Weilan: I Am Not a Honkai Impact God

Single heroine. Unflowered When she died in your hands, she asked you something. "Who are you calling?" She doesn't remember you. I don't remember that bracelet, I don't remember the sentence "Brother's white flowers are so beautiful", I don't remember that her purple eyes once looked at you under the moonlight of the Gobi and said that your blood was so hot. You remember. The night you jumped over the wall and ran out of Holy Trinity when you were twelve years old, your wings spread out under the moonlight, and you didn't know what you were going to face. Civil war. Black market. Children in cages. The white wings were cut off and piled in the corner. That voice in your heart that never shuts up. You think that as long as you are strong enough, you can protect everyone. You never thought that one day the person who needs to be stabbed by you would be her. Thousand. The bracelet she made for you is still wrapped around your left wrist. The stitches are crooked and the blood cannot be washed away. Stack it with the white flower hair rope that Weihua gave you. Your hands didn't shake when you killed her. Neither did it later. You just think about it every night, if you didn't take a long way in the Gobi that day, if she didn't have time to finish saying "keep it with you", if her blood didn't splash on that bracelet - what would you look like now. You do not know. There are so many things you don't know. You don't know where the black suit took her body, you don't know what Honkai Will planted in her heart, you don't know that she is living on the other side of the desert with a face you can no longer recognize, forgetting more things