Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

The time comes in the afternoon.

Kafka woke up slowly from her sleep. She hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. She exuded a lazy aura all over her body. She hadn't woken up yet and her mind was still a little dazed.

She rubbed her eyes, a very cute movement, and the hair scattered on both sides of her cheeks added a touch of temptation to her.

"You're awake, go wash up, I'll prepare dinner for you."

The buns have been left out for most of the day. They are edible, but they are definitely not tasty.

When she heard the voice, she woke up instantly, turned her head and looked, her purple eyes trembling slightly with a hint of disbelief.

Fan Mu silently pulled his fingers out of her hand, smiled and waved at her, then turned and left. From his back, he seemed to be fleeing in a panic.

No matter what, it's too late. Since I've made a mistake, I'll just make it to the end.

When he came back from buying dinner, there was still no one in the living room. When he went to the bedroom, he found Kafka still lying on her bed, holding Xing.

"Hurry up and wash up and eat!" Fan Mu urged.

"Yeah." Kafka nodded.

Everything seemed to have returned to the way it was at the beginning.

On wooden table.

"Brother, the food is delicious." Kafka suddenly said.

Fan Mu paused holding the chopsticks.

In the past, she would never praise herself unless I asked her. Has she changed her attitude now?

But I don’t know who he learned this way of flattering from.

"Well, eat quickly." He nodded.

"After eating, let's go to the flower shop. According to the calculations, the redbud flowers should be blooming soon."

He thought about many things that day, and the redbud flower was just one of them. But since he remembered it, it would not hurt to take a look at it. He remembered that Kafka liked this kind of flower very much.

"Yeah." Kafka had no objection. While eating, she turned her head from time to time to secretly glance at Fan Mu. It was unclear whether she was afraid that he would run away or she couldn't believe that he really came back.

Fan Mu pretended not to notice her gaze and buried his head in eating the food he bought.

The meal took a long time, and it even felt longer than the few hours he had just sat at the head of the bed.

After dinner, Kafka followed him, holding Xing, towards the flower shop.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the sky was gloomy, and thunder and lightning flashed from time to time. This phenomenon had been going on since morning. It looked like it was going to rain, but it didn't rain for a long time.

There were strong winds blowing on the road, which made it unusually cool in this summer.

Fan Mu could feel the gazes around him all the way. He felt a little strange and didn't understand why she was staring at him.

"Grandma, I brought Kafka here."

He adjusted the expression on his face and pushed open the door of the flower shop.

"Oh, Xiaoka is here!"

Fang Yi walked slowly and came in front of Kafka. She straightened her messy clothes kindly, then looked at Fan Mu with some reproach.

"You said you finally came back, why did you come to this old woman's flower shop? Why don't you take this time to spend some time with Xiao Ka?"

"She has missed you so much in the past two years that she has to go back to live with you every day. I asked her to stay here but she didn't want to."

"Grandma." Kafka interrupted her.

She had grown up and didn't want to give her older brother the impression that she was still young and needed to be taken care of.

"Okay, I won't say any more. You came here for the redbud flowers this time, right? You can come back at night. They only bloom at night!"

Fang Yi said lovingly.

"Well, there's nowhere good to go, so I just came here to help. You know Kafka and I are not the kind of people who like to play," Fan Mu spread his hands.

"Okay, you guys take a seat first, I'll go buy some groceries, and we can have dinner here."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, grandma!" Fan Mu didn't hesitate to watch her leave and then started to pick up the sundries in the store.

Night falls.

The four of them sat around the table. There was a harmonious atmosphere, but it was a little quiet. The only sounds were the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding and Fang Yi constantly trying to start a conversation.

"Young man, you won't leave again after you come back this time, right?"

Suddenly a question was asked, and the whole room fell silent. No matter how hard Xing bit, he couldn't bite the spoon in front of him. He looked up at his mother and smiling father angrily, with confusion in his eyes.

"……meeting."

After hesitating for a while, Fan Mu replied

Why do you ask this? Didn’t grandma know that he was leaving a long time ago?

Upon hearing this answer, Kafka's heart stopped for a moment. She bit her thin lips, turned her face away, and clenched her fists unconsciously, with no expression on her face.

"Why are you leaving? Didn't you just come back?" Fang Yi's face showed anger. "You can go, but you have to bring Xiaoka with you this time!"

"No." Fan Mu shook his head firmly, "Where I'm going is very dangerous."

"Is it really impossible?" This time it was Kafka who spoke.

Fan Mu turned his head to look at her, looked into her eyes, swallowed back the words he wanted to say several times, and finally said: "No, there is something important."

He has done a lot of wrong things and there is no room for regret now. He can only go down this path until the end. After all, everything, including this world, is fake, isn't it?

He comforted himself like this.

The old lady yesterday was impersonated by someone, who could it be?

A flashy figure appeared in his mind. Was it Sambo?

It's probably him. I couldn't get through on the phone, so he came directly to me?

In the past two years, he has met many joy believers in the universe and has come to understand their general style of doing things. It is not surprising that they would behave like this.

But why should he help himself?

Can he find any fun in himself?

Sambo...can he really be trusted?

Huan Yue is a group of lunatics and psychopaths. Was this a scam from the beginning?

Is that candy really okay?

After getting the answer, Kafka said no more and continued to feed the star in her arms silently, as if this answer had no effect on her at all.

After dinner, no matter what Fanmu was doing, Kafka always followed him not far away, not too close, but not too far either.

"Aren't you going to look at the flowers? They will probably bloom in the next two days." Fan Mu asked her softly.

Pursing her lips, Kafka looked at him first, then lowered her eyes and whispered: "I'm sorry."

Did she make big brother angry again?

Did she do something wrong again?

"...?"

"Why do you say that?"

Fan Mu was a little confused by her sudden apology.

Kafka didn't say anything more, but continued with what she was doing.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent again, as if everything that happened this morning was an illusion, he was not her big brother, and she was not his good sister.