Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Kafka, this will be your room from now on!"

Fan Mu pushed open a door. Since they had just rented the house, there was nothing inside. There was only a table, a bed and a wardrobe.

"As for clothes, we'll go buy them later. Do you think there's anything else we need to buy together?"

His voice was very gentle, like the warm spring sun. Looking at the girl who was half his height standing next to him, even though he knew he shouldn't invest too much emotion in her, tenderness inevitably arose deep in his heart.

Kafka didn't say anything, but just stared blankly at the layout of the house. Although I couldn't see anything from her eyes, I always felt that she was remembering everything.

Looking at Kafka and seeing the wound at the corner of her mouth, Fan Mu recalled the scene of their first meeting.

Are you being bullied?

"Are you tired? You've been outside for so long, you must be exhausted, right?" Fan Mu squatted down to her level and asked softly, "If you're tired, take a rest first, there's no rush!"

"..."

Kafka just looked at him, and Fanmu couldn't see any emotion in her eyes.

"Oh, yes!" Fan Mu reached out and took off the coat covering her. "Sit down for a while. I'll go boil some water for you to take a bath!"

He casually hung his coat on the hanger and hurried to boil water. Because the funds given by the system were limited, the house he rented did not have any advanced furniture or shower heads, so he had to boil water himself if he wanted to take a shower.

Watching his departing back until he disappeared from her sight, Kafka withdrew her gaze and looked at the coat hanging beside her. As she walked along, she suddenly felt a little cold.

Why? She didn't understand.

Soon, the water boiled.

"Kafka, the water is boiling, come take a shower!" In the bathroom, Fan Mu adjusted the water temperature and shouted towards the bedroom.

There was no response, but a figure did walk out obediently.

"Huh? Why are you wearing this coat?" He remembered that he had already hung up the coat. Was he wrong?

I shook my head, feeling worse and worse. This was clearly just a virtual world.

"Okay, if you like this coat, I'll buy you a few more later. This one is wet, so don't wear it!"

Fan Mu took off the coat that was draped over Kafka's shoulders again and spoke in a teasing tone.

"Take a shower now, and then you can have a good rest."

I took out a few women's pajamas from the system space and put them aside. Although they were a bit big, I had no other clothes to wear now.

After walking out of the toilet, Fan Mu came to the living room and sat down, but before he sat there for long, the toilet door opened again with a "click".

"What's wrong?" he walked forward and asked. When he was about to approach the bathroom, he met Kafka walking out. She was wearing pajamas that were several sizes too big for her, and the corners of her clothes were dragging on the ground. If you ignored her eyes, she looked extremely cute.

"You didn't wash it well!" Fan Mu looked at her wet and messy hair, sighed helplessly, and stroked her forehead with his palm, covering most of her forehead, "Come in, I'll help you wash it!"

Kafka obediently walked into the bathroom, even though she didn't understand why she did that.

The hot water in the bucket was still steaming, and the clothes I was wearing were neatly placed aside.

"Come!" Fan Mu gently began to help her wash her hair.

The light in the toilet is orange-yellow, giving people a warm feeling. The space is not large, and the steaming hazy water vapor gradually floods the entire room.

During the whole process of washing his hair, Kafka's eyes were always fixed on him, as if she was observing him, but Fanmu could not sense any inquiry in her eyes.

After washing her hair, he took out a pink hair dryer and hair tie from the system space and began to blow her hair skillfully and patiently.

Feeling the touch on her head and the hot air hitting her face from time to time, Kafka tilted her head, feeling... weird.

Finally, when they returned to the room, Fan Mu covered her with the quilt, pressed the four corners of the quilt firmly, and said with a smile, "Have a good sleep."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

"why?"

He had just taken two steps when he heard a low moan. He turned around and saw Kafka with a ponytail, looking at him with her head tilted.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why?" Fan Mu's eyes curved slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Why are you laughing?" A childish, empty voice sounded from the room. The originally warm room seemed to be several degrees colder at this moment.

Contrary to what he expected, he thought the girl would ask him why he helped her and why he did it.

"Because I'm happy." Fan Mu replied.

"Happy?" Kafka showed a strange expression on her face for the first time. She frowned slightly, but there was still no ripple in her voice, as if she did this just to express her doubts. "What is happiness?"

"What is happiness?" Upon hearing this question, Fan Mu was speechless for a moment, but then a smiling figure appeared in his mind.

He snorted twice, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, but quickly dropped again.

Kafka saw all of this, but there was still no color in her purple eyes.

"How can I put it? I can't explain it clearly." Fan Mu shook his head and said in a soothing tone: "You will understand in the future, I promise, but before that, at least get a good night's sleep now!"

After saying this, he turned and left in embarrassment, leaving Kafka alone in the dim room. She was lying on the bed, staring blankly in the direction he had left with her eyes open, looking like a doll.

living room.

Fan Mu sat on the chair, thinking over and over again about the question Kafka had just asked.

"Can she... feel it?" At this moment, the smile on his face had disappeared. He sat by the window, looking at the vehicles passing by on the street outside from time to time.

As expected, children like this always have some special abilities.

The dim street lights outside the window shone on his face. Fan Mu looked lonely. A final feeling of loneliness enveloped his whole body, and he spoke to himself.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because... I have to smile. Only smile is the basis of communication between people."

He had to smile, he had to smile gently, even if it was fake, but it was easy for him.

A smile can save you a lot of unnecessary trouble and can quickly bring people closer together.

Kafka was her mission target. Although he sympathized with her, the two of them had not been together for long, had no experience, no feelings, so how could they be sincere?

But he could always see the shadows of many people in Kafka, and every time this happened, he couldn't control his tenderness.

"Hey, host, you better be more careful this time. Don't be like before." The system saw what Fan Mu was thinking and reminded him, "Don't give unnecessary feelings. You must remember that everything here is fake!"

Drip!

The soundproofing of the room was not very good. The humming sound of cars came from the street. The stars were already high in the sky. Fan Mu sat by the window and watched for a long time, and a sound came from the tip of his nose.

"Ah."