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Chapter 623: Father-Daughter Affection Unforgettable · Oct 31, 2026

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601 Chapter 601: Forbidden Knowledge 2026-10-31
602 Chapter 602: The Desert Forgot Everything 2026-10-31
603 Chapter 603: After the Dust Settles 2026-10-31
604 Chapter 604: The Final Discussion 2026-10-31
605 Chapter 605: Pay Attention to the Prophecy Book 2026-10-31
606 Chapter 606: Lupus Aureus Chapter 2026-10-31
607 Chapter 607: Dori’s Intelligence Price 2026-10-31
608 Chapter 608: 750,000 Mora 2026-10-31
609 Chapter 609: Investigation in Progress 2026-10-31
610 Chapter 610: Gradually Closing in on the Truth 2026-10-31
611 Chapter 611: Murtada Radkani 2026-10-31
612 Chapter 612: Taj Radkani 2026-10-31
613 Chapter 613: Because We Are Matras 2026-10-31
614 Chapter 614: The Beginning of Dehya’s Story 2026-10-31
615 Chapter 615: The ’Childish’ Father 2026-10-31
616 Chapter 616: Stop Monitoring My Life, Prophet! 2026-10-31
617 Chapter 617: The Past Told by Shazaman 2026-10-31
618 Chapter 618: He Died Long Ago 2026-10-31
619 Chapter 619: What Is the Oath of Victory? 2026-10-31
620 Chapter 620: There’s No Evil Dragon Anymore, Old Man 2026-10-31
621 Chapter 621: A Letter 2026-10-31
622 Chapter 622: An Unqualified Good Person, A Qualified Father 2026-10-31
623 Chapter 623: Father-Daughter Affection Unforgettable 2026-10-31
624 Chapter 624: The Grieving Crowd Thought of the Culprit 2026-10-31
625 Chapter 625: Preparations for the Fifth Act in Progress 2026-10-31
626 Chapter 626: Has Ei Started Playing Mind Games? 2026-10-31
627 Chapter 627: Ei Still Has No Brain 2026-10-31
628 Chapter 628: The Fifth Act, Curtain Rise 2026-10-31
629 Chapter 629: Catching Teammates 2026-10-31
630 Chapter 630: The Doctor’s Voice 2026-10-31
631 Chapter 631: Even the Dogs by the Roadside Have to Get Roasted Twice 2026-10-31
632 Chapter 632: Hey hey hey, the blame’s coming! 2026-10-31
633 Chapter 633: Entering the Akademiya 2026-10-31
634 Chapter 634: Azar’s “Grand Words” 2026-10-31
635 Chapter 635: Alhaitham Starts Performing 2026-10-31
636 Chapter 636: Alhaitham Takes MVP 2026-10-31
637 Chapter 637: Nahida’s Inner Voice 2026-10-31
638 Chapter 638: Nilou’s Role 2026-10-31
639 Chapter 639: Alhaitham’s Final Ripple 2026-10-31
640 Chapter 640: Nahida: Nice to Meet You 2026-10-31

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!

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