Fu Hua's father, as a man who had practiced martial arts for decades, was naturally extremely observant.
At the very least, compared to Hua, who was only fifteen this year, he must be able to notice and see more of the inner truth.
For example: the "Hua" in front of him—the sense of vicissitudes in her eyes that couldn't be erased.
At that moment, Fu Hua's father felt very strange.
The person in front of him was indeed his daughter.
He was very sure of that.
But even though he clearly felt that the closeness of blood was thicker than water, he strangely felt... as if he was facing... how should he say it?
An "elderly senior" of a generation below him.
Yes, it was a very strange and contradictory feeling.
So much so—
"You—"
Fu Hua's father looked at the hospital nurse uniform his daughter was wearing.
A strange place, even more so.
There was no helping it. After all, he was just an ordinary man.
Even if you study martial arts for decades, if you meet a dead soldier, you'll still get injured and hospitalized.
Knowledge and strength were only at the level of ordinary people.
Not transcendental.
But still—
"Come and sit."
The middle-aged man still showed a kind smile on his face.
He had clearly seen something.
But... just because he was a father, he said nothing.
On the other hand, Fu Hua—
"I..."
She was still a little hesitant.
Xiao Shi had just dragged her in, and after unconsciously blurting out the words about returning home, she began to hesitate again as soon as the emotions passed.
Fortunately, at this very moment—
"Old antique, if you're going to be such a fuss, I'll come back and make trouble!"
In her mind, Xiao Shi's "threatening" words faintly sounded, almost making her grit her teeth.
"Sit down... immediately. You can either talk about it yourself slowly, or I'll just greet our dad directly with 'Hado Chen'..."
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Suddenly there were two small padded cotton jackets, but one was icy cold and wouldn't melt, and the other had a leaky base.
"Tsk~"
Xiao Shi was stunned.
Of course, she was deliberately saying angry words to scare her.
Maybe Fu Hua could see through her intentions at a glance.
But with that push—
"In any case, no matter how stupid you are or how little you believe in yourself, you should still believe in our dad."
"I'll only say this much, the rest is up to you."
Having said that, Xiao Shi didn't say anything extra.
But as for Fu Hua—
It must be said that after being pushed in the stupidest yet most direct way by Xiao Shi, her originally entangled heart was finally eased quite a bit.
So, after having paused in place for far too long, after many years of absence, for the first time—
She stepped forward, of her own will.
No longer led by anything external.
The purest of all.
"Dad."
She arrived at her father's hospital bed and slowly sat down.
Then—
"I want to tell you a little long story."
Fu Hua was a bit shy and broke her usual demeanor, speaking nervously.
Seeing her like that—
"All right, I'll listen."
Father Hua smiled. "There's always time to chat with my good daughter."
Hearing this, Fu Hua also smiled.
On this day, after long years, his daughter—who was over 50,000 years old—
Once again had someone she could complain to without restraint.
His name: Father.
He is the "harbor of the soul."
At the same time, atop another building across the street—in the inpatient department building of Chancheng First People's Hospital.
"That's pretty nice, isn't it?"
Ling Ke stood at the edge of the rooftop... he seemed to be increasingly fond of this kind of position where he could climb high and gaze far.
However, at this moment, he wasn't here alone.
Next to him stood another person.
Kevin Kaslana.
This white-haired young man (?), who, like Fu Hua, was also a "returner," had already gone to North America to meet that teenage boy who loved superheroes... and that boy's childhood sweetheart.
Although he didn't fully reveal Mei's plan to the other two, he did disclose everything about "Honkai."
But even the most superficial information was enough to attract the "light chasers" of the future.
In short, several more comrades had joined the World Serpent.
And now, Kevin had come to China alone, originally intending to follow Mei's action plan and first contact Hua's father to explain the situation.
But he hadn't expected Ling Ke to stop him directly and suddenly appear on the road alone.
Today, apparently—
"Yes."
With Kevin's vision, even across a wide street, he could clearly see everything inside the ward on the opposite side through the window!
How long had it been?
How long since he saw that gray-haired girl (?), that comrade... smile?
Perhaps she had already smiled before.
But that heartfelt smile of true joy—
Looking at it now—
"That really is nice."
Kevin said what he felt.
Then, he glanced sideways at Ling Ke. "You—"
"Wasn't this a little unexpected?"
Ling Ke didn't look at him. He only spoke to himself: "Kevin, Kevin, even you."
"The world has always been this ironic."
"A good person, even if they've done every good deed in their life and been charitable... or an accomplished individual, even if they've brought unprecedented glory to countless compatriots in their field..."
"But as long as they fail once—or even fail at a specific moment—slander and spittle will come crashing down like backlash, like a tide."
"Conversely."
Ling Ke's eyes narrowed slightly, full of mockery. "A villain like me, who wiped out billions with a wave. No, counting the entire history of the modern civilization era, the number would be even more terrifying."
"Of course, I know that among those people, the innocent were the majority."
"But I still did it, because my position was only for myself. That's what I am... a villain."
"But now, just on a whim, I did this little thing—helped a father and daughter who've been separated for a long time reunite—and I can still gain gratitude from those around me, even praise..."
At this point, Ling Ke looked at Kevin and said meaningfully: "It's hard to be a good person, Kevin Kaslana."
"Being a hero is even harder."
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "After all, the villain only needs to think about how to be unscrupulous and do whatever he wants, but the hero—there's too much they have to consider!"
After saying that, as he turned around, he patted Kevin on the shoulder like an old friend of many years: "Go on, heroic one who saves the world."
"Your path ahead may not be any easier than the original."
He added with wordplay: "'The malice of the world' isn't so easily eliminated."
"And my 'script' isn't so kind either."