Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Great philosopher, what if...what should I do if you die one day?"

"You want...what do you want me to do?"

Liuying lay in Fan Mu's arms, unconscious, murmuring in a low voice, revealing deep confusion. She kept nodding her head in his arms, her hair extremely messy, as if she wanted to melt into his arms!

"No, you won't die. I...I won't watch you die in front of my eyes. If there ever comes a day like that, I will be the first one to die. I can't watch you die in front of my eyes!"

She suddenly raised her head, and her rippling, lifeless eyes revealed extreme seriousness, even though she was obviously drunk.

Fan Mu looked at her quietly. It was obviously just a drunken remark, but it caused ripples in his heart. Not big, but continuous.

What people say when they are drunk are often the truest thoughts in their heart. Although this is true, people will also talk nonsense and brag when they are drunk.

He reached out and touched her rosy cheek. It was so hot, as if red magma was flowing beneath her red skin.

The two of them were so close to each other that Fan Mu could clearly feel her every breath and smell the faint scent of alcohol in her every breath, which was a bit pungent.

"If... there really comes a day..."

His throat suddenly felt dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't had water for a long time. Even though he thought that day would never come, what if?

Everything is uncertain before tomorrow comes. No one knows whether warm hope or despair will come first tomorrow.

"If that day really comes, I hope you can give me a lonely funeral. It's enough for you to attend alone. I want it to be grand and covered with flowers."

"The place where you bury me should not be too bright or too cold. Find a secluded place for me. I don't want anyone to disturb me."

Fan Mu said a lot in one breath without thinking, as if he had already thought of all this, and had thought of the ideal place to live after his death.

The only sound in the silent room was his gentle voice. Liuying did not interrupt, but just lay quietly in his arms, closed her eyes, and breathed gently. It was unknown whether she had heard him or not.

He continued to speak, regardless of whether she heard him or fell asleep.

"Of course...you are included!"

Fan Mu lowered his eyes and looked at the quiet person in his arms. His heart suddenly became extremely peaceful. At this moment, even if someone put a gun to his head, he would not feel the slightest bit of emotion.

"If I die, give me a funeral. Well, if I don't, it doesn't matter. I don't care."

"After that... forget me, then you will have a healthy and brave heart, and you will not have any troubles."

After saying this, he stopped talking, his heart stopped for a moment, and he just held her gently. Under the dim light, his thin lips gently touched her smooth forehead. He also closed his eyes, enjoying and immersing himself in the moment.

Liuying couldn't bear to see him die in front of her eyes, and the same was true for him. He couldn't bear to see her die in front of him.

Finally, the person he met came back, but he was not very happy. Why... did this meeting feel a little uncomfortable?

...

Really, he got drunk so quickly, and his cake isn’t even ready yet… Didn’t you say you wanted to eat it?

...

Time passed quickly tonight. Fan Mu only felt that he was in a daze for a while before daybreak.

He looked confusedly at the sunlight coming through the crack in the door, and tried to stand up while holding Liuying, but found that he could no longer feel his limbs and his whole body was numb.

"Well……"

At this moment, perhaps noticing his actions, the person in his arms frowned slightly, as if expressing dissatisfaction. She slightly bent her white fingers, gently pressed his chest, and slowly sat up.

He gently rubbed his eye sockets and struggled to open his eyes sleepily, as if it was a very difficult thing to do.

Early in the morning, just woke up, her silver hair was a little messy, Liuying sat on Fan Mu's legs in a very ambiguous posture, opened her eyes, looked at everything in front of her, and was stunned for two seconds before she reacted.

"Good morning, my great philosopher!"

She greeted him cheerfully, like the warm sunshine in spring, full of energy, as if the person who was complaining about a hangover last night was not her.

"Well, good morning!"

Fan Mu also greeted softly, his eyes gentle and helpless.

"Um...my legs are numb, can I..."

"Ah? Oh! Oh!"

Liuying stood up, sat aside, and slept like this for the whole night. She didn't feel any discomfort all over her body.

……

After washing up, the two went out and headed for the breakfast shop because there was only instant noodles in the house.

"Hmm!" Liuying grumbled angrily, tapped Fanmu's chest very hard, and said unhappily: "I told you not to eat instant noodles! You can't take care of yourself when I'm gone, right!"

"Well, my bad!"

Fan Mu smiled and looked at her angry expression. For some reason, he felt a little happy in his heart. Listening to her nagging in his ears, he felt very good.

On the other hand, Liuying became even angrier when she saw his smiling face!

It’s like this every time. Every time I admit my mistakes very readily, but in the end I still don’t change!

"I'm angry. I decided to spend an hour... ten minutes... emmm..."

Liuying turned her face away. She originally wanted to teach Fan Mu a lesson and tell him that she was really angry, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that it was too long and she couldn't hold on that long.

"One minute, I won't pay attention to you for one minute!"

"Okay, okay!" Fan Mu said lovingly.

He looked at the long line in front of the breakfast shop, and then at the tables and chairs nearby that were almost full.

"What do you want for breakfast? I'll buy it for you. The seats next to you are almost gone, go grab a seat!"

"..."

"obedient!"

Fan Mu reached out and gently tapped her forehead.

"Oh." Liuying looked reluctant, but still obediently went to grab a seat.

"I want to eat steamed dumplings, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and sweet tofu..."

As if for revenge, she said a lot in one breath, and Fan Mu remembered them all.

……

"Great philosopher, this soup dumpling is delicious, you should have one too!"

"And this sweet tofu is delicious too, you should try it too... Well, stop eating your salty tofu!"

"..."

"Great philosopher, I can't eat any more. Please help me with the rest. I'm going to wash my hands!"

Liuying rubbed her bloated belly happily, not caring at all whether her actions were in line with the image of a lady.

"it is good!"

Fan Mu said lovingly, took out a tissue from the side, and gently wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth.

Watching her leaving, he quickly finished the remaining buns and fried dough sticks, slowly stood up, and prepared to settle the bill first.

The breakfast shop is not big, with people coming and going. The counter is full of people ordering and paying. There are no clerks in the shop, only two old people and a little child.

Fan Mu stood not far from the counter, no longer moving forward, staring at the front of the counter with complicated eyes.

There...in the crowd...there was a small figure, a turquoise figure, very small, squeezed in front of the counter, the face could not be seen clearly, and through the crowd, only a trace of silver hair could be seen.

"What a...idiot!"