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 deep friendship, and I admire him very much. The first time I saw him, I knew that he was destined to become a legend."

"In order to protect this planet, he paid a lot, even his life. His virtues do not need me to elaborate, but please allow me to express my respect for him on such an occasion..."

Under the description of the middle-aged demon hunter, many people who had never seen Su Qing also had 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 - that was a perfect person, as if he was born to take on great undertakings and save everyone. He had no flaws, and was so selfless, and 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?

These are just imaginary and empty images.

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

A group of strangers, as if moved by the speech of the middle-aged demon hunter, sobbed softly.

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

How much of their sadness is sincere, and how much is just driven by this atmosphere?

Kafka found it increasingly difficult to resonate.

She looked at these and couldn't cry, but felt alienated from 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.

Her mother seemed to slap her, and the little girl felt a little pain, so she pursed her lips and cried.

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

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

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

Perhaps Catherine would understand a little.

But no...

Catherine's feelings must be completely different from hers.

Enough of the witcher's piled-up rhetoric.

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

The sunlight penetrated the glass, colorful.

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After the funeral, at night.

Catherine sent Kafka back home.

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

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

Hearing this answer, Catherine became more worried.

But she could only repeatedly remind her: "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 she felt very tired.

At the door.

Kafka raised her left foot, rubbed her sore calf under the purple stockings, and took off one shoe.

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

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

She stopped moving and was stunned for a while.

Until this moment.

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

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

"No one will wear this coat in the future."

This is a natural and ordinary fact. But it was like a breaking point, suddenly opening up all emotions.

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

She clenched her coat with 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 sobbing came from it.

She had long lost her usual elegance and calmness, and just kept crying.

Her nose was sore, painful, sad, and sad. These emotions flowed out with tears, but they could not stop, and there was no end.

She could not accept it on the battlefield, and she was alienated from everyone at the funeral. Until this moment, she felt the reality.

Kafka realized many deeper facts from an ordinary fact.

Although she resisted, she had to face it...

Su Qing had left.

The person who would help her wipe her tears and put on her coat was gone.

The person who would foolishly shake the teddy bear to make her laugh was gone.

No one will teach her how to fight, and no one will spend those ordinary but precious days with her.

The warmth of hands when combing her hair and patting her head, the comfort of support when listening to music, all, all are gone, and will never be again.

As if a stretched string had been broken, Kafka was buried in his coat, crying helplessly and painfully.

The weight of the entire body pressed on the legs, but the pain in the legs was not worth one ten thousandth of the emotions in his heart.

You save me from despair and emptiness.

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

The suppressed crying at the door lasted for a long time.

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[March 7: Ahhhhhhh! ! ! 】

[March 7:????Ahhhhh...]

[Himeko: Xiao Sanxue was more emotional and cried until she couldn’t stop crying. 】

[March 7: Because you have been watching Su Qing and her, and you have been watching Kafka grow up? 】

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

[Himeko: I'm fine. 】

[Bronya: Really? (I couldn’t hold back my tears either)]

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

[Fu Xuan: I... will not be shaken by this kind of thing. 】

[Qingque: Are you two really tolerant? 】

[Himeko rubbed her eyes gently, and she indeed felt strong emotions. 】

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

【Silver Wolf: Happy Simulation】

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

[Xing: I hope I can have fun at the end! 】

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

[Silver Wolf:???]

[Silver Wolf: (silently putting the sunglasses back) I'm sorry. 】

[Liu Ying: Kafka...I mean in the simulation, can you bear this situation? 】

[Silver Wolf: I think her condition outside the simulation is also very bad. 】

【Kafka: Do I believe in myself?】

[March 7: Kafka, you have to be strong (sobbing) (keeps wiping tears) (but still did not forget to comfort her)]

[Kafka: Thank you. 】

[Silver Wolf: March 7th and Kafka, I always feel that a wonderful friendship was born. 】

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One month later.

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

During this time, people never stopped coming to worship and pay homage.

Some are from the local area, some are from nearby cities, and some are coming 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 and has saved many people... (wipes tears) (want to cry again)]

Kafka was reluctant to appear in such an atmosphere. She went there several times, but every time many unknown people came over to comfort her.

Only on this day.

She deliberately chose a rainy day and came to the cemetery at night with only Catherine.

It rained heavily, and the raindrops pattered on the umbrella, making my shoulders and boots wet.

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

Looking at the tombstone.

Kafka was thinking about it these days.

If she could go back and have another chance, if she had not left Su Qing at that time, would the ending have been changed...

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

Her heart seemed to be trapped in this circle called the past, and she could not get out.

Catherine held an umbrella and looked at Kafka's side face, which was numb with grief.

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