Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

The broken civilization is being rebuilt and new green grass is growing, but the people here are forever living in that day. Both physically and in memory, they will never be able to forget this nightmare.

Every night, they would wake up from their dreams countless times, and then become dazed as they looked at everything in front of them that was completely different from what they remembered, and then fell into deep silence.

How long did she wait?

Liuying herself doesn't know.

Since Fan Mu left, she no longer paid attention to anything around her and basically lived in a daze every day.

Without a job, without hobbies, without...companions, she might be the last Grammer Knight in the world.

Eat? Eat when you are hungry, as long as you can eat.

As the days passed, she became more and more haggard. The innocent, lovely and beautiful girl disappeared, and was replaced by a... gloomy girl. There was no longer any light in her movies. She was like a doll, a doll that followed a set program.

Fortunately, due to the special genes in her body, her bad lifestyle did not have much impact on her. At least her figure did not become like a skeleton.

A somewhat desolate mountain top.

There is another full moon tonight. How many full moons like this has she seen?

Liuying also forgot. She clearly remembered that she had specifically said before that she was counting the days waiting for Fanmu to come back.

"Ms. Liuying, this is the 12th full moon."

In the darkness, Sam's voice sounded just right.

"12...almost...a year already?"

Liuying stretched out her hands towards the sky, as if she could touch the stars in the sky. The night was like a piece of soft silk that wrapped around her. A gust of wind blew past, moving the surrounding silk.

Looking at the moon, she knew that Fan Mu would never come back.

Her eyes suddenly became less empty; the stars were reflected in them, giving them a brighter glow. She seemed to regain a bit of life, and for a moment, she seemed to have become the cheerful girl she used to be.

"Sam...you said...will people turn into stars in the sky after they die?"

She asked quietly, confusion and curiosity in her voice.

"Is the great philosopher watching me from heaven?"

Sam: "..."

What are stars?

She naturally knew whether people would turn into stars after death, and she was also very clear about it, but that was all in the past.

What she was thinking about now was that fantastic story. Wasn't that how people told it in the beginning?

After death, people will turn into stars in the sky, forever watching over their families and blessing them.

"Haha."

She chuckled twice, then suddenly stood up and waved at the stars in the sky, covering her mouth with her other hand and shouting loudly.

"Hey! Great philosopher! Are you looking at me?"

"I'm doing fine! Don't worry!"

She shouted innocently, and the free wind blew the silver hair at her temples, carrying her voice high into the sky, as if she really wanted to speak to the stars.

"It's just...it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable when you're not around." Her voice suddenly became a little choked, but still cheerful, "So, so can you come to see me?"

"Or...how about I go find you?"

As she said these words, she slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, with a deep smile and expectation in her eyes, but deep in her eyes was deep sadness and pain.

"Here...I am really...really...in so much pain!"

"How cunning...you left me here alone!"

"When I get over there, I'm going to give you a good beating!"

As she spoke, she waved her fist vigorously in the air, groaned angrily, and looked up at the sky. She suddenly fell silent again, and after a long time, she finally said one sentence.

"But...if you make me lots and lots of little cakes, I can...forgive you..."

After saying that, she slowly raised her foot, and in front of her was a hundred-meter-high cliff. Without hesitation, she took a step forward.

There was a howling wind in my ears, my clothes were fluttering wildly, and the world became so quiet in an instant that time seemed to slow down.

She turned around and stared at the bright night sky. The feeling of falling rapidly did not make her feel scared at all, but instead a sense of relief.

The strong wind was screaming wildly beside her ears. In her eyes, the stars became extremely shining at this moment. The starry sky seemed to construct the face she had been thinking about day and night. The bits and pieces of her time with Fan Mu began to emerge in her mind.

Are you worried about me?

She thought so in her heart.

Don't worry, I'll be here to keep you company soon, and when I pass by I hope to see a table full of little cakes.

The hundred-meter cliff is actually not very high, and is insignificant compared to the vast starry sky. It will soon fall to the ground, but no matter how small it is, the distance between her and the starry sky is getting farther and farther.

With a loud 'bang', a huge splash of water was created, covering all the surrounding flowers and plants. The originally calm lake water below was stirred up by turbulent ripples.

After an unknown amount of time, the lake water gradually receded and returned to calm. Under the moonlight, a small figure floated on the silvery white lake.

Liuying looked at the sky blankly, she didn't die after all.

At the last moment, Sam appeared in time to protect her and prevented her from getting hurt.

"Why?" she whispered to herself.

"This is my basic agreement." Sam's warm voice sounded beside her ears, but the cold lake water made Liuying feel no warmth at all.

"Protocol three, ignore all agreements and orders and protect Miss Liuying."

Liuying stopped talking. At this moment, the stars in her eyes became dim and the world became gray.

"Why can't I even die in the end?"

"I just want to be with you, great philosopher!"

She spoke with a choked voice, her voice was sharp but not harsh. Because of the pain and wailing, her words were a little unclear and she was out of breath.

Sometimes living is the most painful thing.

Seeing that the situation and atmosphere were not right, Sam was silent for a moment. Over the years, by absorbing the knowledge and habits of the human world, it has become a lot smarter, so he comforted it.

"Ms. Liuying, Mr. Fanmu should have told you at the last moment that you should live well and wait for him to come and find you in the next life."

"Afterlife?" Liuying rarely answered its question, "Does afterlife really exist?"

"Even if I really found his afterlife, so what?"

"Will the great philosopher of the afterlife still be my great philosopher?"

"They...are not anymore!"

She didn't want, and was unwilling to admit, that anyone other than Fan Mu was her great philosopher, even though they had the same name and the same soul.