Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

The moment you push open the door, the distinctive aroma of a coffee shop wafts out, accompanied by the scent of baked cookies and butter.

"welcome--"

The waitress standing at the front desk was exquisitely dressed, with a sweet smile on her rosy face.

Zhao Lin nodded in a friendly manner, as a response to her.

Inside the shop, the girl who stood out in the crowd was sitting next to a long-haired man, enjoying a table full of desserts with him.

She pulled her baseball cap down low and ordered a special coffee from the front desk.

Based on the description given by the noodle shop owner that day, Zhao Lin was certain that she had come to the right place.

Despite wearing an eye-catching cosplay outfit, the inverted triangle lines on the girl's face constantly reminded her that the truth was right in front of her.

......

"Sharp... so many, is it really okay?"

Naya held a plate of tiramisu, picking at the vegetable cream with a fork, marveling at the pile of desserts on the table.

"It's alright, it's alright, we can just pack it up and leave."

Although he doesn't particularly like desserts, Sharp still chose a beautifully crafted mousse cake and savored it slowly.

I never expected to find such authentic Western desserts in such a small town. The owner is really generous, preparing such a feast for them. It's clear how much profit this kind of marketing brings to the shop.

He glanced around at the now quiet environment and felt a great sense of accomplishment at the success of his first "marketing" attempt. And this was only his third day here.

"Little Na, these are much better than chocolate, aren't they?"

"Mmmmm~"

Seeing her little mouth stuffed full of mango mille-feuille, Sharp felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Silly girl, you've got cream on your lips." He took a napkin and wiped the cream off her lips. She meowed in response.

"Hahaha, who did you learn that from?" Sharp couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Who says I can't find a decent job?

The joy of success made him eager to share his happiness with Xia Jie. Sharp subconsciously reached for his phone, but his empty pockets quickly froze his smile.

Oh, I forgot I'm still here.

That's hilarious, Sharp.

At that moment, a pair of dark green Doc Martens appeared in his field of vision, and long legs encased in tight jeans stood in front of him.

Sharp looked up in confusion.

A slender woman stood less than half a meter away in the aisle, her deliberately low-brimmed hat almost obscuring her eyes. Her ponytail peeked out from the back of the hat, and her loose workwear showed signs of being artificially distressed. A slight upturn at the corners of her mouth revealed a strange sense of smugness.

"Hey, sir, could you move aside?"

The woman, holding a cup of specialty coffee, flashed gleaming white teeth at Sharp.

Wait, she called me "uncle"?

Before he could react, she quickly placed a note that she had prepared beforehand in front of him.

"Hey--"

Because everything happened so suddenly, Sharp looked at the woman in confusion. Unexpectedly, she deliberately chose a corner far away from them and sat down quietly.

The note was opened, and it read:

"Would you be interested in talking about this later? I know a bit about the girl next to you."

Sharp was somewhat incredulous. He glanced uneasily at where the woman was.

Could it be... that my identity has been exposed?

Realizing that he was the one who had allowed Naya to appear so conspicuously in front of people, Sharp began to regret his initial intentions. After all, the two of them had come here to escape pursuit.

He didn't yet understand the profound impact her arrival would have on the world.

What if... what if Naya's identity is revealed one day? Then she will face a crisis she cannot even imagine.

She could not bear the malice of the world.

Without realizing it, Sharp's brows furrowed.

"What's wrong, Sharp?"

Noticing his subtle change, Naya bent down slightly and asked with concern.

Her ability to observe facial expressions always amazes herself.

“Xiao Na…” He looked into her eyes and hesitated.

That's all for today's work.

"Why...?"

This sudden statement made Naya feel a little nervous. Her senses, far more acute than most people's, allowed her to accurately detect Sharp's anxiety.

Looking down into his palm, there was a white slip of paper lying there.

"Boss, pack up the rest."

Pretending to be nonchalant, Sharp threw the note into the trash can.

……

"You can't always keep nothing from me."

Facing the setting sun, Naya spoke to Sharp with a slightly more serious tone.

“I can feel your emotions, Sharp, you are scared.”

"I didn't." He said expressionlessly, quickening his pace. Naya's pointing it out didn't anger him.

"What on earth happened?"

She followed him, looking like she wouldn't give up until he told her.

"Don't ask anymore, Xiao Na, it's really nothing."

"despair!"

Naya suddenly walked around to his side, blocking his path. Her persistent gaze forced Sharp to avoid her eyes.

“Tell me,” Naya repeated, emphasizing each word.

Why do you absolutely need to know?

Sharp had never had such a headache. He tried his best to explain some misunderstandings to her.

"I just want us to have an easier time."

“Easy?” she asked rhetorically.

Is there anything wrong with what I'm doing?

“Of course!” Naya raised her voice.

This caused passersby to turn their heads and watch the two of them as if they were watching a Huangmei opera.

“Actually, you’ve been bearing it all alone, haven’t you, Sharp?” Realizing her rudeness, Naya’s tone suddenly softened.

"I'm not stupid, I can see all of this."

As she spoke, she slowly took off the cat ear ornaments from her head and carefully held them in her hands.

"It's fine if I dress like this, it's fine if I trust you unconditionally..."

“I just wanted to help you share this nameless pressure and pain, but you don’t tell me anything.”

The dejected look on her face seemed somewhat familiar.

Little brother, you must learn to open your heart to others and never try to face pain alone. In my memory, my sister often said this.

Is that so? He began to doubt himself again. Could his unintentional actions have caused so much harm to others?

“If I have truly been a burden to you in any way, Sharp, then I can leave at any time…” Naya said softly, her words carrying an absolute certainty.

Upon hearing this, Sharp was jolted; he could hardly believe his ears. This girl, who had always been so strong and independent, would actually say such a thing?

He turned his head away from Naya, a bitter smile playing on his lips. He sighed inwardly: Is our relationship really so fragile?

"Leave? Where else do you think you can go?" Sharp blurted out instinctively, unaware of the coldness and ruthlessness in his words. At this moment, however, he could no longer control his emotions, his heart filled with restlessness and unease.

"Wasn't that place already destroyed?" he continued, seemingly wanting to shatter Naya's last hope. As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, yet didn't know how to take back those hurtful words.

Naya's eyes instantly became complicated, filled with all sorts of emotions—resentment, grievance, anger... They intertwined like a tangled mess, making it impossible to discern the truth.

"I won't allow you to say that!" Naya's voice trembled, clearly on the verge of tears. She bit her lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but her eyes were already wet.

Faced with Sharp's questioning, Naya suddenly found herself powerless to refute. Those once beautiful memories had now turned to ruins, and what should she do? In an instant, a thousand words welled up in her heart, but she swallowed them back down, turning them into endless silence and pain.

"You..." Tears welled up in the girl's eyes. She turned away sharply, no longer confronting him. Facing the setting sun, Naya's small figure appeared lonely and forlorn.

He said something he shouldn't have.

He looked completely bewildered. Sharp wanted to say something to salvage the situation, but for some reason, the words stuck in his throat.

"..."

The two remained frozen in place, not exchanging a single word the rest of the way.