"What if...... If you can, I think we can be together, so ...... Please...... Don't die, okay? The soft girl said her thoughts with tears on the flickering screen, tears flashed on her face, and crystal tears flowed wantonly.

And lying in her arms was the wounded and weak young man, the sword in his hand stabbing weakly against the broken ground, the broken blade with a gap in the ruins.

The two of them stood under the scattered cherry blossom trees, the falling petals falling on their bodies like a drizzle, revealing a beautiful desolation.

Tirpitz squeezed the handle in his hand stupidly, staring blankly at the wide, clear screen with dark circles, his lovely face was tired and wrinkled like kneaded rice paper. What appeared to her now was the final admiration of the whole game, and the result of her fighting for a night.

"But everything ...... It's still too late. The seriously injured boy shook his head helplessly, as if he had no strength to break free from the arms of death, and the long sword in his hand slipped from his palm little by little, like a meteorite falling from a cliff, straight to the ground, bursting out of his last cry.

The final picture is frozen in the moment when the young man closes his eyes, and he wants to touch the hand of his beloved girl but still fails to achieve his goal, and sags weakly as if he is sick and weak to the extreme.

The weak wind instantly became roaring, shaking the cherry blossom trees like a madman, and countless petal raindrops seemed to be an endless torrential rain, slowly submerging the two people under the trees.

The only remaining girl bent down and wept bitterly, feeling the gradually cold corpse in her arms, unable to do anything. They were like figures abandoned by the world, drowning in the rain of flowers, and the oozing blood stained the cherry blossoms red, making them crimson like condensation.

Tirpitz stared at the freeze-frame frame in a daze, his empty hand trembling slightly, and he took several deep breaths before finally turning off the screen in front of him with the handle. She closed her eyes and leaned back, shaking her head in the soft carpet, as if this was not the end she wanted to see.

"Why is it such a tragedy in the end? Clearly...... The two of them had already known each other's intentions, but they had been reluctant to speak. Tirpitz closed his eyes and looked at the ceiling and muttered softly, recalling the plot of the previous game, feeling deep regret. If I had spoken earlier, I wouldn't have ended up like this. She threw the handle away and sighed deeply.

She had seen such a final Mu once before, and when she saw the tearful girl appear on the screen, Tirbitz decisively cut out, choosing to save backtrack and play again. Constantly refreshing her equipment and improving her level, she will finally defeat the terrible boss, but to her surprise, the picture she gets is still a familiar tragedy, which makes her feel deeply helpless.

Could it be that the setting of the script is like this? In the end, the male protagonist will definitely die in the arms of the female protagonist, is the female protagonist destined to die alone and grow old? Why can't there be a happy ending? Tirpitz asked the game manufacturer weakly in his heart, helpless about this ending.

She tilted her head, trying to take advantage of the time to rest, but the faint sound of footsteps outside the door shattered her thoughts.

With a hesitant knock on the door, Tirpitz sighed and said, "Come in, sister, the door is not closed." She spoke lazily, then squinted sideways, wanting to rest for a moment. Leaving his defenseless back to his sister who entered the room.

"Tirpitz?" Jiqi, who was regarded as Bismarck, showed a helpless wry smile, and was stunned but still opened his mouth to tell his identity. "I'm not your sister Bismarck, I'm the Admiral." He looked at the girl with his back to him and whispered.

He remembered that since Bismarck came to the Castle, he had never seen the girl named Tirpitz in front of him, like a stealth ship lady in the Castle, and there was hardly anything to let her out except stay in her room.

"Admiral?" The tired girl blinked sleepily and turned to look at the figure standing in front of her. "Is there anything the Admiral is looking for me?" Like a lazy kitten, she crawled slowly down the soft carpet towards Jiqi.

Ji Qipan sat on the ground, groaning in his mind about how to make this otaku girl willingly take the blame for herself.

"I do have something important to discuss with you, but ......" He looked at the girl who was staring at the panda's eyes and blinked, not knowing whether to speak or not. Looking at the other party's tired face, compared to last night, he must have not closed his eyes all night, and insisted from night to morning.

"But?" Tirbitz followed Jiqi's knee up, resting his weak little head on Jiqi's thigh, and then kept adjusting his direction, looking for the most comfortable position. "If there's anything going on with the Admiral, let me sleep first, I'm so tired last night that I haven't had a good rest."

She listened to her sister and brother-in-law's passionate collision audio last night to soothe her lonely self, and after that she turned on the console again, playing in the moonlight, until this morning she saw the final promise of the ending. It can be said that whether it is mental or physical, she is extremely tired and just wants to cope with it with a comfortable sleep.

"I know, next time, don't stay up late, it's not good for your health." Ji Qi nodded slightly, and used his own gentle technique to slightly caress the girl's heavy eye circles, the warm temperature penetrated through the delicate skin, making Tirbitz feel the warmth of the sun, and the sleepiness was like a raging tide hitting her, completely drowning.

"Talent...... No, staying up late is for the ship's mother...... It just makes us feel tired. The girl lazily shook her head to deny Jiqi's statement, smacked her lips and closed her eyes and slowly fell into a deep sleep, her steady breathing made Jiqi sigh slightly, he gently rubbed the girl's little head, and waited quietly like a puppet.

Last night, although Bismarck was tough at first like a bad customer who likes to write bad reviews for the store, and then was easily tamed by Jiqi in the end, so that the tsundere Persian cat turned into a docile little milk cat, and could only express his dissatisfaction with a babbling voice, but was quickly overwhelmed by Jiqi's deep kiss.

So when the bright sunlight once again shone into the room through the heavy curtains, Bismarck could only curl up in the quilt with the smell of prayer, and the second time he was in bed, the first time after the madness of the wedding ship that night.

Jiqi looked at the fleshy girl lying on her lap, rubbing her delicate long pink hair, like a helpless brother looking at his fat sister, his eyes were gentle like rippling streams. He had almost never paid attention to this girl who didn't like to talk before, but this time he clearly felt her absolute trust in himself, obviously he didn't get along much, but like two close admirals and ship girls, there was no barrier between each other, otherwise she wouldn't lie on her lap so casually and sleep peacefully.

Tirpitz is really a very familiar ship girl. Jiqi slowly leaned back, lay flat on the carpet, let the girl's head rest on his soft belly, quietly closed his eyes, and made up sleep with her. The girl didn't rest last night to play a game, and she was fighting each other with her sister.

If Tirbitz had known what had happened to her and her sister last night, she would have punched herself in the face. Jiqi smiled bitterly and thought wildly in his heart, listening to the girl's steady breathing and slowly falling asleep.

Thank you for the monthly pass of the will of the fighting god and the dreadnought Global Eagle, thank you for your support, and by the way, I wish you all a happy May Day.