【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

I sighed helplessly, trying to accept this reality. Maybe he had his reasons, or maybe he felt the time wasn't right.

It was late at night, I was lying alone in bed, and I was gradually filled with longing. I didn't know who I was missing, or maybe there were too many people, and I couldn't tell them apart.

Missing someone is a complex emotion, blurring the lines and making it difficult to pinpoint a specific object. Perhaps it's a yearning for fond memories of the past, perhaps anticipation for an unknown future, or perhaps it's simply a deep sense of loneliness at work.

I closed my eyes, trying to sort out these tangled thoughts, but they became more tangled like tangled threads.

Thinking of every little detail of my time with Wen Ya, his lies disappointed me.

I glanced at the still-lit living room. The sumptuous dinner on the table remained untouched. The bright light and the untouched food formed a stark contrast. The person who cooked dinner for Shan Qi day after day, knowing no one would eat it, had already returned to his room. The scene was filled with helplessness and sadness.

I began to enjoy the meal.

The man heard the sound of me eating, opened the door, looked at me, and told me to finish eating and clean up the dishes. This look may contain complicated emotions.

Although this sentence is short, it reveals a kind of commonplace fatigue.

I can't help but sigh, it really is not easy for anyone.

The night sky is very dark. Today's urban environment simulation system has forgotten to hang a moon in the night sky, and has also omitted the stars. The night is pitch black, with nothing.

The green ivy vine on my wrist slowly wraps around my arm, soothing me. That delicate touch carries a tranquil power. In this lonely moment, in this room with only me, under the night sky, I can't help but sigh: being alone is the norm.

Troubles are definitely unforgettable troubles, but even in the darkest moments, there will always be some warmth.

Like, the faint scent of roses on your wrist.

It’s been really peaceful lately.

After leaving the agricultural planet, there is no need to work or fight, and there is no room for adventure. My heart has gradually begun to rust.

Why am I so sad? Why do I care so much about this? Why don't I make more progress?

Do you still remember him?

Have you forgotten?

I seem to hear a distant song in my ears, which has nothing to do with longing or love affairs. It is just because old friends come and go, dear old friends.

I seemed to have a dream. In it, a giant black wolf's fur was tinged with a gray-blue halo. It bared its teeth, wagged its tail, and then turned and took off in an instant. I was left standing there, desperately running, desperately chasing it. But no matter how hard I tried, I was still standing there. No matter how much I ran...

When I woke up from the dream, I just caught up with the early morning shift of the environmental projection system. I just watched the whole street change into a different landscape.

A lavender mist rose from the street, slowly spreading out in wisps. The mist wasn't thick, but it possessed a hazy beauty. The lavender hue was almost invisible, and under the dim light, it seemed to be tinged with a soft halo.

Looking closely, the fog seemed to be mingled with snowflakes. These flakes were tiny, drifting gently down, melting as they touched the ground. They blended with the fog, making the entire street seem unreal.

The light from the street lamps shone dimly through the mist. The halo of light spread through the fog, forming blurry circles of light. Only the outlines of distant buildings were visible. The trees along the road were also shrouded in mist, their branches adorned with glistening water droplets. Occasionally, a snowflake landed on them, transforming into a point of light before disappearing.