Am I being simulated by their love affair?

“This lock is not a lover’s lock, but my first love’s lock.”

"Please accept the key, Matsueda-san, as a witness to my love. If one day my first love is no longer there, I will take it back, return here alone, and open it with my own hands."

Jun Matsueda took the key, and the girl in front of him began to learn not to say forever anymore.

Or is this another way for her to prove herself?

Natsumi Imokawa imagined the scene of the girl sitting alone in the shaky cable car back to the top of the mountain, untying the locks of the past in the night breeze and sunset, and silently shedding tears. She licked her lips excitedly.

Tomatsu Tomoka walked up the stairs, gently rang the bell at the top, then bent down to hang the small brass lock.

The girl's first love will remain on the top of Mount Moiwa, waiting for the day when she returns.

After Natsumi Imokawa had enjoyed the night view and put away his camera with a reluctant look on his face, they took the cable car back down the mountain, becoming the smallest of the numerous light spots dotted across the city.

When the cable car was halfway there, the dead branches of the woods below began to shake, and the girls' screams were heard in the car.

“There really is a bear!”

After taking the bus back to the hotel, when Jun Matsueda went up to the top floor, he found that there were many people gathered at the door of Mochizuki Haruka's room.

Hearing footsteps coming from the stairwell, the group of girls standing at the door turned their heads and found that it was Jun Matsueda. Then the hot girl in the crowd spoke.

"Matsueda-chan, someone saw Mochizuki-chan coming on the school trip. Is that true?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the room, which had been closed, was opened.

Mochizuki Haruka walked through the crowd and threw herself tremblingly into Matsueda Jun's arms.

Chapter 149 Second Night

The originally noisy corridor was silenced.

The girls widened their eyes, covered their mouths, and looked at the girl who was always surrounded by them, the girl who did not appear no matter how many times they knocked on the door, and then threw herself into Jun Matsueda's arms.

"Um, are you two dating?" someone asked subconsciously.

Matsueda Jun shook his head. "The elders of our two families know each other. Something happened at Mochizuki's home, so I'm temporarily responsible for taking care of her."

"This is not important." Hot girl Rion rushed to him, "Why doesn't Mochizuki-chan want to see us? I just saw you downstairs." She asked the girl in Matsueda Jun's arms.

Mochizuki Yao turned his back to her and said nothing.

"Mochizuki-chan, if there's anything wrong, you can tell us. You dropped out of school without saying anything before, and everyone in the class was worried about you."

"I'm sorry..." The girl pulled Matsueda Jun and wanted to go back to the room. Matsueda Jun gently pushed her in and closed the door.

The girl sat on the ground leaning against the door, listening to the conversation between Jun Matsueda and the girls in the corridor.

He returned to the room only after comforting the worried girls.

"I thought you were already mentally prepared to meet them when you came to see me at the airport."

Mochizuki Yao sat on the carpet and shook her head. She simply lay down and said, "Communicating with others is too tiring."

"Rion said she saw you downstairs?" According to the girl's current habits, she shouldn't walk out of the room alone.

"The head maid said you'd be back soon, so I thought I'd go downstairs and wait for you." Mochizuki Haruka hesitated for a moment, "The medical team recently proposed a new treatment plan."

She received the news at noon, and the restlessness she had felt all afternoon made her want to see Jun Matsueda as soon as possible, so she left the room.

Jun Matsueda opened the window, letting the cold wind blow into the warm ruins. The light from outside shone into the dark room. Mochizuki Haruka didn't turn on the lights all afternoon.

"Let's talk while we walk. It's time to eat now."

They walked out of the hotel door, and a girl in a uniform carrying a backpack rang the bell of her bicycle and passed by them.

"They're really bare legs..."

Turning right along the main road, Jun Matsueda led Haruka Mochizuki forward, heading for the restaurant that Ken Sakamuro recommended for lunch.

"Any problems with the medical team's new plan?"

A full tram passed by the two of them, leaving behind the sound of wheels rubbing against the tracks.

"Because my aunt's condition has stabilized, the priority now has changed from maintaining her life to regaining consciousness."

Mochizuki Haruka's left hand tightly grasped the corner of Matsueda Jun's clothes. "The medical team plans to try stimulating the nerves suspected to be affected. We'll get feedback within 24 hours of the first treatment, and then we'll discuss subsequent treatment plans based on the data we get."

"A lot of hope?"

The trees ahead were covered in snow, so the two had to take a detour.

"I can only say that there is hope. At the moment, it is the greatest hope." Wangyue Yao took a deep breath, and the hot and humid breath turned into white mist and floated in the air.

"What about the risks?"

The two stopped at the intersection, and Matsueda Jun walked from Mochizuki Haruka's left to the right - they were on the sidewalk on the right just now, and the danger came from the road on the left. Now standing at the intersection, they had to be wary of oncoming cars from the right.

The music from the department store drowned out the sound of passing vehicles.

"Risk..." The girl grabbed Matsueda Jun's clothes tightly, and the collar of his coat was tilted to one side.

"Maybe death." Mochizuki Yao's voice was very soft, even softer than the sound of falling snow.

"Although the risk is very low, the most likely outcome is no reaction," she added.

The girl walked across the zebra crossing holding his clothes, her steps cautious, like a blind person walking out of the blind path.

After crossing the intersection and walking a few dozen steps, you can see the sign of "Jin Datang" on the second floor on the right.

Today's dinner is Ishikari hotpot, with bright red salmon pieces of medium size, served with Hokkaido potatoes and various vegetables. The waiter covers the pot and stews it over medium heat.

While waiting for the food to boil, the girl sitting opposite him kept looking at him with a pleading look.

"No matter how long you stare at me, I can't help you make a decision." Jun Matsueda opened the lid of the pot and sprinkled sansho powder on it. The aroma of seafood and local delicacies rose on the table.

"...I feel very selfish." Mochizuki Haruka looked at the salmon in the pot.

Salmon may be one of the most selfless creatures in the world, swimming upstream in succession just to return to the place where they were born, mate, lay eggs, and then die.

"why?"

"Because I want to use this plan, even if it may kill my aunt." The girl's voice trembled.

"If it's for her sake, I should first ensure her safety. After all, my aunt's vital signs are very healthy. Maybe if I wait, she will wake up on her own one day."

"But I can't wait any longer..." She lowered her head on the table, her black hair spread out on the table.

"She is a patient. It's really wishful thinking to expect her to heal herself." Jun Matsueda sighed and picked up a piece of salmon and put it into the girl's bowl.

"Can't you think about it from another perspective? Maybe you're harming her by not adopting this plan."

"Why?" Mochizuki Yao raised her head. The broken tears made her eyelashes no longer neat and stuck together awkwardly.

"Think about it, Auntie is so obsessed with beauty. She definitely wouldn't want to wait until she opens her eyes one day and find herself in her fifties or sixties with wrinkles around her eyes, right?"

"If she knew you didn't use this treatment plan, she would definitely cry in front of you."

"Just like you are now." He pointed the chopsticks in his hand at her face.

"Really?" Mochizuki Haruka wiped her tears.

"Ask yourself, she's your aunt, you should know her better than me." Matsueda Jun ate another piece of tofu.

The girl was silent for a long time, and finally picked up the chopsticks, picked up the piece of salmon in the bowl and put it into her mouth.

"Aunt is going to take me to Tokyo Tower to see the snow this Christmas..." She swallowed the fish with force.

After finishing the miserable and tragic salmon, the two sat down and looked at the light snow outside the window.

"Songzhi, I want to hear Rose's story." She has to connect with the medical team tonight to discuss treatment plans and has no time to listen to bedtime fairy tales.

Jun Matsueda took a sip of fish soup to clear his throat.

"'I really shouldn't have listened to her,' said the little prince. 'One shouldn't listen to flowers. It's enough to look at them and smell their fragrance. That flower makes the whole planet perfumed, but I don't know how to enjoy it.'"

"I didn't know anything then! I should have judged her by her actions, not by her words."

The snow outside the window fell on the riverbed in Wang Yueyao's heart.

"Her fragrance fills my life with fragrance and color. I really shouldn't have left her..."

"I should have guessed that behind her ridiculous tricks there was a tenderness. Flowers are so innocent!"

"But, after all, I am too young and don't know how to love her."

When Matsueda Jun finished reading this section, Mochizuki Haruka had already sat next to him. The girl's black hair had grown longer and was rubbing against his arm.

"Don't I even have the fragrance to make you happy?" she asked anxiously.

"After Auntie wakes up, will you leave me?"

Chapter 150: People who lament the sea are unaware that their journey is nearing its end

In the clock stand opposite the restaurant, Jun Matsueda and the girl were sitting on church-like benches.

"If my aunt comes back, what else do you need me to do?"

The gears inside the clock tower were turning mechanically. Wangyue Yao listened to the clicking sound of the moving hands, not knowing what to say.

Friend? Classmate? Master? Housekeeper?

Or lovers?

But he doesn't like himself.

If we continue like before and see no hope, is there no need to make any effort?

When she thought of this, her chest began to ache, reminding her of the feeling that something was wrong last night.

After a long time, she began to recall the scenes in the simulation.

At the exact moment, the mechanical striker struck the pendulum hanging in the air. The grand and solemn bell sounded throughout the room, shaking the thoughts of the two people.

Even the snowflakes outside the window seemed to be affected, and their falling speed slowed down a little.

"If you can't figure it out, forget it." After the chime stopped, Matsueda Jun continued, "Follow me tomorrow. If you wait in the room for the medical team's report, you'll definitely start to overthink it again."

Mochizuki Haruka nodded subconsciously.

When they returned to the hotel room, Sakamuro Ken and Suyama were already making the bed. At this time yesterday, they were still playing poker with the people in the next room.

"We have to get up early tomorrow to go to Otaru." Sushan had already crawled into bed. "Matsueda, please turn down the heating for me."

"Can't we sleep in the car?" Jun Matsueda walked to the control screen by the door and turned down the heating by one degree.

"We're taking the Sea Train tomorrow. It would be a waste to sleep through it."

"Sea train?"

At 6:30 the next morning, Jun Matsueda and Haruka Mochizuki, rubbing their eyes and looking dazed, stood in front of the JR line platform in Sapporo. The bus would drop them off there.

"The snow on the railroad tracks has frozen." It was so cold in Sapporo in the early morning that people didn't have the confidence to get up.

The two walked into the carriage and sat down. At this time, there were not many people on the train except for the students from Yuqiu. Everyone sat neatly on the left side so that they could see a better view when the train passed by the seaside.

When the train started, Mochizuki Haruka glanced at her phone.

"At this time, my aunt should have been receiving new treatment."

“Don’t think too much until the results come out.”

Jun Matsueda took out a cheese tart from the paper bag in his hand and handed it to the girl. He bought it at a dessert shop near the station.

The edges of the egg tart were crispy, the cheese hadn't solidified yet, and it was warm, just right for her empty and cold stomach.

After eating the egg tart, the girl stuck out her tongue and licked the crumbs and oil stains on her fingers.

"Wipe it off carefully with paper." Jun Matsueda took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her.

Tomatsu Tomoka watched the two people's movements out of the corner of her eye. The school bought a ticket for a slow train, and the train seat was a bench facing the window like in the subway. She sat on the left of Matsueda Jun, and Mochizuki Haruka was on the right of Matsueda Jun, at the very edge of the bench.

"Do you want one too, Tomatsu-san?" He shook the paper bag in his hand, and the girl smiled and shook her head.

The slow train to Otaru takes about an hour. After passing the Star Observation Station, you can see the coastline.

"Matsuji, if you are unwilling to take the initiative to give, will you not have a strong connection?" Wangyue Yao woke up from his sleepiness.

This is what she thought about last night as she lay alone in bed after she ended her call with the medical team.

The girl originally thought that it was useless to express her feelings like in the simulation, and that she would end up getting hurt and abandoned.

But now, a relationship based solely on monetary exchange doesn't seem to satisfy her.

In the simulation, Jun Matsueda's initiative resulted in a story of love and hate, but in reality where no one took the initiative, she could only spend day after day being cared for.

Perhaps such days are indeed comfortable, without having to think or hesitate, but apart from the fear of being abandoned, there is no longer any ripple in Wangyue Yao's heart.