Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Kafka, come here."

Fan Mu waved at him and took out something from the bag, which looked like a syringe.

"This is the syringe I got from the planet Fu Yajie. There are people there with the same condition as you. Your condition should get better after using this."

He held the syringe in his hand, looked at her and whispered, "Come on, don't be afraid, it's not dangerous."

"Ah."

Kafka took two or three steps to come up to him. A breeze blew by, and her purple hair fluttered in the wind. A faint scent of flowers rushed into Fanmu's nose.

Counting the days, Kafka is already 16 years old this year, about meters tall, as tall as he thought. It is estimated that in two years she will be taller than him.

Fan Mu sighed slightly in his heart, gently raised her hand, and slowly injected the syringe into it, without noticing that her eyes were fixed on his face from beginning to end, without even looking at the syringe on his arm.

"How is it? Do you feel it?"

He raised his head and met her gaze. Looking at the pair of purple eyes that seemed to be speaking, Fan Mu's mind went blank for a moment, and then he asked with some anticipation.

"No."

Kafka shook her head and glanced at the arm he had just held. Was it over?

"without?"

Fan Mu scratched his head. He was not surprised by the result. He had not expected to solve the problem so easily.

"Then try this. This was given to me by a believer of abundance that I met in the Immortal Boat. It should be of some use."

He then took out an exquisite box from the bag, which contained a pill. As soon as it was opened, a rich fragrance wafted out.

"Come!"

Vanmu placed the pill in Kafka’s hand.

Without hesitation, she ate it.

"..."

"How about it?"

"No." She shook her head again.

"strangeness."

After failing twice in a row, Fan Mu was already feeling a little unsure, but the system would not give him an unfinished task.

"Come again!"

This time he took out a pink, white and red ball from the bag, and in the middle of the ball was a button, a rare item that he had worked so hard to get.

The effect is to lower the user's sense of humor by a hundred times and increase the body's sensitivity by a hundred times.

"Here, click this."

Kafka obediently pressed the button and then Vanmu tickled her belly.

"How about it?"

"No."

"Come again!"

Fan Mu gritted his teeth and tried the next four methods again, but none of them worked.

How could this happen? His face looked grim.

"System, didn't you say that this task was very simple?"

"Well, it's very simple. I picked it on purpose. There can't be any problem!" A voice sounded with some surprise, and it was obvious that it had not expected this situation.

Before it came back, it thought the mission was secured, but it didn't expect this result in the end.

The system was scratching its head anxiously.

"Wait a moment, I'll go ask my female classmates how they made the Demon Lord who practices the ruthless way have seven emotions and six desires."

Said that there was no sound in his head.

Kafka looked at Fan Mu with a dark face in front of her and opened her mouth. Did she do something wrong again?

"I'm sorry," she apologized softly.

After hearing the apology, Fan Mu came back to his senses and looked at the person in front of him. His breathing became rapid but soon became calm, and finally he smiled bitterly as if he accepted his fate.

He thought he could finally complete a mission.

"Why are you apologizing? This is not your problem."

"Hey!" He took a long breath, patted his cheeks hard, and tried to cheer himself up.

"How's it going? Have you been doing well these past two years?"

It was the first time he uttered words of comfort after seeing each other for so long.

Subconsciously, the word "not good" was about to come out of his mouth, but just before he said it, he stopped himself, pursed his lips, and finally uttered one word, "...good."

She can't let her elder brother worry.

"Are you doing well? That's fine." Fan Mu nodded. As he finished speaking, the atmosphere around them fell silent and neither of them spoke.

If it can be said that Kafka was like this because of his personality, then he simply didn't know what to say.

Before he left, the two of them had no common topics to talk about. Now that he has been gone for two years, he really doesn't know what else to talk about.

He smiled at himself, perhaps now he was just a familiar stranger in her heart.

On the back mountain, the sun was shining brightly, and the surrounding grass and flowers were flourishing and lush. A strong breeze blew, stirring the sand and the grass swaying in the wind. Fan Mu suddenly could not see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

Kafka looked at Fanmu, and in order to prevent the sand from washing his eyes, Fanmu looked at the ground under his feet, or to be more precise, at the words on his eyes.

[Task completion: 50%]

There was no change. It was 39% before he left and increased by 11% after he left. It is obvious who deserves the credit.

40% to 50%. According to his experience, the 10% improvement in the middle is not much easier than the previous 40%.

"There's nothing wrong with the train. Have you finished your chat? Is your sister's illness cured?"

At this moment, a voice came from the side, breaking the atmosphere between the two.

Ji Zi's eyes kept moving back and forth between the two, and she always felt something was wrong.

"We're done talking." Fan Mu said with a relaxed smile.

"I understand." Ji Zi nodded and said no more. They were companions, so she could naturally see that the smile was forced.

"It's okay, there will always be a way." She patted his shoulder gently as a comfort.

"Ah."

"Daddy!"

At this time, Xing crawled out from behind her, completely unaware of what was happening here. She waved her hands at Fan Mu and asked for a hug.

"Okay, hug!"

When seeing Xingtian's innocent smile, the shadow in Fanmu's heart was somewhat dispelled, and the smile on his face became more natural.

He reached out his hands and carefully held her in his arms, then gently tossed her up, causing her to giggle.

"Fly!"

"Oh!"

Looking at the harmonious and happy scene of the two, Kafka suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. Why did her mouth feel bitter? Was this discomfort?

Who is she? She has the same grey hair as her older brother. Is she his child?

Her throat was dry and her lips were pale. She looked at the person in Fan Mu's arms with lifeless eyes. An inexplicable thought popped up in her mind, but she quickly shook her head to dispel it.

Why does she think this way?

Shouldn't she be happy if her big brother is happy? Why...

What does it feel like? She reached out and gently pressed her chest. Does her heart beat slower when she's feeling bad? She didn't know.

Suddenly, she suddenly remembered what she had seen on the street. Was this...jealousy? But...what does jealousy feel like?

"So what's next?" Ji Zi asked.

Unexpected events disrupted the existing plans.

"Should we replenish our supplies and then set off immediately, or stay for a few days?"

As they spoke, their eyes fell on Kafka.