Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

the next day.

When Fan Mu woke up, the weather was gloomy and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloomy mist. Even the sunlight dared not penetrate easily, making people feel a little suffocated.

"Is it going to rain?"

"What should I do in these three days?"

He sat at the head of the bed, looking at the dark clouds outside the window and thinking.

"Just sit in bed and rest for three days?"

Since he couldn't find a way to restore his emotions, it would be useless and meaningless for him to go find Kafka. Should he go find Xing?

Forget it, he entrusted Kafka to look after Xing so that she could help take care of him after he left in two days, so it would be good to let them have some emotional exchange now.

So what should he do?

Fan Mu sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes lowered, thinking. Outside the house, the sound of car horns was beeping. He was not a man who could sit idle.

After a long time, he stood up, left the hotel, and wandered aimlessly on the street.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...

The phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and saw it was Sambo. Somehow this guy had gotten his new phone number.

"Hey?"

When I picked up the phone, a mean voice came over, "Brother, how's it going? Is it settled?"

Fan Mu didn't believe that he didn't know the situation here, so facing his ridicule, he chose to hang up the phone directly.

Buzz...buzz...

The phone continued to vibrate, but he chose to ignore it.

After a while, the other party stopped calling him.

There were few pedestrians on the street, perhaps because of the weather, but he didn't care and just walked around casually.

Once people have free time, they will unconsciously think too much. Along the way, he passed by many familiar places, and the memories of his time with Kafka gradually came to his mind.

In a trance, he seemed to see two phantoms, one big and one small, buying things in a food store and a flower shop.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and looked at the flower shop in front of him. He didn't know whether he was walking in this direction subconsciously or it was just an accident.

But no matter what, he was just stunned for a moment, then turned and walked somewhere else, without any intention of going in to take a look.

"Boy, boy!"

A slightly anxious voice came into his ears. He turned around and saw Fang Yi in the flower shop pushing open the door and walking towards him.

He smiled gently and said, "What's the matter, grandma?"

"Have you seen Xiaoka and Xing?" She looked around him, looking for someone.

Fan Mu's heart skipped a beat, "? I didn't see it, what happened?"

Fang Yi had a worried look on her face. "Oh, she said she was going home last night, so she left with Xing. But she didn't come this morning, and she didn't call or message me. I was worried that something had happened to her!"

"Don't worry, I'll go look for her. I should know where she is." Fan Mu said to comfort her, then turned and left.

"System!" he muttered to himself.

A picture suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes. It was a relatively dark room. The only light source in the room was a window, and there was a figure sitting next to the window.

Seeing that nothing happened to her, Fan Mu put his heart back in his stomach and looked at the place in the picture seriously, "Where is this?"

The view outside the window was not very good, and there was no big sofa in the living room. This was where he used to live.

"Are you still renting it?" He was a little surprised, and walked towards that place without stopping.

Although he paid the rent year by year, he hadn't been back for two years and Kafka lived in the flower shop, so why did he still rent this house?

Why don’t you go to the flower shop today?

What about the stars?

Some confusion came to his mind, and he finally came to the door of the room.

Boom boom boom!

I knocked gently on the door, and an unhurried pair of footsteps were heard from inside the room. The door was opened, and a head of purple hair came into view.

Before he could say hello, he felt something in his arms, soft, a little fragrant, and a little heavy.

"Big brother, welcome home!"

The hot air I exhaled hit my earlobes, and the soft voice entered my mind.

"Kafka?"

Fan Mu called out in some confusion, and when he spoke, his voice became very soft for some reason. He didn't understand what was going on?

"Did anyone bully you?"

He subconsciously wanted to soothe her head, but his hand froze in mid-air. Thinking that she was already a grown-up girl, and that they hadn't seen each other for two years, he put his hand down awkwardly.

"No."

Kafka shook her head. Fan Mu could feel an itch in his chest, as if a kitten was lying on his heart, itchy and warm. His heartbeat quickened unconsciously. His emotions, which had been as thin as silk paper, quickly heated up at this moment and reached a critical value.

He wanted to push her away, but Kafka held her very tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away. Fan Mu couldn't use the power of collapse to push him away by force, so in the end he could only let her hold him.

"Big brother." Kafka said softly, her voice was so small that even Fan Mu, who put his ear close to her, could only hear it as low as a mosquito's hum.

She finally held her big brother in her arms and finally felt his presence.

No one knows how panicked she was when she came back last night and didn't see Fan Mu at home. That was the first time she showed panic, her heart beat faster and her breathing became rapid.

This was also the first time that she truly felt an emotion, an emotion called panic, but at that time she had no time to care about anything else, and her mind was full of bad thoughts.

Last night was very cold and noisy, filled with car horns.

She sat in front of the window, thinking that her elder brother might have just gone out for something, so she sat there all night until dawn.

There was another knock on the living room door, and this time, it was her older brother.

She buried her head in Fan Mu's arms, greedily sucking in the scent from his body, as if she wanted to engrave it in her genes. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she knew it was very comfortable, as if she was no longer afraid that he would run away again.

A feeling of peace of mind spreads throughout the body, and the tense mind relaxes.

After a long time, seeing that the person in his arms still had no intention of letting go, Fan Mu could only call out.

"Kafka."

Still no response, this time he felt something was wrong, frowning, he pushed her gently.

"Stop pushing it, he's asleep." The system's voice sounded.

"That's fine." Fan Mu replied in his heart and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought something had happened.

"Really? How old are you?"

He picked her up gently and walked into the room step by step, as if he was afraid of waking her up. He didn't even notice that his expression was full of tenderness when he looked at the person in his arms.