How can my simulation be a real love?

"Want to be fertilizer? Buy me ramen."

Concise and concise.

On the other side, Toyokawa Shoko slowly put down her phone with a weary look in her eyes. Her amber eyes were slightly lowered, and the strong and proud girl from before was now pale and bloodless, looking tired and a little weak.

The blue-haired girl sat on a swing in the park, her eyes visibly red and swollen from crying. She gripped her phone tightly with one hand, her eyes fixed on the message from him on the screen.

For some reason, the anxiety and frustration in Toyokawa Shoko's heart seemed to have subsided considerably.

"What am I doing...?"

Looking back now, she was really naive.

She said she came to see the live show specifically to explain things to Nagasaki Motoyo, but in the end she embarrassingly broke down and ran away, just like a child throwing a tantrum because something didn't go her way.

Various negative emotions and complicated thoughts made her mind a mess. Toyokawa Shoko felt as if she were wrapped in transparent plastic wrap, and the suffocating feeling made it hard for her to breathe.

Isn't Toyokawa Shoko herself the one who hasn't completely let go even now?

Shoko Toyokawa, her eyes dull and lifeless, clutched her shoulder bag. Looking at her phone screen, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and her fingers began to uncontrollably rummage inside her shoulder bag.

It wasn't until she took out a notebook labeled 'Death Note' that her tired eyes finally showed a change. She carefully opened the notebook, and a portrait meticulously drawn with a ballpoint pen was once again displayed before her eyes.

The painting above depicts Toyokawa Shoko elegantly holding a cup of coffee, her delicate and beautiful face adorned with a gentle smile, even the soft light in her eyes seems to be perfectly captured.

Shoko Toyokawa tried to raise the corners of her mouth to imitate herself in the painting, but the smile that came out was full of bitterness and sorrow.

"..."

Shoko Toyokawa ran her fingers over the slightly uneven paper. Even though she could still feel the lingering warmth on it, she was as if afraid that too much force would damage the painting, so her movements were so gentle.

A hint of tenderness flickered in the girl's dim eyes, but the next second, as if she had thought of something, her expression gradually turned cold, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising up.

Is the anger because one cannot forget past memories?

Perhaps there is, but it seems there is more than that.

Shoko Toyokawa pursed her thin, cherry-red lips and hugged the notebook tightly to her chest.

She gradually came to understand her own thoughts and became aware of her own feelings.

When she saw Takamatsu Akari looking at Kazami Mei with such gentle eyes on stage, she felt a tightness in her chest for a moment. She felt a little 'envious' of Akari, or even a little 'jealous'!

However, having fallen to such a state, Toyokawa Shoko had neither the right nor the courage to express her feelings to him.

Even when she's just staying by his side, she's incredibly careful, afraid that a small, unnoticed problem might break the 'connection' between them.

Takamatsu Akari has moved on from her memories of CRYCHIC. With Kazami Mei by her side, she can look forward with determination even when she is confused.

But what about her?

20

Chapter Twenty: I can do anything.

It was 10:25 a.m.

A green-haired girl wearing a dark blue dress walked expressionlessly into a coffee shop near Haneoka. As soon as she entered, her calm golden eyes began to scan the surroundings, as if searching for something.

This is a traditional and elegant café. Its tranquil and serene atmosphere makes it perfect for conversation. Nagasaki Motoyo once talked with Kazami Mei about Toyokawa Shoko at this café, so Wakaba Mutsuki has a deep impression of it.

"Little Mu~ Over here!"

Suddenly, I heard a soft, girlish voice calling out to me.

If Ye Mu raised her unreserved pale golden eyes to look at the source of the sound, she would immediately see the brown-haired beauty sitting not far away. Her plain and delicate face remained unchanged.

The girl walked slowly toward the other person, her calm golden eyes sparkling like stars in the sunlight. A moment later, as the doll-like girl sat down, her soft, silky green hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

They simply looked at each other silently.

"Xiao Mu, do you like mango juice?"

"I've already ordered for you in advance~ Thank you so much for coming out with me today~"

Nagasaki Motoyo wore a flawless, gentle smile, but her left hand, hidden under the table, unconsciously rubbed the hem of her pure white skirt. The constant friction between her fingertips and the fabric seemed to hint at the tension and unease in the girl's heart.

Of course she would feel uneasy.

After the 'Kazami Mei Incident', Wakaba Mutsumi's attitude towards her underwent a subtle change.

Although Kazami Mei took the initiative to comfort and forgive her, which prevented Wakaba Mutsu from continuing to express her dissatisfaction and rejection, she must still be unable to hold a grudge about it.

After all, he was using Mu's name to deceive Kazami Mei, with the sole purpose of obtaining information about Shoko.

Even clay figures have some spirit, and besides, Ye Mu isn't a real puppet.

"..."

Wakaba Mutsu nodded silently, but Nagasaki Motoyo couldn't discern any thought from her expressionless face.

Her favorite drink was indeed mango juice, and she could drink several cups in one go without getting tired of it. But this time, Ruoye Mu didn't touch the mango juice placed in front of her.

When the high temperature comes into contact with the chilled mango juice, it condenses into crystal-clear droplets that slowly slide down the transparent glass. The bright orange-yellow juice casts a dark shadow on the wooden table, exuding a faint fruity aroma.

If it's mango juice bought by Naru, Wakaba Mutsu will savor it carefully.

However, Nagasaki Motoyo was different.

"I'm so happy that Xiao Mu and Xiao Xiang came to see my live performance together... But the other members of the band did something wrong without my permission, and I know that must have hurt Xiao Xiang a lot, right?"

"I had no idea it would turn out like this, so I've been really upset about it ever since..."

Nagasaki Motoyo lowered her head slightly, her incredibly soft, slightly wavy brown hair falling onto her fair and delicate shoulders, and her blue eyes, which shone with a faint light, were full of apology and guilt.

Her gaze was fixed on the still-steaming iced drink in front of her, and she began to unconsciously fiddle with her fingers under the table.

This sincere apology failed to elicit a change in Wakaba Mutsu's expression. The other party simply stared intently at Nagasaki Motoyo's face with his unreserved golden eyes, becoming even more taciturn than usual.

For some reason, Nagasaki Motoyo seemed a little nervous.

I always thought I knew Wakaba Mutsu's thoughts very well, but suddenly I felt like I couldn't see through Wakaba Mutsu's thoughts.

Mutsu remained silent as before, but his direct gaze made Nagasaki Motoyo feel uneasy all over. She involuntarily reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt, trying to ease her anxiety.

But the girl's calm gaze seemed to penetrate her body, directly revealing the true thoughts hidden in her heart.

"I'm really distressed! It's also my responsibility that I didn't stop the others in time. I want to apologize to Xiao Xiang, but she's not replying to my messages... Xiao Mu should be able to invite Xiangzi out again, right?"

"Could I meet with Xiao Xiang?"

"I want to properly apologize to Xiaoxiang and Xiaomu..."

Nagasaki Motoyo's delicate body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, as if to indicate her inner anxiety.

Under the pressure of the silent atmosphere created by Wakaba Mutsu, she could no longer maintain her previous composure and instead anxiously expressed her thoughts directly, revealing her true intentions.

"No."

A moment after Nagasaki Motoyo finished speaking, Wakaba Mutsu gently shook her head.

She had promised Shoko that she would no longer act as a go-between for anyone, let alone Nagasaki Motoyo, who was clearly just using the excuse of 'apology' to try and talk to Shoko about CRYCHIC.

Of course, Ye Mu would never agree to that.

She wasn't surprised by Wakaba Mutsumi's rejection. Nagasaki Motoyo maintained her gentle smile and continued speaking with a pleading expression—

"Huh? Why not... I just want to apologize to Xiaoxiang."

"Xiao Xiang doesn't want to see Su Shi."

Ruoye Mu was not lying.

The doll-like beautiful girl uttered only unvarnished and straightforward words.

Such a plain and brief sentence caused Nagasaki Motoyo's smile to gradually stiffen. The girl leaned back gently on the sofa, her right hand fingers beginning to gently rub her soft brown curly hair.

Nagasaki Motoyo slightly furrowed her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, and the smile and anxiety on her face gradually subsided.

Now that things have come to this, there's no going back for Nagasaki Motoyo.

She had to find a way to see Toyokawa Shoko no matter what, otherwise she might never find a place to belong again.

"Xiao Mu, why do you always say things like that?"

"Even when CRYCHIC disbanded, if Xiaomu hadn't said those things... things might not have turned out this way, right?"

Nagasaki Motoyo's increasingly cold words were proof that she had decided to go all out.

It was precisely because she realized that she couldn't get any information from Wakaba Mutsu through her words under her 'mask' that she chose to take a gamble, because at this moment, 'seeing Toyokawa Shoko' seemed to have become her obsession.

I've never felt happy playing in a band.

When Toyokawa Shoko said she was leaving the band, Nagasaki Motoyo heard the same words from Wakaba Mutsumi. The suffocating feeling that surged up at that moment can still be felt now.

Even though Nagasaki Motoyo later said, "No one was wrong about the band breaking up," she still harbored resentment towards Wakaba Mutsumi for stabbing her in the back. It was only at this moment that her hidden emotions began to surface.

She was actually blaming the other person the whole time.

"..."

Upon hearing this, a hint of wavering appeared in Wakaba Mutsu's eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

Just as Nagasaki Motoyo's eyes began to light up slightly, the doll-like girl sitting in front of her slowly spoke—

“CRYCHIC, it’s over.”

The bland yet heartless words were like a steel blade piercing the girl's heart.

"it's not finished yet!"

Faced with Wakaba Mutsu's 'cold and heartless' words, Nagasaki Motoyo could no longer maintain her gentle and tender voice. She gripped her skirt tightly with both hands, and even her voice became a bit sharp.

But when she saw Ruoye Mutsu's golden eyes, for some reason her tone softened again.

"Everyone in CRYCHIC used to be so close, there must be a way..."

The beautiful doll-like girl simply looked at the brown-haired girl in front of her silently. Of course, she also felt a strong sense of guilt for the words she had spoken, and the intense sense of guilt had once troubled her immensely.

That is why Ruoye Mu compromised time and time again in the face of Su Shi's requests.

But Ming had told himself, "Silence is just a means of escaping, and it will never solve the problem in the end."

If Wakaba Mutsuko is still the same as before, even Mei would definitely be disappointed in her.

"Feel sorry."

The determined doll girl spoke up to express her apology.

She didn't even glance at the mango juice on the table, slowly got up and left the cafe, leaving Nagasaki Motoyo standing there alone, looking as lonely as an abandoned puppy.

After Ruoye Mu left, she subconsciously took out her phone and skillfully opened the 'follow' contact in Line that she had reserved for only one person.

But the next second, she suddenly felt a pulling force binding her wrists.

Nagasaki Motoyo had somehow chased after them from inside the store. Her gentle and beautiful face was now filled with sadness and pleading. She grabbed Wakaba Mutsumi's slender and delicate wrists with both hands, her face showing no trace of the expression she had just had.

If Ye Mu had never seen Su Shi in this state before.

"I'll do anything! Xiao Mu, I'm begging you!"

"If even you, Xiaomu, are unwilling to help me, I really don't know what to do..."

Wearing a pure white dress, Nagasaki Motoyo almost knelt on the ground. The white hem of the dress, which reached her knees, was already stained with dirt from the ground, but she seemed not to care at all, letting the dirty dust make her look extremely disheveled.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ruo Ye Mu's eyes; she truly hadn't expected Su Shi to go to such lengths.

However, Wakaba Mutsu also felt somewhat saddened by Suze's state.

"...I can't help."

If a hint of apology flashed in Ye Mu's calm eyes, it would be quickly replaced by a resolute expression.

She gently pulled Nagasaki Motoyo's hand away.

The girl, whose hair was slightly disheveled, stood there helplessly, watching as Ruoye Mutsu walked away without looking back, as if she had lost all hope.

Right now, Wakaba Mutsu is completely impervious to both soft and hard approaches; even emotional appeals can't sway her heart.

It really is like a piece of wood.

Nagasaki Motoyo seems to have lost all options.

At this moment, she was like a drifter on the sea, unable to move forward or backward, only drifting aimlessly in an unknown direction with the flow of the sea, the unchanging scenery as if she were just standing still.

……