowly woke up, a healthy flush on her face, like a ripe apple.

Then she sat up, stretched lazily with satisfaction, yawned loudly, and stretched again comfortably, as if her whole body relaxed.

She murmured,

"So doing that kind of thing feels this good~"

Then, as if recalling something, Fu Shi turned her head and her gaze fell on Fu Hua, who was still asleep beside her. She was surprised and muttered in her heart,

'Huh? Normally old antique is already up by now—why is she still asleep today?'

Fu Hua had her eyes tightly shut, her breathing steady and even. However, when Fu Shi moved closer to observe, she noticed a deep shadow under Fu Hua's eyes.

At that moment, Fu Hua's eyelids twitched slightly and she slowly opened her eyes, still a bit dazed, and said with a hint of weariness,

"Fu Shi?"

Fu Shi reached out to touch Fu Hua's forehead and asked worriedly,

"Old antique, when did you give yourself such panda eyes? Didn't sleep well last night?"

Upon hearing Fu Shi's words, Fu Hua slightly furrowed her brows, gently rubbed the center of her forehead, and spoke in a calm tone, though tinged with helplessness,

"Because you were talking in your sleep all night—sometimes calling 'Fu Lin', then shouting 'hurry up'—I couldn't get any decent sleep. It wasn't quiet until after five in the morning."

Hearing Fu Hua's complaint, Fu Shi's face turned instantly red. Her already rosy complexion now looked like burning clouds.

Flustered, Fu Shi waved her hands in panic, trying to hide her embarrassment and awkwardness, and hurriedly argued,

"Aiya! Old antique, don't talk nonsense! I… I just missed Fu Lin too much.

Last night I finally dreamed of him, of course I had to grab the chance to talk with him more. I even told him to hurry back after he finishes his tasks!"

While Fu Shi was desperately trying to explain, Fu Hua calmly got up, picked up the clothes placed beside the bed, gave them a gentle shake, and then put them on.

Maybe because of the poor sleep last night, she yawned from time to time. Her lazy demeanor stood in stark contrast to her usual stern and serious image.

Finally, Fu Hua looked at Fu Shi, who was already dressed. Her gaze was calm as water, and she simply replied softly before falling silent and turning to tidy up the messy bed in an orderly manner.

However, as she was tidying the bed, she inadvertently noticed the area where Fu Shi had lain—it was clearly darker in color compared to the surrounding area.

Fu Hua slightly furrowed her brows, turned around, and asked Fu Shi in a puzzled tone,

"Fu Shi, did you... wet the bed last night?"

Hearing this, Fu Shi jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, face flushed, and loudly retorted, "I didn't wet the bed! I'm not a child anymore, how could I wet the bed?!"

As she spoke, she glared at Fu Hua angrily, as if gravely insulted.

Fu Hua wasn't angered by Fu Shi's intense reaction. Instead, she pointed calmly at the dark stain and asked again, "Then this stain is…"

Fu Shi quickly stepped forward to check. When she saw the clearly visible wet mark on the white sheet, and recalled everything that had happened last night, realization dawned.

She immediately snatched the soiled sheet from Fu Hua's hands, clutched it tightly, and stammered,

"It's sweat! It was too hot last night, so I sweated a lot. I... I'll wash it myself, no need to trouble you!"

With that, Fu Shi ran off clutching the sheet like a startled kitten.

Fu Hua watched Fu Shi's retreating figure with a trace of surprise in her eyes, slightly frowned, and muttered to herself, "What's going on with Fu Shi?"

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In the following days, every time Fu Hua saw the wet stain on the sheets in the morning, her worry deepened.

Until one morning, unable to bear the concern any longer, Fu Hua finally asked,

"Fu Shi, tell me the truth. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Upon hearing her concern, Fu Shi was momentarily stunned, then forced a stiff smile and quickly waved her hands,

"Nope, old antique, I'm fine—really, I couldn't be any better!"

Fu Hua gently shook her head, her elegant brows knit together, and said in an unusually serious tone,

"Fu Shi, stop pretending. This has been happening for several days. You talk in your sleep every night, and you sweat a lot too.

No matter what, I'm taking you to the infirmary for a full check-up."

Seeing Fu Hua's determined attitude, Fu Shi hurriedly reached out to stop her and exclaimed anxiously,

"Aiya, wait wait wait! Old antique, I swear, there's absolutely nothing wrong with my body! Really, there's no need for a check-up!"

Despite Fu Shi's adamant protests, Fu Hua remained unmoved. After requesting a day off from Theresa, she unhesitatingly took Fu Shi by the hand and headed to the infirmary.

Along the way, Fu Hua couldn't stop talking, like a box that had been opened,

"We'll know if there's anything wrong after the check-up!"

As for Fu Shi trailing behind, her expression gradually turned helpless. In the end, she gave in with a sigh,

"Fine, you win. Let's go get checked!"

But deep down she muttered,

'Looks like I'll have to space out those fun times with Fu Lin every few days. Otherwise, the old antique keeps worrying and nagging—seriously unbearable.'

If Fu Lin, in the consciousness space, knew that the reason Fu Shi would reduce her "pressure" on him was because of this, he'd probably be moved to tears, kowtow to Fu Hua in gratitude, and call her a great benefactor who rescues the suffering!

However, after Fu Shi reluctantly finished all the tests, the results turned out to be delightful—her body was in excellent health.

This news finally relieved Fu Hua's constant worry. The heavy weight in her heart was lifted.

But the water stains found every morning still puzzled Fu Hua, so she decided to consult the doctor.

After hearing the explanation, Fu Hua's fair face suddenly blushed. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to look at Fu Shi standing behind her, who was staring upward and refusing to meet her gaze.

"So the water stains on the bed were actually Fu Shi's…"

Fu Shi quickly stepped forward to cover Fu Hua's mouth, her face slightly flushed, and said,

"Don't say it out loud, old antique!"