Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 305 Remember, We Love You (Part 2)

"Ugh... I'm so dizzy, where... am I?"

Farusan held her forehead, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, as she tried to suppress the waves of dizziness that were making her feel unwell.

She remembered that just a moment ago they were still inside the church, so how did they suddenly end up in the Grand Bazaar?

The girl's gaze was somewhat blank. She looked up and saw that the stars that had appeared in the dead of night had been replaced by the blazing afternoon sun. People were bustling around her, coming and going on the street.

The timing is off... What exactly just happened?

Even the well-traveled and knowledgeable Farusian couldn't help but feel a little flustered. At this moment, only the person beside her, whose hand was always clasped tightly with hers, could provide her with a sense of security.

"This is the Sumeru City from 120 years ago, in other words, the place where our predecessors once lived."

Mu Feng put away the tattered Sands of Time that were constantly emitting light. The power of the water element quietly activated, gently washing away the mental fatigue brought on by the time travel to Falushan.

In fact, the power of one-fifth of time was far greater than he had imagined; at least, he could easily stay on the past timeline for a short period of time.

At most, he can only sustain it for two days, but that's more than enough for his senior to go home and visit his family.

In other words, Lady Istaru was unaware that the authority she had given away was being used for frivolous purposes; otherwise, she would probably have rushed down from the end of time at the speed of light to knock him on the head with her family's clock.

Mu Feng's words were like a lightning and fire slime exploding in deep water, leaving Falushan's mind reeling.

More than a hundred years ago...? How is that possible...? That means they've traveled back in time...

Her existing knowledge instantly and firmly rejected this absurd idea, but the rapidly changing scene, coupled with the retro attire of the people passing by, made her question it excessively.

Although there are many records about time mechanisms in the Red King's ancient books, most of them are vague and unclear. Even in the Order Institute, the study of time is the most obscure field.

Did they... just go back to the past so easily?

However, after the initial surprise, Farusan glanced at Mu Feng, who was holding her hand and walking towards the crowd, and sighed deeply. Suddenly, she stopped worrying about it.

But... if it's him, it's just time travel, so it doesn't seem that strange...

After all, he's even experienced being brought back from the dead; this guy is just someone who's good at creating miracles.

The girl gently pursed her lips, feeling the warmth of their intertwined fingers, her light green heterochromatic eyes filled with tenderness.

A miracle that others could only dream of was achieved simply because he said he missed home. He really doesn't know how to be thrifty and manage a household well.

However, the debt owed to the younger generation is growing larger and larger. If it can't be repaid, the senior's authority will be completely tarnished...

……

After giving Tianmei some instructions, Mu Feng went into a coffee shop to kill time, leaving his time for Bai Sui Shan Xianbei.

After all, he doesn't belong to this era. If he were to show up unannounced, the result, in the eyes of the sweet girl's family, would inevitably be...

Deng, Huo, An, Dong?

Mu Feng picked up a cup of coffee, coughing, "It's definitely not because I'm afraid of being torn to pieces by my former father-in-law."

It's a rare treat to be away from the battlefield; how could we not enjoy it properly after traveling all that way back?

"Boss, a glass of cider, no apples, no cider, and put it on the tab of the Great Sage!"

……

On the other side, following the familiar streets, Farusan embarked on her journey home through the intricate alleys of Sumeru City.

The image buried deep in her memory for many years gradually overlapped with the bricks and tiles in front of her, and the girl couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.

The coconut charcoal cakes by the street emitted a familiar and old-fashioned aroma. Farusan bought one, and as she took her first bite, tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks.

It matches...it all matches...I'm going home...

She didn't wipe away her tears; she just cried and ate, pushing through the crowd and stumbling toward the door number.

Closer, closer, just a little bit more...

Finally, she reached the door and stared blankly at the numbers on the rusted brass nameplate and the moss-covered door frame. The tears she had already stopped started flowing uncontrollably again.

I'm home. This isn't a dream. I'm home...

She opened her mouth and reached out to press the doorknob, but the action she had practiced countless times in her dreams became unfamiliar the moment it became reality, becoming an excuse for her trepidation at returning home.

She could vaguely hear the clinking of cups and bowls behind the door, and also the faint, pungent smell of burnt tobacco.

Behind the door was the home she had longed for for a hundred years.

Farusan forced back her tears, wiped them away haphazardly, bit her lower lip, and with trembling hands reached under the second flowerpot on the windowsill to retrieve the spare key.

A mix of complex emotions welled up within me. The key failed to enter the lock several times, but on the last attempt, with a soft click from the bolt, the door slowly opened a crack.

A middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, smoking a pipe, looked up from behind his newspaper. By the kitchen door, a woman carrying dishes peeked out, and the little robot Tamimi beneath her turned its head.

Separated by a narrow crack in the door, or perhaps by a hundred years, the eyes of the family met once again.

The girl almost burst into tears again, but she tried her best to keep her expression as normal.

Dad, Mom, Tamimi, I'm home...

The woman's face lit up with great joy. She put the dishes on the table and, without even changing her apron, rushed towards Farusan.

"Oh dear, didn't you say you wouldn't be back for dinner? Look at you, you never tell the family beforehand."

"It's alright, it's good that you're back. Sit down for a bit, I'll go and make a few more of your favorite dishes right away."

The woman kept grumbling, but the smile on her face clearly showed her current mood.

Farusan pursed her lips, lowered her head, trying to hide her reddened eyes, and replied in a hoarse whisper.

"The research... wasn't going too well, so I came back to relax."

The woman was slightly taken aback, but quickly noticed her daughter's low spirits. However, she did not ask any questions. Instead, she smiled, took Farusan's hand, and began to prepare fruit and snacks.

"It's alright, it's alright. It's inevitable to hit a bottleneck in research. Come on, here's your favorite coconut charcoal cake, and the fruit is over there."

The middle-aged man sat back down on the sofa, continued reading the newspaper in his hand, and said something without looking up.

"If you need help, I know a few well-known scholars in academia who might be able to help you."

Farusian stared blankly at the pastries and fruits laid out before her. After a long while, she gave a soft "hmm."

The middle-aged man glanced at her with slight surprise, but didn't say anything more and continued smoking his pipe.

Smoke billowed up, and then silence fell, broken only by the clanging of spatulas in the kitchen.

Tamimi turned her head in confusion and nudged her little master's palm. Her master seemed a little strange today.

Farusan forced a smile, reached out and touched the little robot's smooth metal shell, and secretly wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes as she looked down.

Dinner was served quickly, and almost every dish was prepared to suit Farusan's taste. The girl trembled as she picked up a piece of stewed meat and put it into her mouth, meeting her mother's hopeful gaze.

She chewed slowly and swallowed slowly, the soup slowly spreading out, as if she wanted to forever etch its flavor and every moment it slid down her esophagus into her memory.

Then, Farusan suppressed the urge to cry, bit her lower lip, and tried to put on an approving smile.

A hundred years have passed, and she thought she had forgotten and would never taste that flavor again.

The woman immediately became happy, invited the whole family to the table for dinner, and replaced Tamimi's battery with a brand new one.

After all, a child's approval of the food cooked by their own hands is the greatest praise and reward for a mother.

Farusan silently picked up some food, listening to her family members at the table chatting about strange tales or everyday matters. Almost all the words that had been bottled up in her heart for a hundred years came to her lips.

She wanted to talk about the mechanisms and time in the Red King's Tomb, she wanted to talk about the world a hundred years from now, she wanted to talk about coconut charcoal cakes, she wanted to talk about everything.

She wanted to say that she had taken on a very good, very good student.

But she dared not speak, for she feared that the tears she had been holding back would spill out even faster than her words.

……

For the next two days, Farusan stayed at home and didn't go anywhere.

Perhaps because the girl didn't spend much time at home to begin with, she became the center of attention in the house these past two days.

All the dishes were naturally prepared to suit her tastes, and whatever she needed, Tamimi was always there to serve her.

Farusian cherished all of this. She didn't need to do anything; just watching the two busy figures outside the room made her feel incredibly safe and happy.

Because this is her home, this is where her family lives, and that will never change.

But time is always merciless, and the moment of farewell always arrives quietly at the moment when it is hardest to let go.

"I...I have to go back and continue my research. I'm sorry."

This was the reason Farusan gave for leaving. She didn't know why she had to apologize, but the moment she turned her back, it felt as if another sharp knife had ripped a piece of her heart out, leaving it bleeding.

She's like a thief, traversing a hundred years to steal the happiness that belongs to another version of herself.

This happiness has a cruel time limit; the more intoxicating it is when you have it, the more excruciating it is when you take it away.

It amplified her regret that she failed to cherish everything she had within her grasp.

She had considered staying, but ultimately, she didn't belong here, and there were others waiting for her on the other side.

Once she steps out of that door, she will be a child without a home again.

Unexpectedly, before the door was completely closed, her mother quickly caught up, put a bag of freshly baked coconut charcoal cakes into her pocket, and gently patted it.

Farusan could no longer bear it. She choked back tears as she hugged her mother, trying her best to hold back the tears from streaming down her face.

"Actually, you're not that child, are you?"

The mother's loving words struck the girl like a thunderbolt. She looked up in disbelief, only to meet her mother's gaze.

That gaze held not doubt, not questioning, but the radiance of motherhood, and an unimaginable tenderness.

A mother knows her child best, and two days together were enough for this once wise scholar to see the clues.

“You are my child, but not entirely her.”

"Although I don't know what you've been through, I know that these years must have been very difficult."

She gently patted the girl's back in her arms. The girl, who had been pretending to be strong, finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears in her mother's arms like a child.

How she longed to tell everything—to tell of the utter darkness in the Crimson King's Tomb, to tell of her loneliness a hundred years later, to tell of how she had come to understand their love and her regret.

But she couldn't, because once she changed the past, she could never return to her future.

She could only keep crying and crying, calling for her mother, swallowing the bitterness and tears little by little.

The mother gently wiped away Farusan's tears. She knew her daughter had been wronged, but she was powerless to help.

All she could do was give her a hug to cry in and two days of a safe haven called home.

Then, I silently packed her bags and watched her walk away once again onto that vast and unknown road.

She gave her daughter, whom she both knew and felt strange, one last hug and offered her her final blessing.

“Falusian, remember, wherever you are, whether you are with us or not, remember that we love you.”

Before she could respond, time had already begun to slowly turn, and her mother watched her go with a smile on her face.

She saw the grass and trees slowly wither, the houses slowly decay and collapse, her past self lost in the desert, and her mother desperately searching for her, handing the letter home to Tamimi.

The mother, with her head full of white hair, lay on her sickbed. Across the vast expanse of time, they seemed to see each other.

At the end of her life, the mother saw her daughter, and she smiled and mouthed her last words.

"Falusian, remember, we all love you."

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