Chapter 65: Souvenirs

The last thing Yuwu can do for the fog is to take down this huge hole alone.

Resigning means that your vacation has begun, and the entanglement with the fog is over.

That's fine.

- When everything is good, you can leave.

Yuwu admonished himself repeatedly.

At least if you leave like this, you will look very free and legendary.

Wu Li didn't say anything, she hid all her emotions in her heart that day, which also made Yuwu a little happy.

- "Don't be so blunt when I'm gone, and don't tell others about some ideas." ”

Kiri asked him to meet at that café in the evening.

After reading the text message, Yuwu forcibly pressed the "delete" button.

I approached her because of the mission, but now that the mission is over, there is no need for this friendship, or relationship, to continue. It's fair and safe......

……

But why are you so unwilling?

It's like losing the most precious thing with your own hands!

……

There were still more than three hours left before the time to go to the appointment, and Yuwu was already close to suffocating. He had never been so confused, and he wished he was just a poor little employee who had just lost his job!

- I knew this would be the case, and Yuwu should have noticed this in the first place.

As he sat on the soft couch in the café, he felt like he was sitting on a thousand needles. The needles pierced his head vertically, making his scalp tingle.

However, the moment the wind chimes hanging from the glass door rang, he didn't feel anything. Because he can't escape.

Wearing the familiar casual clothes of the Imperial Crow, Kiri broke into the café and allowed the glass door to close at a wide angle - just like in the movie, the dusty heroine walks into the panicked emergency room, receiving the information from the door at the highest speed. When the fog located the direction of the Imperial Crow, her short steps were like the sound of the wind brought by an arrow off the string. The pair of red and swollen eye circles must have been the result of this afternoon, because Yuwu was still in the fog when he left at noon. The handbag in the fog was ruthlessly left behind by the owner at the edge of the glass window and the sofa, making a muffled chest-beating sound, and the fog did not say a word before sitting on the limp sofa opposite Yuwu.

Gowu didn't know what to say, he should get out of here.

In the fog, he used his arms as pillows, and his head hit it with the help of inertia, but it did not bounce back.

Even after she sat down in the fog, she didn't say a word, only her trembling and limp body and the slight sobbing sound.

Go-wu wanted to gently pat her on the shoulder, to comfort her by telling her that she was okay and didn't have to worry, so that she would stop crying. But Yuwu hesitated, was this his task?

The first time he did something other than the taskbar, Yuwu was a little panicked.

But this is not the way to go, after all, more and more people's eyes are beginning to converge in this direction.

"Don't cry, I'll get a job." Gowu chose the most ordinary words to comfort her.

He didn't squeak in the fog and ignored him.

Yuwu's half-central hand had to fall on the shoulder of the mist, who was very delicate and had a small skeleton.

I cried even more in the fog.

While saying in his heart the first sentence in his life, "Women are really troublesome", Gowu walked around the table and sat next to the fog (in fact, only half of his body can land on the sofa, and his body is balanced by his legs).

Gowu lifted his shoulders and walked around the fog and gently hugged her. He was very careful, just like a beginner.

The fog changed from crying to sobbing again.

It seems to have gotten better. Thinking so, Yuwu quietly withdrew his hand.

Halfway through this seemingly long movement, just reaching Kiri's spine to be precise, Kiri jerked out a hand, intercepted it with unmistakable accuracy, and threw it back towards his shoulder.

Of course, Gogo understood what the fog meant, even if he was a beginner.

The two of them remained in a posture that was not elegant, but even a little awkward, until the waiter brought two lattes and two spoons.

During this time, Yuwu could only look squarely at the reflective marble table in front of him, and looked at his own shadow: the bespectacled, unkempt white hair, and dazed face of what to do.

The emotions in the fog are almost vented, like a dam that opens the floodgates and releases water, and in the end only a trickle remains. She felt the tissue box with a sense of direction before looking up, and as she looked up, she pulled out three pieces of paper and put them on her face, wiping them vigorously.

Crying like this, the makeup has already been spent.

Yuwu also drew two pieces of paper, wanting to help her cultivate as much as possible to "a touch of light makeup", rather than indulging it to "depict landscapes".

The fog didn't stop him, in fact she really hoped that someone could help her "check the gates". After all, he is an adult, and he still has to take care of this face.

"Enough crying?" Gowu took the opportunity to withdraw his arm, and his arm was a little numb due to the fact that he had maintained the scale of "not daring to fall all on her shoulder, nor daring to leave her shoulder completely" for a long time.

"Uh-huh......" wasn't a word (not even a word), but she finally made a second sound besides crying.

"Did Dusty Xiao trouble you again after that?" Yuwu asked her.

"No, she seems to have been transferred to another branch." Kiri was reluctant to mention her, if it weren't for the answer to Miu.

"That's good, everything will pass, back to the way it was." Yuwu is relieved, and his aftermath work has always been in place.

"Not really!" The fog was so excited that she almost cried again. "You...... Already...... I can't come back...... "Foggy now feels deeply sorry every time I think back to the scene of the interview with Yuwu. If she had known that God would play tricks on her like this, she should have cherished these five months even more.

"I've been there." Mi Wu smiled against his will.

"Then will I see you again......" Misty curled up his arms, his thumbs scraping at each other.

Yuwu is very sensitive, he knows very well what he is thinking at the moment, so he chooses to be silent.

The fog didn't want his silence, so he didn't even have time to embody it.

"Now, at least come and see me when you want to see me, okay?" The voice in the fog was trembling, like a jack pendant tied to his throat, and the strings broke when he touched it. She began by turning to the Imperial Crow, with pouring out her heart as the process, and ending with a tearful smile.

- This expression in the fog at this moment melted the last bit of the hard, impregnated shell of the Woo that was soaked in falsehood and chaos.

Only then did Yuwu feel that the real world was not dark and gloomy, but full of warmth and hope.

- The two of them were very close, which was never done during their work, so close that Yuwu could smell the shampoo used in the fog.

Wuwu didn't know where his sanity had flown (most likely dissipated with the shell), and his hormones had apparently taken over the position of "sanity", sounding the alarm in his mind—

"Warning, you are approaching the organism 'in the fog' and will crash into it in three seconds."

But hormones didn't signal him to stop.

- I knew this would be the case, and Yuwu should have noticed this in the first place.

When two people touch each other's heartbeats, all problems are solved.

Kiri felt a little itchy at the corners of her eyes (maybe the eyeliner was at work), so she wanted to get rid of the abnormality by closing her eyes tightly. But before that, she gently removed her glasses and rested them on the coffee table (this time with a much gentler gesture than when she had just dropped her bag). Then, she wrapped her arms around Gou's neck from behind, bringing them closer.

When everything was getting better, while it was quietly leaving, someone spotted it......