Honkai Impact 3rd: Starting with creating an anime version of Honkai Impact 3rd

"No, wait, you should call me Alicia, little sister~?" Alicia was extremely serious, seemingly unaware of how surprising her words were.

"Little sister Alicia..."

Mebius slapped Alicia's hand away and said, "Don't corrupt little Gretchen."

Alicia withdrew her hand, noticing the slight redness on the back of her fair hand, and pouted.

Kevin and Qianjie helped Hen carry his luggage into the courtyard. Hen slumped onto the sofa, tilted his head, and said, "I'm so tired. Anyone can get me a bottle of Coke."

Sakura opened the refrigerator, took out a can of cola, and placed it on the coffee table.

Hen took the Coke, pulled the tab, took a big gulp, and exclaimed, "I'm alive again."

Yaqing held little Gretchen in his arms. For some reason, he had a natural affinity for children. Whether it was the children in the Aponia orphanage, Gretchen and Ling, or even the twenty-year-old Xiaoshi, they were all very close to him.

Unlike Hen, who was exhausted, Blanca was still in good spirits. She took out the souvenirs she had bought for everyone from her large suitcase and placed them on the coffee table.

“These are clothes I bought especially for the Doctor, green dinosaur pajamas, aren’t they cute?” Blanca took out the unopened clothes and handed them to Mebius.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Because Yaqing had the same dinosaur pajamas and wore them all the time, parading around the courtyard, everyone knew that Yaqing had a dinosaur pajamas. Now that Blanca had specially given Mebius the same pajamas, it just became...

"What's wrong?" Blanca looked at the crowd trying to suppress their laughter with a blank expression.

"It's nothing, I like it very much." Möbius accepted the gift with a forced smile, but then, where no one could see, he kicked Ya Qing hard.

Little Gretchen looked puzzled, not understanding why Grandma Mebius would suddenly step on her brother Yaqing.

“This is a gift for Mei; it’s a necklace I bought in Paris,” Blanca said, taking out a small red box.

“I really like it, Blanca.” May accepted the gift.

"This is for Kevin..."

Blanca distributed the gifts to everyone. Since Eden was on a global tour, he could only make a video call and have Alicia accept the gifts on his behalf. Aponia had not yet returned to the courtyard.

"The last gift is for Yaqing," Blanca said with a smile.

"So I still have some. I thought Blanca had forgotten about me since I haven't been back for so long," Yaqing joked.

“How could that be?” Blanca said reproachfully, taking out the carefully wrapped gift and smiling as she said, “This is a picture frame I bought in Paris. I heard it’s a work of art, and this painting was painted by little Greta herself.”

The canvas unfolds, revealing a bronze-gold wooden frame that immediately evokes an ancient atmosphere. However, what truly captivates the eye is the ink painting within the frame: a man sitting and reading a book, bathed in warm sunlight streaming through the window. Combined with the fruit on the table, the painting's color scheme and composition are flawless.

"It's so beautiful!" Sakura couldn't help but exclaim.

"Did Little Gretsch draw this all by herself?" Ling couldn't believe it was Little Gretsch's masterpiece, because Little Gretsch would be going to junior high school next year, and she could already imagine that her older sister would use Little Gretsch to teach her a lesson.

"Is that a painting of Yaqing...?" Kevin asked uncertainly.

"Brother Yaqing, does my drawing look like him?" Little Gretchen, who had already left Yaqing's embrace, looked up and asked innocently.

Yaqing gently stroked the texture of the oil painting with her fingers, and her thoughts were instantly pulled back to more than ten years ago. At that time, her sister would always take out photos of her father and mother, and one of them was extremely similar to this painting.

According to her older sister, their father didn't like taking pictures, so this was the only photo she had secretly taken, and it became the only photo of their father in the world. Yaqing could only look at the photo, but she had no memory of it.

His sister told him that this was their father, but why did he have no memory of him at all?

It turned out that he had never met his father.

Therefore, only when he was young and depended on his sister for survival did his sister hold tightly to that family photo without him.

"Dad said that once my younger brother or sister is born, we'll take another family photo, but why can't he do it..."

He didn't understand why his sister was crying, but he knew the person in the photo was his relative, his father.

"Brother Yaqing..."

Greta's voice brought him back to reality. Looking at the worried eyes of everyone, he realized that tears were already streaming down his face.

"Yaqing, are you alright?" Su asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Yaqing smiled, wiping away her tears and gently stroking little Gretchen's soft hair. "Little Gretchen, I'm just touched. I really love this gift. I'll definitely hang it by my bedside and admire it day and night."

Yaqing carefully picked up the picture frame, as if afraid of damaging it in the slightest.

Watching Yaqing's departing figure, Little Gretchen's mood plummeted; she could naturally sense Yaqing's change in mood.

"Did I do something wrong?"

“Gresh, you did nothing wrong. Aqing… he must be thinking of someone when he looks at this painting.” Möbius knelt down and gently comforted Gresh.

“Yaqing is acting strange.” Kevin said seriously, no longer teasing. “He cried. I’ve never seen him shed a tear before, not even when he broke his arm during the school sports meet.”

“Kevin, this is different from that time.” As a doctor, Su had seen too many life-and-death separations and saw Yaqing’s sadness. He patted Kevin on the shoulder: “That time it was physical pain, this time it’s psychological.”

“Who will go and comfort him?” Mei asked.

"I'm not good at comforting people." Qianjie was the first to refuse, and turned his back to leave, but then stopped and said without turning his head, "Hmph, I suddenly feel like making desserts. If you want, you can send them to him."

"Qianjie is so gentle~?" Alicia said.

"Hmph." Qian Jie did not refute, or rather, he disdained to refute.

"Then let the experts take the stage."

"Let Miss Fairy go and comfort him."

Vervi and Alicia spoke at the same time.

But no one noticed that Mebius had disappeared from the living room.

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Drunken Snake

Mebius arrived at Yaqing's bedroom door, knocked, and opened it, only to see Yaqing standing on the bed, intending to hang the oil painting on the wall above the bed.

Möbius leaned against the door and said, "You really intend to hang it on the wall? I thought you were just trying to make little Greta happy. It seems you really like this painting."

After slightly securing the picture frame, Yaqing jumped off the bed, dusted off imaginary dust from her hands, and said, "Sister Blan is back. Why aren't you staying in the living room to catch up? What are you doing here?"

Mebius walked into the room, sat down in Yaqing's favorite gaming chair with practiced ease, and said leisurely, "I don't like crowds."

“Senior, from this point of view, we are the same kind of people.” Yaqing took out a bottle of wine from the glass cabinet, but before she could even open it, she pulled out a wine glass from somewhere.

The purplish-red wine liquid swirls continuously in the stemmed glass.

"When did you become so sophisticated? You even have a glass of wine before bed." Mebius looked at Yaqing strangely. She remembered that although the cabinet was a refrigerator, it seemed to have always been used to store snacks and cola.

"I'm used to it. I developed this habit in Northern Europe. President Otto has always supervised my etiquette training. I don't want those old oranges to find any point to attack me." Yaqing has never been afraid of the board of directors, but even a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing around her can be very annoying.

"It sounds like the competition within Destiny is quite fierce?"

"How can I explain this to you?" Yaqing placed the wine on the table, and then took out two stemmed glasses and some small wine glasses.

"To give an analogy, this bottle of wine represents President Otto, who holds absolute leadership within the Destiny Group. He can freely pour the wine, which symbolizes power, into the glass." Yaqing poured the wine into a stemmed glass.

"And these three goblets represent the Kaslana family, the Shaniat family, and Theresa Apocalypse, who hold a significant place in Destiny, and they contain more wine than these smaller goblets."

“These small wine glasses are like the board of directors. Each glass may seem small, but when they work together, they can take away the wine in the stemmed glass.”

"got it?"

Yaqing gave a vivid explanation of the internal struggles within the Mandate of Heaven.

"So, the board has its eye on you? Doesn't anyone in Shaniat help you?" Mebius curiously picked up a glass of wine, poured himself a glass, smelled the aroma of grapes, took a sip, but choked.

"Cough cough cough..."

Yaqing handed over a tissue and said, "Those old guys in Shaniat hate me enough. They think I stole my parents' assets. Why would they help me?"

For Yaqing, wine was merely a beverage, but for Möbius, a single sip had already turned his cheeks bright red.

"Ha, you're already drunk?" Ya Qing couldn't help but laugh, looking at Mebius who already had snot bubbles in his nose, and silently took out her phone to take a picture.

"Senior Mebius? Senior?" Yaqing shook Mebius's body, but Mebius, who was already asleep, just rolled over in her gaming chair.

"Don't bother me..." Möbius, drunk and asleep, had a completely different demeanor than when she was sober. The way she muttered to herself made her look as cute as a girl next door.

"You'll catch a cold sleeping here," Yaqing said softly, as if coaxing a child.

“I don’t want to…” Möbius turned his head, his cheeks flushed, his smile innocent, and opened his arms, “Hug me.”

“Senior, men and women shouldn’t touch each other.” Yaqing refused.

Upon hearing Ya Qing's refusal, the drunken Möbius looked at Ya Qing with a pitiful expression, as if to say, "If you don't hug me, I'll cry."

"I must have lost my mind to bring out the wine. If you touch even a drop of wine again next time, I'll... never mind." Yaqing hooked her arm around Mebius's leg and picked him up in a princess carry.

Drunk, Mebius had lost his usual stubbornness and wanted nothing more than to shrink into Yaqing's arms.

Yaqing didn't notice that the bedroom door had been pushed open a crack at some point.

"Don't push, don't push."

"Oh dear, let me see."

"I never expected Dr. Möbius to be so cute when he's drunk! He'd be even better in the little dress I gave him!

"Sister, don't push me!"