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Chapter 83 - Chapter 83 – On: Why Parents Are the Most Important Mentors in Life

It is night.

The middle-aged man with a bandage on his right hand, lying in the hospital bed, has fallen asleep.

Fu Hua sat beside the bed, silently watching under the bright moonlight shining through the window... her father, peacefully asleep.

At that moment, her right hand was still firmly held by the unfeeling left hand of the other.

After a long separation, and after knowing the pain and suffering his daughter would face one after another in the future, this old father felt anguish and powerlessness.

That was a world he simply could not touch.

He had died too early, and as lightly as a feather.

He believed he could give nothing, nor had he given any help to his precious daughter.

This was undoubtedly the most painful thing for a father.

Fortunately, now everything had happened again.

"Xiaohua, our family lived an ordinary life, which is already pretty good."

In the dream, Fu Hua's father said this.

And in reality, a brilliant flying feather hung beside the hospital bed.

Fu Hua had no other thoughts.

All she knew was that her father was now injured and still physically hurt after a fight with the dead.

He needed a good rest.

But today, ever since she entered this room and passively revealed her identity, her father paid no respect to rest or recovery.

He "only wanted to listen carefully to find out what Fu Hua would experience in the long years of the next 50,000 years."

He would feel bad about it, get angry over it, feel pain for it.

Especially that blonde Rakshasa... if that person were standing in front of him now, he would want to smash that bastard's head in with a single punch.

"Xiaohua, the last thing we Chinese can do is submit to this kind of beast who forces others to sacrifice regardless of their wishes."

In the dream, Fu Hua listened to the severe and long-lost voice of her father.

To this—

"But at that time, I could no longer protect China..."

"If China in the future era must rely on this beast to protect her, then she no longer deserves this name."

When Fu Hua's father said this, he looked extremely serious.

Even at that time, when his daughter's face showed a helpless expression... even a bit aggrieved, he had no intention of changing his tone.

"Xiaohua, this is your fault—just this."

Fu Hua's father softened his tone: "You shouldn't decide the fate of China by yourself. This is unreasonable, extreme arrogance."

"China will always be the China of thousands of people, the China of the people."

"Not the words of an 'immortal.'"

"At least, in our era, we believe in our own ancestors who bled and sweated, not in other illusory things."

"We only know that we constantly strive for self-improvement, that those who are not of our tribe must think differently, and that our dignity lies only at the edge of the blade."

"Through the centuries, we Chinese do not blame others just because we 'can't do it now.'"

"Let alone become a dog for a beast."

In reality, inside the ward—

Fu Hua clearly felt her father grasp her right palm with even more strength.

It was clear that what he was saying was getting increasingly harsh, yet what he was expressing in his heart was still full of pity for the daughter he reunited with after a long time.

Those words of warning spoken in a dream were by no means a catharsis of negative emotion, nor simply blame.

What he insisted on saying was, perhaps: blame born of love?

Fu Hua was somewhat silent.

Looking back at her long life. She went to study in Canghai City when she was fifteen, and just a few months later, the Third Collapse occurred.

Her father died, the neighbors left, and her best friend could not be saved.

In the web of past relationships, only she survived (to the point that only she was left alive).

And after that.

Although she was saved by Captain Himeko, the other party only taught her how to fight and not give up hope.

Later, Captain Himeko also died.

Later, when the Anti-Honkai War of that era failed and eventually arrived, after a long period of stillness, she acted alongside Danzhu and Cangxuan. They could only serve as companions by her side, fearing that living too long in the future would slowly make them feel lonely.

These people, without a doubt, deserved to be cherished by her.

But among them, there was no one who could teach her the simplest truth.

What is right? What is wrong? What is life?

That was supposed to be taught by a father.

Originally, if she really had the chance to return home after the original "six months," then, taking all the experiences she had gone through after leaving home for the first time, she could chat and complain with her father... like today.

Then, at that time, Fu Hua would have received teachings from her father, based on his life experience.

But "fate makes a fool of people, and her father's early death made her not understand these principles at all."

And when she wanted to protect China in the next era and become the legendary "Immortal Red Kite"—

There were already "young people" around her.

All along, her experiences were incomplete and fragmented.

Until today.

Until this came too late—from her strict father's teachings—heard and remembered in her heart.

"Yes!"

Fu Hua secretly sighed in her heart, "It was my fault."

"Protecting China is not 'protecting my China.'"

The difference between the two is enormous.

"Now you know how many ridiculous things you've done!"

In her mind, Xiao Shi deliberately made sarcastic remarks.

To this—

"So, you would have said I was a loser before, right?"

Fu Hua murmured.

Hearing that—

"Wait, old antique, I didn't... no... Tsk~"

Xiao Shi became a bit irritable and stammered, then fell silent.

Just around this time—

Dong dong~

The door to the ward was knocked from the outside.

Fu Hua only wanted to turn around, but since her father was unconsciously gripping her right hand, she could only twist her head halfway instead.

Then she saw the familiar figure pushing open the door.

"Kevin?"

Fu Hua's expression instinctively became guarded.

Seeing her like that—

"Hua, you don't have to."

Kevin moved to the other side of the hospital bed, leaned against the window at the side of the ward, and spoke in a deep voice: "We're no longer enemies."

"At least not now."

Fu Hua fell silent again.

To be honest, with Kevin, she had always held quite complicated feelings.

Of course, this emotion had no connection to the so-called romantic love.

But—

It was once Kevin who personally killed her beloved Captain Himeko.

Later, she and he were comrades-in-arms who fought together in the "Final Battle" on the moon, under desperate circumstances.

Then, with him, she was the forerunner of the current era of civilization.

Then—

When she began acting as "Fu Hua," the two sides were once again on opposing ends.

The reason for that was the white-haired girl who was saved later.

"Hua."

Kevin spoke again, "Stop getting involved with them."

"I..."

Fu Hua opened her mouth and just wanted to say something.

But Kevin interrupted her first: "This is the simplest advice I can give you."

He explained seriously: "I know you're close to them, so you don't have to take action against them in this upcoming survival contest that will determine the future of both eras of civilization."

"You just need to protect yourself, protect your father, and... friends who are lucky enough to get a 'second chance.'"

"For example: Captain Himeko."

"As for the rest, you don't need to interfere."

"Leave it to us."

Hearing him say this—

Fu Hua didn't give a clear answer immediately.

Kevin understood and waited patiently.

He saw Fu Hua lower her head again and look at her father—who was able to chat with her in dreams and sleep peacefully thanks to "Yu Du Chen"...

"Wait."

She suddenly reacted, "Kevin, just now you said... us?"

"Right."

Kevin nodded: "We're people who've joined the ranks one after another, standing on the same front."

"I just hope you no longer become the enemy of all of us."

"For yourself, for your father, and for the rest of this era."

"Please."

At this moment, faced with the sincere plea of a former comrade—

"Ay~"

Fu Hua sighed.

She looked at her father on the hospital bed—the big, reassuring hand that wouldn't let go.

It seemed she had made a decision in her heart.

"Kevin."

Fu Hua looked at the white-haired (?) young man by the window and said word by word: "This time, I will protect the era that truly belongs to us."

"After so many years, I'm tired, and I no longer need to... I no longer want to carry those overly heavy reasons."

She smiled gently, "This time, I want to be selfish, and fight only for myself."

At that moment, she also unconsciously tightened her grip on her father's hand.

"Because, my life..."

It is tiny.

But precious.

It—

"is right here."

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