Chapter 623: Father-Daughter Affection Unforgettable

Not mentioning the silently crying Dehya—far in Mondstadt, Rosaria also shed tears.

In the dim part of the cathedral, Rosaria gripped the wine bottle in her hand tightly—fingers turning white.

A cool liquid fell into the wine bottle—tears diluting a bit of the wine's intensity.

As a nun, she normally wouldn't take out wine in the cathedral, but this time she really couldn't hold back.

She remembered what that person said to her—not gentle, but heartwarming.

"Girl, you have to... live well."

Rosaria took a small sip—the spicy wine couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart.

Barbara was right beside her, eyes closed praying—as if she didn't see.

In fact, Rosaria rarely cried watching stories up to now, but this story really poked her heart—poked painfully.

Many people were like Rosaria—liking the prophecy book not because every story is touching, but because some story, some moment poked the reader's heart.

Perhaps because of Aether's "where there's Lumine, that's home"—perhaps because of Bosacius's "all hold the line two hundred li outside the Chasm."

Because of Venti's "can I entrust my old friend's soul to you?"—Zhongli's "protect one corner of the mortal world."

Even Greater Lord Rukkhadevata in the future saying "may you have sweet dreams tonight"—Furina reaching her hand into the Primordial Sea at that moment.

It was the touching from such moments that was instantaneous, but the emotion lasting—merely because of one instant's touching, readers were willing to keep reading this story.

Everyone wanted to know what ending this story that once touched them would welcome.

The current Rosaria had thoroughly found her own portion of touching.

The person who adopted her perhaps wasn't as gentle and "childish" as Kusayla, but that person also gave her the chance to choose her future.

Only what she held wasn't a "toy sword," but a poison-quenched dagger.

Though the result was the same, perhaps due to different growth environments leading to differences—Dehya and Rosaria, the two women's personalities and ways of doing things differed.

Dehya was like a ball of fire—she more warmed others, like the sun brightly proclaiming her existence.

Rosaria was ice—she didn't warm, even cold, but she would also like the dark and cold night envelop and guard Mondstadt.

Also, Dehya had some self-mocking tendencies—Rosaria preferred attacking others over self-mocking.

But no matter what, they both became themselves—unique flowers.

Perhaps kind and firm people, no matter what growth environment, will bloom in the end.

Because kind, they more want to help others; because firm, they won't wither from one setback.

Only most people perhaps aren't that firm, lacking some courage.

At this time, there would be people like Kusayla standing out to give everyone courage—then his spirit would infect one person after another!

This story and the previous one were too infectious—strong enough that merely two sentences would make people emotional.

"There's no evil dragon anymore, old man"— "Because, we are Matras."

The infectious power of these two sentences was strong—to now after finishing the story, everyone merely seeing these two sentences would have sour noses.

Nilou was like this—she had finished the story, yet still couldn't help wanting to review.

Clearly every time seeing this part would cry, but she just wanted to see—perhaps sometimes people just want to cry to vent emotions.

Should be like this—at least Navia now was like this.

Father-daughter story she really could empathize too much—so her tears from beginning to end couldn't be stopped, but she tried controlling her expression.

Navia hugged her legs curled on the sofa, thinking in her heart—are all fathers that "willful"?

They are all this "willful"—doing anything never discussing with their daughters.

They are all this great—never fearing sacrificing themselves to pave the way for daughters.

They always silently ignite themselves, only to lay a layer of ashes under daughters' feet—soft yet scorching.

Navia tightened her arms hugging her legs—just emotionally low, she heard a voice beside her.

"So I said long ago—if you want to cry, I can be a hug pillow." Lucian said, conveniently handing tissues.

Yes, Lucian this time had always been in Fontaine's home—because he felt this story might be too critical for Navia.

"I didn't cry..."

"Besides, hug you? I think you should go see Furina—she won't hit you." Navia said while sniffling.

Lucian being this "cheap" disrupted Navia's sadness—instead no longer immersed in sorrow.

Navia and Furina had been together long—though not knowing some of Furina's secrets, but understanding Furina's personality.

Don't look at Furina already lived five hundred years—actually personality still little girl's, just Furina very knowing limits, not willful.

On the other side, Furina's state was indeed different from Navia's—she felt she cried a bit too much; she wanted to hold back tears.

But after finishing this story, how to hold back—as Teyvat's famous director—Director Fu, Furina had seen many stories.

But the most touching stories nothing more than four words "based on true events."

Thinking this happened in reality, Furina fundamentally couldn't restrain her emotions—she was originally an emotional person.

Furina threw herself into the soft bed, waving limbs—as if a joyful fish.

"Damn it! Lucian!! You're damn!!"

Lucian not only recited—he really appeared at the perfect time.

"Thinking about me?" Lucian grinned.

Furina didn't even wipe tears, didn't care about her current raccoon face—a carp flip standing up from bed.

Dancing fists rushing toward Lucian—duel before the throne! Wrong, I'm the "throne"... anyway, I demand a duel with you!

At this time, there was also a Hydro Vision holder with the same thought as Furina—this person was—Tartaglia.

Yes, loving battle more than thinking Tartaglia was also conquered by this story.

Like Rosaria, reading stories this long—really wounding Tartaglia to this degree was the first time.

He really substituted into the story, but he substituted as the "father" role.

Protecting child's dreams, giving child free choice—this was always what he wanted to do.

"Sigh, really want to go to Sumeru spar with comrades."

Tartaglia in the future really went—and in sparring dodged the water clone giving Lucian's real body a hit.

Just this hit traumatized Lucian enough to remember him a lifetime.

Previously fighting Tartaglia got traumatized—this spar got traumatized again!