Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Well, you mean this is what Jing Yuan and the others commissioned you to do?"

Ji Zi frowned and looked at the people from March 7 with a dangerous look in her eyes.

"Ha ha."

San Yueqi touched the back of his head, shrank his neck in fear of the look in his eyes, and spoke in a timid voice.

"Well, this is not...we have no choice, we can't refuse!"

"Here, Fan Mu has also lost his memory, isn't it just right if they really know each other? I don't think they have any ill intentions!"

"You..." Ji Zi held her forehead and sighed helplessly, "No matter what, you have to discuss it with me before making a decision. Forget it, things have come to this point, there is nothing we can do."

do you know it?

If Fan Mu really knows them, that would be a good place to go.

He paced for a while and said thoughtfully.

"Okay, if that's the case, then let's wait for their notification to see if they made a mistake..."

…………

Luofu.

Fan Mu was holding a bowl of fried potatoes in his hand, looking at the familiar scenery around him, then he turned his head slightly to look at the figure beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Miss March Seven, what can I do for you?"

"I've told you don't have to call me Miss March Seventh. Just call me March." March Seventh curled her lips, took a bite of the stinky tofu in her hand viciously, her eyes wandering as she looked somewhere in the alley.

"Well... there's nothing special. I just finally solved the trouble here and wanted to wander around and buy some things. I'm bored alone, so I asked you to accompany me!"

"That's it!"

Fan Mu nodded. He had also heard from Dan Heng about what happened in the past week. It was quite exciting, including the defeat of the Lord of Extinction.

I don’t know if it was the figure as big as the world in his memory. He clearly didn’t see anything on the train, so why was it so weak?

While eating the potatoes in his hand, he was wondering whether he should get some shredded ginger. He looked so absent-minded that he didn't even notice when a figure appeared in front of him.

boom!

The two figures collided, Fan Mu staggered and almost fell to the ground, then he came to his senses and looked at the figure he had knocked over.

"Are you OK?"

As he said that, he subconsciously wanted to reach out to help, but when he caught a glimpse of that familiar pink hair, his outstretched hand froze in the air.

"I am fine."

The familiar voice was childish, full of girlishness, and had a hint of majesty.

Fu Xuan patted his sleeves and stood up, smilingly pulling up his hand that was frozen in the air. It was tender and soft, like a carved jade, small and very delicate.

"Are you alright?"

A rhetorical question pulled Fan Mu back to his senses. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and replied: "I'm fine. I'm sorry. I was distracted when I was walking just now. Since you are okay, I will leave first."

Shaking his head, he turned around and wanted to leave, not wanting to have too much contact with Fu Xuan.

It doesn’t matter whether this encounter was an accident or man-made, just leave now.

"Ah."

Fu Xuan didn't say much about his leaving, and responded calmly, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Such an attitude should have been a good thing for Fan Mu, but her eyes never left him for a moment, as if there was something very attractive about him.

Being stared at in this way, Fan Mu's heartbeat began to quicken.

Did she remember something?

Why are you staring at yourself?

Shouldn't she be working at this time? Why is she here?

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, walking quickly until he turned a corner and the unobstructed sight behind him disappeared, and his rapidly beating heart slowly slowed down.

Why? You said you didn’t care, why did you run away?

He pressed his chest.

If he doesn't want to meet someone, it means he's afraid of trouble. Why would he want to run away?

Why do I feel like I'm running away?

Fan Mu was puzzled. He leaned against the wall behind him, half of his body shrunk into the darkness, his eyes slightly drooped, thinking.

"Hey! Fan Mu! Why did you run away?"

San Yueqi's noisy voice came from the side, looking at him in confusion.

Fan Mu met her eyes and stared at her for a few seconds. San Yue Qi's sight began to wander. He withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Nothing. Is there anything else you want to buy? Buy it first. I want to go back."

It's very rude to say this, but it's already polite to someone who sold himself out.

"Oh."

San Yueqi knew she was in the wrong, so she shrank her head, with embarrassment written all over her face. It was actually very difficult for her to be caught between two sides, not to mention that both sides were right.

……

Return to the room.

Fan Mu stood in front of the window, looking at the huge building outside, and remained silent for a long time.

Judging from Fu Xuan and San Yueqi's performance today, it can be seen that 80% of this encounter was deliberately arranged.

Did she remember it too?

But didn’t the system say that what was simulated this time would not happen?

No, that's not right...

She probably hasn't remembered it yet, at least not completely.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have deliberately arranged this encounter. He must have wanted to confirm something. If you think about it this way, the so-called danger he encountered before was also fake!

This also proves why San Yue Qi and others were able to come back so dramatically.

His eyes became deep. Was it because he was unsure, or he hadn't remembered it completely, or maybe... he was trying to figure out his own attitude?

And the fact is just as he thought.

General's Mansion.

Fu Xuan sipped the bitter melon juice in his hand. In front of him was a half-broken chessboard, but his attention was not on it. He was lost in thought, not knowing whether he was thinking about the next move or what he was thinking about.

"Fu Qing, how is it?"

Jingyuan took a small bite of the fruit, smiled, and propped up his head to look at her.

"Not very good, Fan Mu... doesn't seem to want to recognize me." Fu Xuan's eyes were lonely, and with her current body shape, she looked more like a child who didn't get her favorite toy.

After the test just now, she was sure that Fan Mu had memories, but... why was he unwilling to recognize her?

Aren't they a family? Fan Mu was so well behaved before, and he wanted to stick to him all day long. Why is everything different now?

Obviously...she paid so much to preserve her memory and endured so much pain, but in the end she was unwilling to recognize him. It was inevitable that a sense of grievance welled up in her heart.

She knew that she had ignored his feelings before, but wasn't she aware of it now? Why wasn't she willing to give her a chance to make amends?

For this reason...why not quit this position?

Why... don't you want to recognize each other?