Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

What are tears? A form of salt water?

correct.

It's just salty water, there's no need to give it too much meaning.

The weather was sunny and windy when the burial took place.

The breeze blows by, especially gentle.

There were not many people, but not too many. Everyone watched quietly as a little child was buried in a grave and a man in his prime fell into eternal sleep...

"…send flowers."

Dressed in black, with wide hats hiding all traces, people took turns giving flowers and saying goodbye.

I don't know why, but I faced all this with a calmness that was almost desperate...

It seems that nothing is so important, as if nothing is cared about.

Will I cry? I don't know, I just know that I don't have any feelings at this moment.

I also presented them flowers.

The child liked the windflowers best, and the man liked Cecilia.

Until the end of the ceremony, they were like outsiders and did not feel any pain...

On the way back, I met a lot of people who comforted me. They advised me to think positively and said it would be okay.

I went back to that house and opened the door. Everything was still familiar. Did I leave for a long time? It was already covered with dust.

"I... am back..." Everyone was very quiet. The plants had not yet survived the cold winter. They walked to the garden and called out softly a few times, but Yu Yue did not jump out.

Akiyama is still a pony, at least compared to his parents. Such a young horse will have a hard time this winter. I have no experience in raising horses, so he is temporarily fostered in a special horse farm and I just need to pay every month.

I will go see it myself...

I saw a huge flower bud in the corner, so I leaned over and touched it gently. Yu Yue was still sleeping. Do slimes hibernate in winter?

I don’t know, but I don’t want to know the answer.

The door of my room was pushed open and my package was opened.

The package contained some common items that were not burned, or the burning was not so obvious.

Even if it is just burnt residue, if conditions permit, I would like to pick it all up.

It was a letter that had been burned. There was a familiar smell on the letter paper. I opened the envelope and began to read it word by word.

What an ordinary letter, what a letter full of hope. This letter should have been sent to the father of the lover, and should have told the father of the lover what he decided to face...

I started crying as I read it. I was a person who had not shed a tear at the funeral, but now I was crying so hard that I felt sick.

The tears were wiped away so that the letter would not be wet. The letter should be kept well, for a very long time, until your life is no longer so beautiful. Later, you can think back on this beauty that you will never forget after experiencing it once.

I burst into tears and curled up into a ball, tears kept flowing down. The window was gently blown open by the wind, and the gentle wind blew away the dust in the house. The gentle wind also left behind a bottle of good wine.

I didn't pay attention to these and just checked other things.

The tears kept flowing, and it seemed like I didn't have enough strength to wipe them away. Finally, the tears seemed to have flowed away, and then I smiled.

It was a small gift that had not yet been given away. It was a carved wooden flower...

What a perfect flower, what a beautiful daisy...

The beautiful stamens are really unforgettable.

She started crying again, tears kept flowing. This time she returned to the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and kept crying. Tears fell on her body, on the quilt, and on the bed.

How long did I cry? I don’t know.

Belated feelings, belated everything, my emotions finally came back, what a desperate feeling, tears seem to have lost all meaning, at that moment cry, cry harder, cry harder, cry out all the sorrow and suffering.

I was lying on the bed, I didn't know when I fell asleep, when I woke up I couldn't see the road clearly, my eyes must have been swollen from crying, tears were still flowing, I felt very uncomfortable. I didn't eat anything yesterday, I only drank some water, I retched, and I only vomited some water.

There was no water or juice at home, so I opened the bottle of wine and drank it all in one gulp, forget about the taste!

I drank a whole bottle of wine, but I didn't feel drunk. I couldn't get drunk. Why couldn't I get drunk?

I used to like being able to drink without getting drunk, so that I could face any situation. But now I find that I can’t do that. The endless grief seems to be killing me.

If I get drunk, will everything be better?

But I didn’t think about it too much, because sadness was like a wave, coming back again and again.

I forced myself to wash my face and rinse off briefly. My stomach was empty, there was nothing in it. I had to eat something, anything would do, as long as I could eat it.

But I don't have the energy, I don't want to go out, I just want to stay at home for a while, just a little while...

So I stayed at home for another whole day. I didn't go out. I just cried quietly on the bed. I don't know how long I cried. I just knew that I was so tired, both physically and mentally.

When I woke up, there was freshly baked bread and fruits on the table. I knew the wind elf's good intentions.

I said thank you, broke the bread into pieces and swallowed it down reluctantly. I was very hungry, but I couldn't eat any more...

It's the third day after the funeral, and I need to go see others...

He changed his clothes, painted his pale face to make it look a little more rosy, and walked into the territory of the Lawrence family.

I knocked on the door and someone opened it. It was my lover's mother, Merlin Noa. She looked at me with a smile, then stroked my face with a little worry: "Don't be afraid, don't be sad, you don't need to devote more to me, and you don't need to come to me... If you really want to help me, you don't need to come to me, just face your own life well."

The other party pushed me out the door, why?

There was no answer, so I went to the stable again. When Akiyama saw me coming, he came over and rubbed against me. I gently touched his head, and he was very happy.

"Your horse is really human-like and very loyal. It seems to be very lonely when you are not around..."

"People always have to make suitable friends. The same goes for horses. Akiyama, make some friends..." I tapped Akiyama's ear, and Akiyama seemed to understand and shook his ears.

I finally returned home again. This time I ate a few bites of food and sat there looking at the unchanging scenery in the sky.