The End of the World: Chaos

"Do I really think you will stay with me forever?" Hill muttered to himself in his heart, with a bit of sarcasm, recalling Yang Yi's carefree look, and a surge of anger rose in his heart. What did he think of her, was she just a shadow that could be summoned at will?

At this moment, Hill's phone suddenly vibrated. She saw that it was a message from Ruth, and her heart moved a little. She immediately replied: "Sure, when do you leave?"

"Eight o'clock, the bar is called 'Moonlight'." Ruth's reply was quick and straightforward, as if it also added a touch of brightness to her mood.

"Okay, I'll definitely keep the appointment." Hill drank the strong coffee in the cup in one gulp, feeling a little relieved. Perhaps he could temporarily forget all his worries tonight.

At the same time, Yang Yi was reading the news in his apartment. The anchor on the TV was reporting the unrest in New York. He was in a state of panic. The scene of that day was still vivid in his mind. The strong energy shock seemed to echo in the depths of his soul. He was lost in thought and could not calm down.

"It's like a dream." He muttered to himself, trying to find a trace of resonance, and then turned up the volume to the highest. The female anchor's voice was firm and clear: "According to expert analysis, the interaction between the solar storm and the earth has caused unusual particle fluctuations, which interfered with the human nervous system." Although he knew that this was just an excuse, his heart was slightly relieved by this explanation.

He picked up a bottle of beer and called Ruth. "Hey, Ruth, I want to go to the bar tonight, too."

On the other end of the phone, Ruth seemed surprised: "Really? I thought you didn't care about these!"

"I just want to see the excitement." Yang Yi answered, but he secretly wondered whether the excitement could dispel the haze in his heart.

"Okay, see you later." Ruth said happily.

As night fell, the atmosphere in the bar was as warm as fire, the music surged like a tide, people were intoxicated and dancing to their heart's content, as if all their troubles were gone. The moment Hill walked into the bar, he was attracted by the lively scene, and the invisible burden in his heart was slightly relieved.

"Hill! You're finally here!" Ruth poked her head out from the crowd, smiling and waving enthusiastically.

Hill smiled slightly, walked forward and hugged her. The light flickered, reflecting on Hill's face, like a dazzling galaxy.

"Where is Xika?" she asked.

"She's in the bathroom. You can order drinks as soon as she comes out." Ruth chatted and pulled Hill's hand towards the bar.

At this time, Yang Yi also walked into the bar, looking a little out of place. His eyes quickly caught Hill, and although the two were not close, he could not suppress his attraction to her.

"Look, that's Yang Yi over there!" Ruth suddenly pointed, looking surprised.

Hill was distracted for a moment, and looked in the direction of her finger, with a complex emotion on his face, "Why would he be here?"

"I'll go say hello to him." Ruth trotted over excitedly, leaving Hill alone facing the bar, feeling confused for a moment.

"Oh, Yang Yi, what a surprise." Ruth walked briskly to him with a smile on her face.

"I'm just looking for some fun." Yang Yi responded indifferently, but in his heart he was unconsciously looking for Hill's figure.

"Hill is here too. I just caught a glimpse of her." Ruth said mysteriously.

"Oh?" Yang Yi was stunned and turned around eagerly. The inexplicable expectation in his heart made him look at Hill, and sure enough, he saw her standing quietly in front of the bar.

"Hi, Hill." Yang Yi walked towards her, trying to keep his tone as relaxed as possible.

"You are here too." Hill forced a smile, his heart agitated, and he secretly wondered if there was anything to talk about between Shu and Zi.

"The music tonight is great, how about a drink?" Yang Yi tried to close the distance between them, his heart filled with anticipation mixed with a little nervousness.

"I want a margarita," Hill replied calmly.

Yang Yi looked at her profile, and suddenly an indescribable feeling arose in his heart. The days of joy and laughter with Ruth and Sika in the past now seemed a little pale at this moment.

"I'll order it for you." He hoped secretly in his heart, and involuntarily dispelled his desire for wine.

"Thank you." Hill's voice was soft, but his eyes were still fixed on the bar, as if his mind was still not clear.

After some time passed, Yang Yi brought the prepared wine, but the atmosphere was still cautious.

"Hill, are you still thinking about that day?" He mustered up the courage to ask, trying to resolve the dilemma in his mind, recalling the little argument in the cafe.

When Hill heard those words, he sneered, "Why should I think so hard? Isn't he a casual person?"

"Are you referring to me?" Yang Yi was shocked and stunned, thinking that he had indeed disappointed her.

"I have no intention of arguing, but it is inevitable." Hill turned around, his chest almost burning with anger.

"If that's the case, I have nothing to say." Yang Yi's expression was slightly gloomy, but there was a hint of firmness in his eyes.

The music in the bar gradually removed the tense atmosphere, and Hill's mind calmed down a little. He finally began to enjoy the joy and wine in front of him.

As the wine went down her throat, Hill gradually became drunk, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes became blurry. Yang Yi looked at her, and the estrangement in his heart became increasingly faint, as if the harsh prejudice at this moment was also gone with the wind. In his mind, it emerged: Hill at this moment was actually somewhat cute.

"Hill, do you understand that you are so cute sometimes?" Yang Yi said softly, feeling warm in his heart.

Hill was startled, then asked with a smile: "How many lovely girls have you seen?"

"Not much, but you are different in my heart." Yang Yi said seriously, with gentle emotion in his eyes.

Hill's heart trembled, and the defensive feeling seemed to slowly melt away, but he was full of doubts: "But Ke'er's attitude was not like this before."

"I'm extremely complicated. Just agree." Yang Yi said with a slight self-deprecating tone.

"Anyway, why not try to have a chat." Hill finally raised his eyes and showed a relieved smile.

"That's good." Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally found an opportunity for integration.