Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Hey, Fu Xuan, let's go back."

Fan Mu looked at the stars in the sky, twinkling, and the streets at the foot of the mountain were still shining. With the arrival of night, the world seemed to have quieted down, but it also seemed not to be. He could still hear the hustle and bustle of people walking around him, and it seemed that there was no dark place in the whole world.

"Going back? It's still early, come walk around with me for a while." Fu Xuan said softly.

"Shop around, okay."

Fan Mu had no other opinions. To him, whatever Fu Xuan said was what it was and he would not disobey.

There was also light on the hill, but there were not many people around. A cold wind was blowing, making the leaves rustle. Without workers to clean the ground, the ground was soon covered with a layer of fallen leaves.

The two walked slowly, and the fallen leaves made a crunching sound when they stepped on them.

Fan Mu didn’t know what Fu Xuan wanted to do or where she wanted to go, and he didn’t ask much. For him, as long as he could be with her now, that was enough.

He would be content as long as he could be with Fu Xuan.

The two of them walked until they reached the top of the rockery and a little deeper inside. The noise in their ears disappeared, leaving only the sound of them stepping on the leaves.

It was normal for Fu Xuan to hold his hand. She would do the same in the past, and he didn't have any special feelings. It was just that now... knowing that they would eventually be separated, Fan Mu especially cherished every minute and every second with her.

Even though he knew that the day they would part would probably be a long time away, he was still anxious and terrified. He was afraid of that day, at least for now. Whether he would get used to it or be mentally prepared in the future was a matter for the future.

The two of them walked slowly towards the top of the mountain in the moonlight, in the dark night, under the starry sky, and against the cold wind.

The hill was not very high, about 100 meters, and the mountaineering path was not very far. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Fu Xuan walked in front of him, blocking the cold wind sweeping in from the top of the mountain.

She held his hand. Both of them were not very tall. From a distance, they looked like two children who had a quarrel and ran away from home, climbing the mountain together in silence.

At night, the starry sky is like a vast painting, spread out on the dark sky. The stars in the sky are like thousands of diamonds, embellishing the splendor of the night sky.

Like a wordless poem, the melody lingers in the darkness, like a lit note, quietly telling the mysteries of the universe.

The night wind is poetic and picturesque, like a wordless poem, interpreting its rhythm in silence. When the hustle and bustle of the day gradually dissipates, the night wind gently blows across the earth, bringing the beauty of tranquility and deep thinking.

When you reach the top of the mountain, it seems to be separated from the glory of the city and merged into the darkness.

The grass on the top of the mountain grew lushly, densely growing up to the calf level. It was emerald green under the starlight, and occasionally a few unknown flowers could be seen in the grass.

Walking in the grass, the sound gradually overlapped with the rustling sound of the leaves around me driven by the wind. I don't know why, but I don't feel itchy or tingling when I step on the grass.

"sit."

Fu Xuan finally spoke, sat down on the ground, sat in the grass, and patted the grass beside him.

"Ah."

Fan Mu sat down, and the night wind blew again, this time it was even colder.

He turned his head to look at Fu Xuan and found that she was looking up at the starry sky. The starlight shone on her, making her look so peaceful and beautiful. She had long pink hair, but in his eyes it inexplicably matched the black night sky.

There were some hairpins and gems hanging on her pink hair, which were sparkling with the light of the starry sky. What attracted his attention most was the Dharma Eye on her forehead, which seemed to reflect the starry sky.

"Do you... blame me?"

Suddenly, Fu Xuan spoke slowly.

"No, why should I blame Fu Xuan?"

Fan Mu looked puzzled and scratched his hair, as if he didn't understand why she suddenly said that.

Fu Xuan gently rubbed his head. At this moment, Fan Mu didn't feel cold at all. After a moment of confusion, he realized that it was not his illusion. The cold wind blew past him and he only felt a little bit of coolness.

Boom!

"Woo!"

"What else are you pretending to be?"

Fu Xuan withdrew her hand, glanced at him lightly, and looked at the stars in the sky again. Fan Mu pouted and looked up at the starry sky like her.

"I'm sorry, Fan Mu!" Fu Xuan's voice was filled with hesitation, helplessness and self-blame, "I may not be a good...mother."

She uttered the last two words softly, feeling full of powerlessness.

"That's impossible!" Fan Mu immediately retorted: "Fu Xuan feeds me, clothes me, and lets me live in such a big room. That's already very good!"

Not to mention...he is not Sister Fu Xuan's biological child, he is just a disgusting guy who was picked up.

"Yes, I give you food, shelter, and clothes!" She sighed first, then looked at him and said faintly: "But...is this enough? Do you really need these?"

Naturally, what she gave to Fan Mu over the years was the best, but this goodness was within her requirements. In order to prevent Fan Mu from growing up in a wrong direction and from comparing with others, and also to prevent others from gossiping, everything was controlled within a certain limit.

It can be said that anyone with a little money can afford it. If it wasn't her who saw Fan Mu in the beginning, if she had sent Fan Mu to a good family, wouldn't everything be different...

Fu Xuan's eyes flashed. No, Fan Mu and she were destined to be together. No accidents would happen. He would definitely return to her in the end.

Fan Mu stared at her blankly, meeting her inexplicable gaze, not knowing how to respond.

Does he blame Fu Xuan?

No blame...Does he really think so? He himself doesn't know.

Giving him food and shelter, is that enough?

"I...I want Fu Xuan to stay with me longer."

Somehow, he finally hesitated and spoke haltingly. After he finished speaking, he regretted it and lowered his head, not daring to look Fu Xuan in the eyes.

He...has put Fu Xuan in a difficult position. Will Fu Xuan hate him?

But underneath this feeling of regret, there was also a hint of expectation. He was expecting Fu Xuan to agree to his request, and he was both afraid and looking forward to hearing the answer.

What if, what if Fu Xuan agreed to him?

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

Fan Mu's heart, which had originally been somewhat lucky, suddenly felt like it was poured with a bucket of cold water. It was cold, very cold. Perhaps it was really cold on the top of the mountain. After sitting for a long time, he felt his hands and feet were cold.

Did he really make Fu Xuan feel embarrassed?

He wanted to go back, back to bed, where at least he could sleep next to Fu Xuan and have all the dreams he wanted.

He wanted to speak, wanted to go back, but before he could open his mouth, Fu Xuan spoke, and the first sentence was...

"sorry!"