Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"I say..." the system buzzed, "Are you going to keep feeding her like this?"

Fan Mu was confused by these words. He kept feeding the baby with his hands and asked in his mind, "What?"

"What else could it be? She's already ten years old. Does she still need you to feed her?"

"This..." His hand shook and the rice in the spoon fell out.

Looking at the person who was already as tall as his belly, Fan Mu's eyes were dazed for a moment.

Yes, she is not young anymore, he can’t take care of her forever, she has to learn to eat by herself.

He wanted to take Fan Mu with him and burst out laughing. What did he mean by he had to learn to eat by himself? He knew he could do it. He had been being self-indulgent all along!

“These are all habits that we developed in the past.”

He found that he seemed to think about what happened in the past all the time, just like just now. Just when he was feeding himself, a small white-haired ball wrapped in a scarf appeared in front of his eyes, looking silly, as if he had returned to that time!

"Ah." Fan Mu couldn't help but sigh, put the bowl and chopsticks on the table in front of Kafka, and then sorted out the emotions on his face, looked at her, smiled and rubbed her head and said: "Brother has something to go out for a while, Kafka, you can eat by yourself today!"

"good!"

After saying that, he turned and left the room, leaving her sitting in her seat with lifeless eyes. The dim light shone into the room. Kafka looked at his departing back and stared at the closed door for a long time without taking her eyes off him.

On the other side, Fan Mu came to the street to drive at night. He was busy for a long time. The silver starlight shone on him, and a drop of sweat dripped onto the ground.

"Host, you should change this habit!" When he finished, the system said, "When you can't make up your mind and feel wronged, you will keep yourself busy, but it's useless. You might as well take a good rest!"

"It can't be changed!" Fan Mu said while lying on the ground looking at the stars in the sky.

The system didn't respond, it just mentioned it briefly. If he really listened to it and changed, it would suspect that a time traveler had occupied the body of its host.

After lying down for a while, Fan Mu suddenly asked, "What time is the system?"

"It's almost time for your bedtime story!" the system replied. It knew him very well.

"Then I have to go back quickly!" Fan Mu said as he rubbed his sore arms.

I returned to the house and left the lights on. I looked at the dining table and found it was empty. I went to the kitchen, opened the cupboard and found that the dishes had been washed!

You don't have to think about who did this.

"As expected of my child, he is sensible!" A sense of pride surged in his heart, and Fan Mu said proudly.

"Yes, yes, yes! The child you raised is so filial!" came the perfunctory voice of the system.

Fan Mu rubbed his nose and didn't respond. Instead, he boiled some water, turned back to his room, got his clothes, and prepared to take a shower. He was covered in sweat and felt a little uncomfortable.

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, he tiptoed to Kafka's door and opened the door.

The room was dim, and the lights from the city on the street mixed with the starlight shone through the window onto the head of the bed, and were reflected in a pair of purple eyes. The originally dull pupils suddenly became bright, as if this was the original color of the eyes.

Fanmu walked into the room, sat at the head of the bed and whispered, "Kafka? Do you want to hear a bedtime story?"

"I'm sorry." Kafka looked at him with her calm but bright eyes.

"…Huh?" Fan Mu showed confusion on his face. He was confused by her sudden words. This was the first time he heard an apology from her, so he took it very seriously. "Why do you want to apologize?"

"Isn't big brother angry?" Kafka tilted her head and asked with a confused expression on her face.

"No!" Although he didn't know why she suddenly thought of this, Fan Mu immediately comforted her: "I won't be angry with Kafka, never..."

She stopped the words before she could finish them. Her eyes were dazed for a moment, then she smiled again. "It's good that Kafka knows that big brother is not angry."

Fan Mu combed her hair intimately, "Can you tell big brother Kafka why you think this way?"

"Yeah." Kafka nodded, and her childish voice rang out in the room, "Big brother didn't feed me today, and Kafka thought she had done something wrong!"

"Not fed?" Fan Mu ruffled his hair which he had just done with amusement. He thought it was something else.

"What reason is this?"

Kafka had a puzzled look on her face.

Fan Mu explained, "Kafka, you are not a child anymore. Your big brother can't take care of you forever, so Kafka has to eat and sleep by herself. It would be best if you could learn a skill..."

He didn't say anything else after that, because looking at the expression on her face, he knew she didn't listen!

"Forget it." Fan Mu shook his head, thinking it was too early to tell her now, "Kafka, do you want to hear a bedtime story?"

"think."

The answer came quickly, and Kafka stared at Fan Mu. She indeed did not hear what was said before, but there was one sentence she heard clearly, that was, the elder brother was not angry with her, and that was enough.

Her heartbeat gradually slowed down and returned to its normal pace. She felt a feeling she had never felt before, but she didn't hate it!

"So what kind of story shall we tell today?" A thoughtful look appeared on Fan Mu's face. The story had obviously been decided long ago, but he still wanted to say this, perhaps because he wanted to see the expectant expression on Kafka's face.

"Yes, let's talk about this!"

The lights were not on, and Fan Mu's whispers could be heard in the warm house.

"Legend has it that there is an ancient kingdom in the sky, inhabited by beautiful angels. One day, a naughty angel secretly came down to earth and met a young boy..."

"In the end, the boy became the prince of the angel. In order to protect her prince, the angel lost her wings and could no longer return to her home... The angel god was moved by their love and gave them wings... From then on, the angel and her prince lived happily together."

After telling a story, unlike usual, he did not fall asleep. This time, Kafka stared at him without blinking.

"What's wrong? Aren't you sleepy?" Fan Mu asked. After all, he just took a nap in the afternoon.

"Yeah." Kafka nodded, still not looking away.

"Is there a problem?" Fan Mu asked again. He could see that she had something to say, and he was full of patience. "If you have a problem, just say it. It's not good to keep it in your heart!"

“Are all fairy tales true?”

Kafka's innocent words rang out. Even though she had no emotions or her feelings were subtle, she was still just a child of 10 years old. She had only been able to remember things for a short time, so it was normal for her to have fantasies in her heart.

"Of course fairy tales are true!" Fan Mu clapped his hands, and it was easy to see his happiness from the corners of his mouth.

"Is the big brother an angel?"

"Yes!"

"So Kafka is a prince?"

"That's not it!" Fan Mu wanted to tease her, but when he saw her expressionless face, he gave up first, "Okay! Kafka is not a prince, but my princess!"

"No, Kafka wants to be a prince." This was the first time she refuted him. Fan Mu was stunned for a moment and felt sincerely happy. This was a good thing, wasn't it?

"Well, then Kafka is the prince!"

"Can that angel brother be Kafka's angel? Will he stay with Kafka forever?"

Facing her gaze, Fan Mu replied seriously: "Yes!"

The virtual world would vanish into nothingness as he disappeared. This was what the system had told him long ago. If they disappeared together, it would not be considered cheating!

……

What a hell joke.

"Does big brother like Kafka?" Kafka asked, her empty eyes never moving away from Fan Mu, full of expectation and fear.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but this time Fan Mu clearly saw the existence of emotions from the light reflected from the window!

She asked a lot of questions tonight, almost as much as she usually talked in a few days.

"I like her. I like her very much. Big brother likes Kafka very much!" Fan Mu's voice was not fake at all. He really liked her. In other words, as long as she lived with him, he would like her no matter who she was.

After getting the answer, Kafka looked at Fanmu who was spreading his wings like an angel in the darkness, and a light appeared in her eyes which had never changed. Unlike before, this time the bright look in her eyes never faded.

The purple eyes even have a purple look to them. In the dark room, all kinds of light shining on them reflect an even more dazzling purple light, just like encountering two glowing purple crystal gems in a dark cave!

At this moment, her world lit up!