Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"Probably."

Mochizuki Haruka suddenly pushed Matsueda Jun away, but she failed and the chair she was sitting on moved back a little.

"why?"

“Why does it come to me when you reject the system?”

"Why can't I just refuse?"

"Why do I have simulated memories when you don't have any at all?"

"That's fine." She had already accepted the fact.

"But why did my aunt have to die?"

"Why did so many things in the simulation fail to come true, but this one had to come true?"

"Why did you tell me all this and make me go through it again?!"

The shower head in Jun Matsueda's hand was still spraying water silently.

"Didn't the system choose you? Aren't you the protagonist?"

"Can't you just accept it and save me who knows nothing?!"

Mochizuki Haruka's voice was shrill, filled with regret and pain that she hadn't been able to express in the hospital.

"Because people are selfish." Songzhi turned off the shower and took out tweezers from the medical kit. "You don't want to bear this responsibility, and neither do I."

"Next I'll clean your wound and remove all the fragments," he said nonchalantly.

The shower stopped, but the girl began to cry. She let Matsueda Jun grab her feet.

"Aside from the system, we actually don't have any connection. Your aunt's illness has nothing to do with me."

Jun Matsueda felt very sorry. Mochizuki Haruka had just learned an hour ago that his only relative would have to sleep forever, but here he was coldly distancing himself from the matter.

But he had to say these words because he didn't want Mochizuki Haruka's life to become one with his own.

"And let me correct you. Your aunt is not dead. Her vital signs are still normal. From this point of view, the events in the simulation did not happen. Reality has been changed by you."

"Should I be happy?" Mochizuki Yao asked with tears in her eyes. "It's so good to be in a vegetative state and never wake up."

"But I can't fight on my own anymore."

"This feeling of losing everything, after just half a month, is unbearable for me."

"Will I have to struggle alone like this for the next ten or even several dozen years, living in the hope that my aunt will wake up?"

Mochizuki Haruka didn't say anything else. The only sound in the room was the crisp sound of Matsueda Jun loosening the tweezers and the fragments falling onto the tiles.

Time bounces with these blood-stained fragments.

"Maybe I'm just a loser. I really can't do it alone. I can only rely on others to survive."

"I want someone to take care of me, comfort me, worry about me, and make decisions for me."

"I can't do that. I'm not interested in being your life's pillar." Matsueda Jun took out alcohol and a cotton swab, "I'll disinfect you now."

He put a cotton swab soaked in alcohol on the sole of Mochizuki Haruka's foot, and the girl let out a cry of pain.

"You threw the system to me, you are responsible."

"I told you before, I can't be your savior."

"We had an agreement at the beginning. I will do my best to support you through this most painful time. Beyond that, I have never promised anything."

Mochizuki Haruka's tears flowed even more violently, but the expression on her face became relieved.

The girl raised her foot, which had just been cleaned, and kicked Matsueda Jun hard.

Caught off guard, Matsueda Jun was successfully kicked away by her. He leaned back and sat on the blood-stained floor in the bathroom.

Mochizuki Haruka's feet touched the ground again. The girl's expression was painful as she sat on Matsueda Jun's body.

"Then I'll tell you now—"

“I can’t be my own hero.”

"I just need a savior in my life."

Chapter 122: Confessions of the Mud Girl

Jun Matsueda realized that his teaching plan had completely failed.

"So you want to seduce me?" he asked the girl sitting on his lap.

"How is that possible!" Mochizuki Haruka shook her head subconsciously, "This kind of thing can only be done with someone you like."

"Then get up from me."

The girl frowned in pain, "My feet hurt so much..." "So, you really are a fool." Matsueda Jun straightened his upper body, and their faces were closer than ever before.

Mochizuki Haruka's face turned red. He lifted the girl's thighs and let her sit on the ground.

"Don't move. The corner over there is full of freshly removed debris."

He stood up and carried the girl back to the chair.

"If you want someone to take care of you and comfort you, it's very simple. Just spend money. Their service is much more considerate than mine."

"That's different!" Mochizuki Haruka's voice was a little louder.

"People like that only stay with me because of the money. I want someone who will never abandon me no matter what."

"I want to be... chosen."

Jun Matsueda took a broom and dustpan and collected all the debris in the corner.

"Don't you think your idea is ridiculous?"

"You want me to never abandon you, but you say you don't like me. Why should I stay with you?"

"You and I are not related by blood."

Mochizuki Haruka looked at Matsueda Jun in the corner and said, "It was you who rejected me first."

"From the day we first met, to the day Tomatsu Yuka and I had an argument, to the day I begged you to be my savior, all the way to today."

"every time."

"Every time, every time."

"You're rejecting me."

"You never chose me."

"Then why should I like you?"

Jun Matsueda turned on the shower and cleaned her wound again, but blood dripped onto his arm.

The girl's lower lip was bitten and bleeding.

Mochizuki Haruka raised her legs, crossed over Matsueda Jun's shoulders, and trapped his upper body between her legs.

"Choose me..."

"As long as you choose me, I can do anything for you."

Jun Matsueda allowed her to be confined, and the mysterious area on the inside of the girl's thigh was wrapped in a thin layer of cloth, exposed in front of him.

"Mochizuki Haruka, your idea is too naive."

"In the final analysis, you still believe in the rules of the transaction."

He opened her legs and stood up, looking down at the girl sitting in the chair with a calm expression.

"You think that if you give your heart, you will gain the heart of others, such as Jun Matsueda."

"But you're afraid of being at a disadvantage, or you're afraid of getting hurt."

"So only when you confirm that I love you will you open your heart to me."

"How can such a good thing happen?"

Wangyue Yao lowered her head and didn't look at him.

"Why don't you dare look at me?"

"Didn't you yell very loudly just now?"

"Look at me!"

The girl was startled by the sudden increase in Jun Matsueda's voice, and she raised her head in obedience to his words.

"Mochizuki Yao, let me tell you."

"The reality of this world is that what you think is precious is actually nothing in my eyes."

"Do you think your love, your bottom line, and your chastity are precious?"

"That's just because your aunt protects you too well. She thinks you are the rarest treasure in the world."

"But in my eyes, you are totally unworthy of being chosen by me."

Jun Matsueda put his hands on Haruka Mochizuki's shoulders and watched the big tears rolling in the girl's eyes.

She was devalued by the people she cared about.

"And the kind of relationship you desire can't be obtained by simply giving your heart."

"Even lovers and even family members often abandon each other."

"What you need to do now is to wake up from the beautiful dream that your aunt has woven for you."

"Otherwise, you'll just spend your whole life waiting for someone to rescue you."

Jun Matsueda bent down again and gently wiped the moisture off the soles of the girl's feet with gauze.

"You're right." Wangyue Yao suddenly said, "I'm just a good-for-nothing loser. I have nothing but money and face."

"It's normal that you don't like me."

"Your words are so harsh, but in fact you only want to get rid of me."

The girl watched as Jun Matsueda bandaged her foot.

"I already knew it. After all, you've already told me with your actions."

"No way, Songzhi, you can't get rid of me."

"You are all I have. You are my only lifeline."

"Auntie can't wake up anymore. If you're gone too, I don't know what will become of me."

She bent down and held Jun Matsueda's head in her arms, and the tears in the corners of the girl's eyes stuck to his black hair.

"Anyway, we already have an agreement. You won't leave me until I'm back to normal, right?"

"You can scold me, insult me, and humiliate me as you like."

"If you want to get rid of me, then try to make me normal again."

"Until then, I will always be with you."

Jun Matsueda pushed her away and dumped the blood-stained gauze and debris into the trash can.

"You are such a complete waste." He said helplessly with his back to the girl.

It was useless to persuade and enlighten her in a gentle manner before, and it is also useless to belittle and mock her mercilessly now.

Just like a puddle of mud that cannot be propped up against the wall, no matter how hard you try to change it, it will slip through your fingers without any shape.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm just a waste." The girl looked at his back and laughed.

"Look, I can't even walk without you now."

"My life is a mess too." She looked at the living room outside the bathroom, which looked like it had been swept by a typhoon.

"I've been trying to stay normal."

"You see, I didn't cry or break down in the hospital."

Jun Matsueda didn't think that puppet-like appearance was normal.

"I'm already trying my best, Songzhi. I'm so weak, this is all I can do."

“Even this makes me feel tired.”