Zongman: Traveling through time and becoming Fu Hua's sister

"Mom, I had a dream... a very long dream."

Cecilia leaned against Cecilia's thigh, but she didn't dare to look Cecilia in the eye.

What kind of dream was it?

"In my dream, I was captured and taken to a laboratory. I watched my friends die one by one in front of me. Later, I turned into a monster, and I killed so many people, even innocent ones..."

"Do you feel guilty?"

"Guilt... Why should I feel guilty? Because those people tortured me like a guinea pig? They were the ones who hurt me first! They locked me in a cage, pierced my skin with syringes, watched my friends die one by one while laughing and recording data... Those innocent people were all the beneficiaries, yes, they were all the beneficiaries of the experiment. The purpose of the experiment was to study the Holy Marks to combat Honkai, and those ordinary people were the beneficiaries. They were the ones who pushed me into it..."

Celine's voice grew softer and softer until she couldn't even hear herself saying anything.

Cecilia hugged Celine, and although Celine knew it was a dream, she still felt very warm.

"If you truly felt no guilt, you wouldn't be thinking about these issues, which means you haven't been blinded by hatred."

"I'm just repaying them with double the pain I've suffered. This power was never meant to be mine. Since they gave me this power, I'll show them what it's all about!"

"The blood of the innocent is not what you want. What you harbor in your heart has never been the desire for destruction. All you want is love."

Cecilia held Cecilia in her arms, tears streaming down her face. She heard voices echoing in her ears—voices buried deep within her memories: the screams of the innocent, the prayers of ordinary people. These voices were strikingly similar to those uttered by Bella and the others in the Tower of Babel.

Hatred is the armor that protects you, but now that armor is wounding you. This is not weakness; it is the longing for beauty that still resides in your heart, slowly prying open that armor and healing your wounds.

You can remember the pain of the Tower of Babel, and you can also acknowledge the guilt in your heart. You can hate those who hurt you, and you can also feel sorrow for the innocent victims. Both of these are part of who you truly are.

"But I...I..."

Celine cried even harder, hugging Cecilia tightly, but she quickly realized something was wrong and immediately looked up.

"Wait, how do you know about the Tower of Babel? I didn't tell you you weren't created from a dream..."

Before Cecilia could finish speaking, Cecilia pulled her into her arms, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Cirin, poor child. You are just a child consumed by hatred, yearning for love. The confusion in your heart is the beginning of redemption. Don't rush to atone for your sins; first, learn to reconcile with this painful and resentful self. Just as I've always believed, you deserve to be loved, and you deserve a life free from the clutches of hatred..."

Cecilia wanted to say something more, but when she opened her eyes again, Cecilia was gone, and all she could see was a sky full of fireworks.

Celine's hand unconsciously reached towards the sky, as if she were trying to grab something, but she didn't.

"Happy New Year. Oh dear, why is our Queen crying?"

Fu Kun looked down at Xi Lin, who was lying on the ground, and Xi Lin quickly wiped away her tears when she saw Fu Kun.

"Who's crying! I just stayed in a dream for too long, and my eyes are sore!"

Xilin sat on the grass, rubbing her eyes. Fu Kun helped Xilin up and then tugged at her hair.

"Why has your hair turned into a gradient color? Wait, why is it still changing?"

In the blink of an eye, Sirin's hair turned purple, and her body shrank.

"Is this a return to the origin?"

Fu Kun looked at Xilin curiously, and even picked up her hair to smell it, but was quickly pushed away by Fu Shi who arrived.

"Happy New Year, Sirin, how was your dream?"

"not bad......"

"Then you should be able to meet them, right?"

As he spoke, Fu Shi grabbed Sirin's head with both hands and adjusted her perspective to Kiana's side, who was not far away. At this moment, Kiana was with Siegfried and Durandal, with Mei and Rita also nearby.

"Although Kiana is a projection, she is the real person. You and she are theoretically the same person, right?"

Xilin was silent for a while, then broke free from Fu Shi's hand. Of course, Fu Shi let go voluntarily.

"I'll go by myself..."

As she spoke, Sirin slowly walked towards Kiana. Kiana and the others were quite surprised to see Sirin, mainly because Sirin had returned to her previous appearance, which stunned Siegfried.

"You are... Sirin?"

Sirin ignored Kiana and walked towards Siegfried, whispering something to him...

"dad......"

Fu Shi didn't know if Sirin and Kiana had reconciled, but from a distance they seemed to be getting along quite well. Siegfried was very drunk, with a wide smile on his face, and he had one arm around Kiana and Sirin, while Durandal was supporting Siegfried with both hands to prevent him from suddenly passing out.

"Master, you did a great job with that!"

"What? Which hand?"

"That's the trick. You implanted Cecilia's memories into Cecilia's dream, so that Cecilia in the dream knew that you were the one who built the Tower of Babel. This made Cecilia think that it was the real Cecilia talking to her, and she cried even harder."

“I see… But I didn’t instill Cecilia’s memories into her. I had complete control over that dream, and Cecilia’s memories wouldn’t wander into the minds of other dream characters.”

Fu Kun was stunned. She thought it was Fu Shi's daily pleasurable behavior after he turned into the Masked Fool, but it turned out not to be.

"Eh? Since you didn't intervene, Master, then who is Cecilia in Sirin's dream...?"

"Who knows? It can't really be Cecilia's remaining consciousness..."

After saying that, Fu Shi smiled and waved his hand, then went back to find Fu Hua and the Herrscher of Knowledge, while Fu Kun was still looking towards Sirin.

Suddenly, Fu Kun seemed to sense something and looked down. She noticed a flower where Xilin had just been lying, a flower that shouldn't be there.

Fu Kun squatted down and picked the flower, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Cecilia Flower, a specialty of Mondstadt, grows only in cold, windy high places, as untouchable as a wanderer. This is not a place for you to grow, and you shouldn't even exist in this world..."

Before Fu Kun could figure it out, a gentle breeze swept the Cecilia flower away. The Cecilia flower drifted in the wind, its petals scattering, but Fu Kun could still smell its unique fragrance.

"How strange, even a gentle breeze could snatch the flower from my hand... Or perhaps, it wasn't the wind that snatched it at all..."