Genshin Impact: I wrote the plot into a novel to spoil the future

Zhongli and Wendy found it hard to let go of their own stories back then!

Needless to say, other more emotional people, like Funina, have already broken down countless times before even seeing her own story.

Fortunately, Dina Zede, who was next to Dixia, had regained her composure and was able to comfort Dixia.

"No, this is important, important." The handwriting became slightly messy at this point, whether Kucera was restraining his nostalgic emotions or he was a little drunk was unknown.

"The purpose of me writing this is to tell you that if you find out everything, don't be sad for me."

"Because, actually, I am not your father at all."

The two short sentences, each word like a knife, caused Dixia's pupils to suddenly contract. The surrounding noise gradually faded away, leaving only the deafening, violent pounding of her heart in her chest.

A devastating blow! The moment those words were uttered, not only Dixia, but many readers also felt their eyes well up with tears.

No one intended to cry, but for some reason, as soon as those words came out, before their minds had a chance to process them, tears were already streaming down their faces.

Even some people who weren't crying before were moved to tears by this sentence.

If Kucera is Dixia's father, then this is a touching story.

But he wasn't, so the story becomes not only touching, but also great.

Dixia was stunned, and even Dina Zedei forgot to comfort Dixia.

He loved Dixia so much and sacrificed so much for her, yet he wasn't Dixia's father?

I'm already emotional even before seeing what happens next! That old man said, "Don't be sad for me!" Knowing that makes me even sadder?!

Do you really think that just because you're not my biological father, I'll have no feelings for you?!

Really?!

That's why I said, I really don't understand what you're thinking! Bizarre, self-righteous...

Dixia lowered her head, clenched her teeth, and tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the book.

The words became somewhat blurry in her vision, which was already blurred by tears, but she could still see them clearly; they were her father's boasting.

"I was really powerful when I was young, a hundred times more powerful than that 'Blazing Lion,' hehe."

"They can do anything, from the heavens to the earth. It feels like if they just work hard, they can take over the entire desert."

This is Kucera boasting; he seems to be trying to ease the tension because he's worried that Dixia will be upset.

However, seeing such content did not alleviate people's emotions; instead, it made them feel even more heartbroken.

Because this text is so vivid, it's as if Kousela is really speaking his own story here.

Even without seeing the illustration, everyone can imagine him bragging, and can even "smell" the alcohol on him.

He boasted like that, yet it didn't evoke any disgust in anyone.

"And then, one day I was drinking alone in the desert, and I saw you as a baby."

"Lying there, so small, so small that if the wind and sand blow for a while longer, they could bury you."

The illustration shows Desia as an infant, but this time, instead of mercenaries, there is only endless yellow sand around her.

If Kusela hadn't found her, what would have drowned Disia wouldn't have been 'love' but yellow sand.

"Later I told Idrissi and the others that I had made a mistake outside, and they didn't suspect me at all."

"I'm so sorry for lying to them my whole life. I had no other choice."

"I'm their leader, I can't exactly tell them that I just suddenly wanted to be a 'father'..."

"I almost threw up the wine I just drank, hahaha."

Idrissi and the others were also watching the story, their hearts heavy.

This boss has been deceiving them their whole lives, not just Dixia, but everyone else too.

He took the blame for them, went to burn those 'evidence' on his own, and then there was the matter of Dixia—he didn't discuss any of this with them. What a willful person!

Yet this willful man was the leader they were willing to follow. Idris wiped away his tears.

Looking at it this way, Desia and Kusela are really similar; they are both 'willful' people.

Dixia is actually someone who likes to take responsibility on her own; in the main storyline, she will go to negotiate with Rahman on her own.

In this story, she herself wants to solve the desert problem on her own.

If Dina Zede hadn't known Dishia so well and kept asking, this story would have been Dishia's adventure all by herself.

From this perspective, although Desia and Kusela are not biologically related, they are closer than father and daughter.

"Alright, Desia."

"You have the freedom and kindness we all dream of. Choose your own path in life."

The letter ends here; it's not long, just a father's instructions to his daughter.

However, though words are few, feelings are deep, and the emotions conveyed can be felt even by those not directly involved.

Cousela wasn't a good person in the strictest sense, and he didn't quite succeed as a bad person either, but in the end, no one could deny that he was a good father.

It's as if many 'failures' were finally combined to form a 'pass'.

As he himself wrote, he may not want to have so many identities; he just wants to be a 'father' and a qualified father.

A scoundrel who grew up in the desert picked up a 'pearl' from the desert—the freedom and kindness that desert people dream of.

[Dishia silently sighed with relief: "...Really, in the end, they still treat me like a child."]

Kusera told Dixia to make her own decision, and Dixia had already made her decision: she was going to find the person who had abandoned her.

"Not for any other reason than to tell him about this story."

"—There once existed a carefree, reckless, naive yet great person."

"I also had the opportunity to grow into who I am today."

Another tearful outburst; this moment was a testament to the daughter's understanding and acceptance of her father.

From resistance to understanding, what a father could want most is this.

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Character Voice Lines - Shen He: About Kusela

"He's a good father, and it makes me want to take off the red string and cry too..."

Chapter 623 The Unforgettable Bond Between Father and Daughter

Not to mention the silent weeping Desia, even Rosalia, far away in Mondstadt, shed tears.

In the shadows of the church, Rosalia gripped the bottle of wine tightly, her fingers turning white.

A cold liquid fell into the bottle, and the tears diluted the alcohol's strength slightly.

As a nun, she wouldn't normally bring out alcohol in the church, but this time she just couldn't resist.

She remembered what that person had said to her; it wasn't gentle, but it was heartwarming.

'Girl, you must live well.'

Rosalia took a small sip of the liquor, but the pungent taste couldn't suppress the sorrow in her heart.

Barbara stood by with her eyes closed, praying as if she hadn't seen anything.

In fact, Rosalia rarely cries when reading stories, but this story really touched her heart and caused her pain.

Like Rosalia, many people like the Book of Prophecy not because every story is touching, but because a particular story or moment resonates with the reader.

Perhaps it was because of Kong's words, "Home is where the stars are," or perhaps it was because of Fushe's words, "Everyone must hold the line two hundred miles outside the rocky outcrops."

Because of Wendy's "Can I have the soul of my old friend?" and Zhongli's "Protecting a corner of this floating world".

Even in the future, when the Great Tree King says, "May you have sweet dreams tonight," and when Funina puts her hand into the primordial seawater.

The emotion brought by such a moment is also momentary, but the feeling is lasting. Just because of a moment of emotion, readers are willing to keep reading the story.

Everyone wants to know how this story that moved them will end.

At this moment, Rosalia finally found her own sense of being moved.

The person who adopted her may not have been as gentle or 'naive' as Kousela, but that person also gave her the opportunity to choose her future.

However, what she held in her hand was not a 'toy sword,' but a poisoned dagger.

Although the outcome was the same, perhaps due to their different upbringing, the two girls, Desia and Rosalia, had different personalities and ways of doing things.

Dixia is like a flame; she warms others and proclaims her existence as brightly as the sun.

Rosalia, on the other hand, is ice. She is not warm, but rather cold, yet she will envelop and protect Mondstadt like a dark and cold night.

Also, Desia has a tendency to make fun of herself, while Rosalia prefers to attack others rather than make fun of herself.

But no matter what, they all became themselves, unique flowers.

Perhaps kind and determined people will eventually blossom no matter what kind of environment they grow up in.

Because of their kindness, they want to help others; because of their strength, they will not wither and die when faced with setbacks.

However, most people may not be that strong and lack some courage.

At this time, people like Kucera will stand up and give everyone courage, and their spirit will inspire one person after another!

Both this story and the previous one are incredibly moving, so powerful that just a few sentences can get you emotionally invested.

'There are no more dragons, old man.' 'Because we are the disciplinary officers.'

These two sentences are so powerful that even now, after reading the story, people feel a lump in their throat just by seeing them.

Nilu was like that; she had already finished reading the story, but she still couldn't help wanting to revisit it.

She cries every time she watches this scene, but she just wants to watch it. Maybe sometimes people just want to cry to release their emotions.

That should be the case, at least that's how it is for Navia right now.

She was so deeply empathetic to the father-daughter story that she couldn't hold back her tears from beginning to end, but she tried her best to control her expression.

Navia curled up on the sofa, hugging her legs, wondering if all fathers were so 'willful'?

They are all so 'willful' that they never consult their daughter before doing anything.

They were all so great, never afraid to sacrifice themselves to pave the way for their daughter.

They always love to silently ignite themselves, just to lay a layer of ashes at their daughter's feet—soft yet fiery.

Navia tightened her grip on her legs, and in her low spirits, she heard a voice beside her.

"That's why I said a long time ago that if you want to cry, I can be your body pillow," Lin Qiu said, handing over a tissue.

That's right, Lin Qiu stayed at Fontaine's house the whole time because he felt that the story might have been too much of a blow to Navia.

"I didn't cry..."

"Besides, she was even hugging you! I think you should go see Funina, she won't hit you," Navia said between sobs.

Lin Qiu's "foolish" actions disrupted Navia's sorrow, preventing her from dwelling on it.

Navia and Funina have known each other for a long time. Although she doesn't know some of Funina's secrets, she understands Funina's personality.

Despite being 500 years old, Funina still has the personality of a young girl, but she knows her limits and is not willful.

On the other side, Funina's condition was indeed different from Navia's. She felt that she had cried too much and she wanted to hold back her tears.

But how could one resist after reading this story? As a well-known Teyvat director, Funina has seen many stories.

But the most touching story can be summed up in four words: 'based on true events'.

The thought that this was actually happening overwhelmed Funina with her emotions; she was, after all, a very emotional person.

Funina pounced onto the soft bed, wiggling her limbs like a frolicking fish.

"Damn it! Qiuqiu!! You're awful!!"

Lin Qiu not only recited the mantra, but he also appeared at just the right moment.

"Thinking about me?" Lin Qiu asked with a grin.

Fu Ningna didn't even wipe away her tears, nor did she care about her current disheveled appearance. She sprang up from the bed with a somersault.