Star Rail Simulation, but surrounded by characters

Several big figures in the political arena, some demon hunters that Su Qing had dealt with, and some ordinary people that Su Qing had saved.

Among them, the middle-aged demon hunter with gray hair also gave a speech with a solemn expression: "He is a great demon hunter, a defender of a city, and a hero of a planet. His strength is as deep as the sea, and his heart is as broad as the sky."

"We have a great friendship and I have great respect for him. The first time I saw him, I knew he was destined to become a legend."

"He has sacrificed a lot, even his life, to protect this planet. His virtues do not need me to elaborate, but please allow me to express my respect to him on this occasion..."

After hearing the description of the middle-aged demon hunter, many people who had never seen Su Qing also developed a deep admiration for him.

Kafka watched calmly, she felt like a bystander.

Who is this talking about?

Kafka listened to the description of Su Qing by the demon hunter - he was a perfect man, as if he was born to shoulder great responsibilities and save everyone. He had no flaws, and was so selfless, all the good qualities were gathered in him.

But who is this talking about?

Kafka knew clearly that Su Qing was just an ordinary person. He would be happy and sad in life, would be troubled by the trivialities of life, and would worry about her growth.

Great? Perfect? ​​Selfless?

This is just an imaginary and empty image.

Kafka turned her head again and looked at the audience below in the church.

A group of strangers seemed to be moved by the middle-aged demon hunter's speech and sobbed quietly.

Who are these people? How much do they know about Su Qing?

How much of their sadness is genuine, and how much is just driven by the atmosphere?

Kafka found it increasingly difficult to empathize.

She looked at these things but couldn't cry. She just felt alienated by their sadness.

In the audience, Kafka only saw a little girl with twin ponytails. The little girl opened her round eyes and looked at the sad adults around her with confusion and curiosity.

It seemed like her mother slapped her, and the little girl felt a little pain, so she pouted and started crying.

It seemed that only the sadness of this little girl made Kafka feel real.

Beside her, Catherine patted her shoulder gently to comfort her.

Kafka looked over and saw that Catherine's eyes were red, which meant that she must have cried.

Maybe Catherine would understand.

But no…

Catherine's feelings must be completely different from mine.

Enough of the witcher's flowery rhetoric.

Kafka raised her eyes and fixed them on the stained glass of the church.

The sunlight shines through the glass, shining with all kinds of colors.

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After the funeral, in the evening.

Catherine walked Kafka back home.

Catherine didn't ask "Are you okay?" or anything like that, but just said in a gentle tone: "Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No need." Kafka gave her a standard smile, "I'm fine, you can go back first."

Hearing this answer, Catherine became even more worried.

But she could only repeatedly remind him: "If there is anything, be sure to contact me."

Kafka nodded.

When the door was closed, Kafka was left alone in the world again.

She hadn't slept much in the past few days and felt very tired.

at the door.

Kafka lifted her left foot, rubbed her aching calf beneath her purple stockings, and took off one shoe.

Her right hand wanted to hold on to the side and the wall, but it touched a piece of leather.

Kafka turned her head and saw that it was Su Qing's witcher coat.

She stopped moving and was stunned for a while.

Until then.

Caught off guard, sadness suddenly surged up like a surging tide, surging and fierce, as if it was going to drown her.

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At first, looking at Su Qing's coat hanging on the wall, it was just a random thought that flashed into Kafka's mind:

"No one will wear this dress anymore."

It's a taken-for-granted, ordinary fact. But it's like a breaking point, and suddenly, all the emotions open up.

Kafka's sadness, which was wrapped in numbness, could no longer be controlled.

She clutched her coat in her right hand.

Although she was still at the door and had just taken off one of her shoes, Kafka half-knelt and half-sat on the ground.

She hugged her coat, lowered her head and buried her face in it.

After a while, suppressed crying sounds were heard.

She had long lost her usual elegance and composure, and just kept shedding tears.

My nose feels so sore, I feel painful, sad and grief-stricken. These emotions flow out with my tears, but they can't stop and there is no end.

She couldn't accept it on the battlefield, and felt alienated from everyone at the funeral. It wasn't until this moment that she felt the reality.

Kafka realized many deeper facts from an ordinary fact.

Even though I resist, I have to face it...

Su Qing has already left.

The person who would wipe her tears and put a coat on her is gone.

The man who would foolishly swing his teddy bear to make her laugh is no longer seen.

No one would teach her how to fight step by step anymore, and no one would spend those ordinary yet precious days with her anymore.

The warmth of hands when combing hair and stroking head, the secure support when listening to music, all, all are gone, and will never be there again.

As if a stretched string had broken, Kafka buried herself in her coat, crying helplessly and painfully.

The weight of my entire body was on my legs, but the pain in them was not even one-tenth of the pain in my heart.

You saved me from despair and emptiness.

But when I just learned how to love and before I had the chance to express it, you had already left.

At the door, the suppressed crying sound continued for a long time.

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【March 7: Ahh ...

【March 7: ????Ahhhhhh…】

[Jizi: Xiao Sanyue's emotions were more intense, and she also started crying. ]

[March 7: Because, I have been watching Su Qing and her, and I have been watching Kafka grow up, right?]

[March 7: Sister Jizi, aren’t you feeling uncomfortable? ]

【Jizi: I’m fine. 】

[Bronya: Really? (She couldn't help shedding tears)]

[Himeko: Bronya, I didn't lie. I didn't cry.]

【Fu Xuan: This lord...will not be shaken by such a thing.】

[Qingque: Can you two really be patient?]

[Jizi rubbed her eyes gently. She did feel the strong emotions as well.]

[However, if the tears don’t fall completely, it shouldn’t be considered crying. 】

【Silver Wolf: Happy Simulation】

[Hanabi: Just tell me whether you enjoyed the process or not? ]

[Xing: I hope to be able to laugh at the end! ]

[Kafka: Don’t be sad, this is all in the past.]

[Silver Wolf: ???]

[Silver Wolf: (Puts his sunglasses back silently) I’m sorry.]

[Liuying: Can Kafka... I mean, in the simulation, bear this situation? ]

[Silver Wolf: I think her condition outside the simulation is also not very good. ]

[Kafka: I believe in myself?]

[March 7: Kafka, you have to be strong (sobbing) (keeps wiping tears) (but still remembers to comfort her)]

【Kafka: Thank you.】

[Silver Wolf: I always feel that a wonderful friendship has been born between Sanyueqi and Kafka.]

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A month later.

In the city where Su Qing lives, the municipal government built a cemetery specifically for him.

During this period, people never stopped coming to worship and pay tribute.

Some are locals, some are from nearby cities, and some have taken the trouble to come here from far away.

These people came here specifically to express their gratitude. Eliminating the Star Core Demon not only avenged their loved ones, but also eliminated their inner demons and nightmares.

[March 7: Su Qing is a hero, he saved a lot of people... (wipes tears) (want to cry again)]

Kafka was not very willing to appear in such an atmosphere. She went there several times, but every time many strangers came to comfort her.

Only on this day.

She deliberately chose a rainy day and went to the cemetery at night with Catherine alone.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops hit the umbrella, soaking my shoulders and boots.

But on a night like this, there was no one else around. In the heavy but monotonous sound of rain, Kafka's heart could finally calm down a little.

Look at the tombstone.

Kafka has been thinking about it these days.

If she could start over again, if she had another chance, if she had not left Su Qing at that time, would the ending be different...

Although she knew it was unrealistic, Kafka couldn't help but think about these questions.

Her heart seemed to be trapped in this circle called the past, unable to get out.

Catherine held an umbrella and looked at Kafka's numb face.

Seeing her expression like this, Catherine couldn't help but feel a little worried, worried that she would do something irrational...