Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

A chill runs from the soles of your feet straight up to your head.

Your limbs begin to go numb uncontrollably.

Why, why would you say that?

Those fragmented memories begin to shatter and reassemble in your mind again, causing pain and turmoil.

You're pretty sure you didn't say the phrase that triggered the keyword.

So why did we end up back where we started?

An overwhelming sense of panic fills your body.

A chilling sensation, like falling into an ice cave, spreads throughout your body, assaulting every cell in your body.

You suddenly feel that everything you've experienced since arriving here is unreal.

Were all those moments you shared just your illusions?

Otherwise, why would this happen? What did that sentence mean?

Think carefully back to whether you have ever mentioned anything similar to your life being disrupted in front of him.

No! It definitely hasn't happened!

So why is that...?

You're so determined to go to him, doesn't he feel it?

What is this statement testing?

Or is it... that this is a predetermined path, and no matter how much you change it, you still end up back where you started...?

You even begin to doubt whether Qin Che's feelings for you actually exist.

Suddenly... you feel like you've touched on some truth.

Indeed, this is just a memory you brought with you.

He has never admitted to it.

All the chill rushes into your heart in that instant, like sharp icicles piercing it and leaving it riddled with holes.

Pain, boundless pain, is engulfing you.

No, no, don't think about these things.

Just follow the plot; he likes you.

This storyline is important to you all.

Don't...don't let your mind wander.

You are desperately trying to control your emotions and answer him.

But you find that you can't utter a single word.

You raise your hand, which feels numb as if pricked by needles, and press it hard against your aching chest, trying to remind yourself to stay awake.

Don't panic! Don't panic!

If I can't say it, then I won't say it.

Qin Che frowned slightly as he looked at you with your head down.

You struggled to turn your body around, not wanting him to see what you looked like now.

You still have some recollection of what happened afterward, but you're confused right now and don't want to stay here any longer.

You control your parched throat and hurry up and move on: "Here's the gun, go and come back soon."

Oh no, the trembling voice has slipped out of your control.

With your back to him, you left the gun he had once given you, which you had hidden at your waist, on the table.

With such a simple action, for some reason, the pain that surged from my heart gathered from my chest to my throat, and the sour feeling rushed straight to my brain.

Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, gushing from her eyes.

Not wanting to stay any longer, you grasped at a sliver of fleeting rationality and began to walk towards the door.

He had only taken a few steps when he was grabbed by a strong hand.

Qin Che's voice sounded puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Your head is throbbing, and your ears are filled with a buzzing sound.

You didn't speak, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would not only expose your current state, but you might also completely lose control.

You lowered your head and reached out to pry his fingers off, trying to break free from his control.

"You're throwing a tantrum because I'm not taking you?"

He's gripping you very tightly; with your strength, you have no chance of breaking free from him if he doesn't want to.

"I'm so tired today, I want to go home..." Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Qin Che frowned, turned you around, and pulled you closer to him.

"You're crying? Did I say something wrong?"

You kept your head down, not answering him, but your tears flowed even more freely, and your body began to tremble more violently.

Large tears fell onto Qin Che's arm, the touch of which was terrifyingly cold.

He had never seen you like this before, and he panicked a little, reaching out to cup your face in his hands.

But you stubbornly lowered your head, displeasing him.

He was afraid that forcing it would hurt you, so he had no choice but to give up.

Helpless, I pulled you into my arms.

His large hand gently pats your back.

"Why are you crying so hard? Who bullied you? I'll go teach them a lesson."

Hearing this, you cried even harder.

Between sobs, you raised your hand and pushed him forcefully: "I want to go back..."