Star Rail Simulation, but surrounded by characters.

"Some time ago, Fu Xuan asked me why I accepted her as my disciple, and I told her that it was related to a prophecy."

"She was very depressed after hearing this and felt depressed all day long, which made me feel a little guilty."

"However, nine out of ten things in this world are not as expected."

"I'm not an immortal, so I can't accompany her on a long journey. Moreover, this prophecy is elusive and uncertain, and I don't know when it will be fulfilled."

"So it is a gift from God to have a master-disciple relationship for a few years. I don't expect too much and I am proud of her."

"Fu Xuan is extremely talented and works extremely hard. She will definitely achieve achievements that are not inferior to, or even far better than, mine in the future."

"I also ask you two to help me decipher the talisman."

"I hope she will continue to walk firmly on the road of divination and reach a height that no one before her has reached."

The letter ends here, with a few words of greeting and Master's signature at the end.

This letter could not be sent, presumably because she had already escaped from Jade Palace before that.

Fu Xuan's hand holding the letter began to tremble slightly.

·

aside.

Qingque, who had basically finished sorting out the books, found a few props for divination, or in other words, small toys.

She found it interesting.

Qingque came over with a smile: "Master Taibu! Look at this, look at this! This gadget made of a hexagram plate is quite interesting!

[Xier: Qingque is still happy! 】

[Liu Ying: Your boss is almost losing his little pearls! ! 】

"Are you reading the letter?"

Qingque walked over and turned sideways to see where Fu Xuan was.

However, the first thing Qing Que noticed was the two lines of clear tears falling down Fu Xuan's cheeks.

Qing Que was immediately shocked! ! !

[Silver Wolf: Ah! ? Did Fu Xuan really cry? ? 】

[Xing: I really cried! ! ? 】

[March 7: No! ! ! 】

[Jingliu: Accident...]

[Sushang: Oh my God! ! ! 】

[Everyone said before that Fu Xuan broke the defense and that Fu Xuan was going to drop the little pearl, but they were just joking. 】

[After all, in this simulation, Fu Xuan is no longer the clingy little apprentice who hugged his master's arm and acted coquettishly. 】

[Fu Xuan in the picture looks petite, but at this time she is already Luofu's Taifu and one of the six imperial guards. In the entire Luofu Immortal Boat, she is almost one person below ten thousand people. 】

[Even if it’s sad, even if it’s a bit broken. 】

[No one expected that she actually cried, and even in the presence of others and Qingque...]

[This really surprised and shocked everyone. 】

Of course, the most surprising thing was Qing Que who was present at the scene.

She came over with a smile.

But at this time, Qingque's smile completely turned into surprise. She was holding a divination toy, and her whole body was directly controlled by force.

After reacting for a while, Qingque asked extremely cautiously, "Master Taibu, are you... are you crying?"

"ah."

Fu Xuan held the letter in one hand and wiped his eyes with the other.

After hearing Qingque's question, she smiled instinctively: "Qingque, what are you talking about? I didn't cry, I just felt a little bit sad."

Fu Xuan said this, but when she wiped her eyes with her hands, she felt wet.

Fu Xuan put down his hand and stared at the tears on his hand.

...Did I really shed tears?

Fu Xuan opened his mouth.

She still wanted to be like before, to say something more and to defend something.

Master and I have a normal relationship. I just read the letter he didn’t send, so it’s impossible to cry.

She also wanted to pause time again and continue to freeze all her sadness in the empty starry sky.

However, the emotional barrier has begun to collapse.

At first, Fu Xuan shed tears without even realizing it.

Then the emotion began to expand.

The emotion was overdue for more than a hundred years, and the sadness was overdue for more than 30 years.

Gradually and irresistibly, she was overwhelmed.

Xianzhou: 45. Fu Xuan cried heartbreakingly, and Qingque was stunned with shock.

Fu Xuan touched the corners of his eyes and realized that he had shed tears.

Fu Xuan held the letter in his hand: "Qingque, go pack your things first."

Qingque hesitated: "But, you look like..."

Fu Xuan lowered his head slightly: "It's okay, I'm just a little sad."

Ever since I saw the light arrow falling, Su Qing disappearing, and the empty starry sky.

Fu Xuan's thoughts about his master stopped there.

Happy or sad.

She stood on the other side of time, unwilling to take another step.

Now, Fu Xuan still wants to pause time like before.

But this time I came to Yuque.

Past experiences emerge piece by piece.

The emotion in Fu Xuan's heart at this time was no longer something she could stop casually if she wanted to.

Gradually.

Fu Xuan looked down at Xin, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

At first, there were just one or two drops, like dewdrops, gently dripping on the letter paper.

Now is not the time to be sad. We need to organize things. Qingque is still there...

But Fu Xuan could no longer control himself.

She always said her relationship with Master was average.

They always say it’s only five years.

But for these five years, she escaped for a hundred years.

The time she spent with her master only accounted for a few tenths of her life.

But what does this tenth mean to her?

In Fu Xuan's mind, bits and pieces of the past began to flash.

The long snowy street, the back of the master when leaving home.

When she first came to Taibusi to study, the master was not gentle when he rubbed her head for the first time. He rubbed her hair into a mess, but it also relieved most of her nervousness and restraint.

In Taibu Pavilion, she swung her legs and read the latest articles to her master.

When she was sick, she curled up in the quilt and looked at the concerned expression of the master.

The smile of the master, the care of the master, the warmth of the palm when the master touched her head...

The lively crowds of the Lantern Festival, the lights of the night sky of the Qixi Festival.

Scenes passed by her eyes.

Fu Xuan's memory is very good, but she hated that her memory is so good at this moment.

Because the memory has become the past.

It is useless to remember it clearly.

When Fu Xuan wanted to reach out to grab these memories, she found that they had become illusory and untouchable.

In between... more than a hundred years have passed.

When Fu Xuan came to Taibu Pavilion again, all the past seemed to be right in front of her.

But the empty starry sky and the unsent letter.

Both meant that she could never go back.

She would never see her master again.

When she had to face this fact.

The paused time in Fu Xuan's heart began to flow, and her suppressed emotions began to surge.

At first, it was just a few tears.

But soon, Fu Xuan's tears could not be stopped.

Her shoulders began to tremble, and her breathing became rapid.

Her face showed the sadness that could not be hidden, and big tears began to slide down from the corners of her eyes, across her beautiful cheeks, and dripped onto the letter paper, leaving a water stain.

Fu Xuan no longer cared that Qingque was still beside her.

In the ocean of emotions, she stood on the reef, and the surging waves around her surged and beat. She was already unstable and could not take care of herself.

Fu Xuan's emotions became more and more intense.

Her hands trembled even more, and her knuckles clenched the letter paper so tightly that they turned white.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and tears kept pouring out, blurring her vision and the handwriting on the letter paper.

On the way to Yuque, she told Qingque that her master was cold and heartless, and only valued divination.

But who was it that vowed to stay with her master all the time, but never did it?

Who was it that faced the prophecy, ran away without looking back, devoted himself to divination, and never contacted her?

This time she returned to Yuque.

She learned some details that she didn't know at the beginning from her mother.

But even so, Fu Xuan still found that she didn't know her master at all.

She asked herself, why?

Why did I know that my master was not an immortal, but I never thought about getting to know him a little more...

Why did I still cover my head and close my eyes, and escape from my master's life...

That sentence was still in Fu Xuan's ears.

"Even so, I will treat you as a real disciple, and it has always been like this."

All along the way, the master has always treated her as a real disciple.

From the beginning to the last moment, it has never changed.

But what about her?

Whether it was at the beginning, Fu Xuan felt that the master only accepted him as a disciple because of the prophecy.

Or at the end, facing the prophecy, he just ran away and did not stay to face it with the master.