The Sims: Heartbroken

What does it mean not to resent?

No matter how cruelly he is treated, he will not resist.

No pain either.

Nor will you despair.

Just keep working.

More like some kind of machine than a person - when a whole society is like this, then the leader has an army that can be squeezed at will.

Natasha and Yang Li snuggled up on the sofa and read books together.

Natasha flipped through books on sociology—it was far from her cognition, it was simply another world.

Just reading it is creepy.

The people who rely on them are the victims of this deformed system, like a bird whose wings were cut off at birth, and they don't even know what freedom is like.

"Does Nata love me?"

Phantom's finger on the collection of poems—he prefers the soul-touching lines to his less-accessible work in government—"It's kind of weird to ask... But, I think we've done some Things lovers do."

Hugs, holding hands, kissing.

Natasha is like a gust of wind, she can feel the heat or coldness of the wind, but she can't leave any trace of it.

What I want to say... At the beginning, Nata said that she could start with a girlfriend, but Yang Li seriously felt that she was not qualified.

If you want to be favored by women, you must at least show some advantages, right?

He took Natasha to galleries, read poems to her, showed her homemade glass work, and some gems.

He was a little frustrated because Natasha was unchanged and unmoved.

"Of course I love you."

Natasha turned a page with a firm tone.

...are women born actors?

Yang Li sighed, slipped weakly, and fell on Natasha's lap.

For some reason, around Natasha, he couldn't help being childish.

He looked up at the woman's face, from an unusual angle, her eyebrows and eyes were still moving.

He covered half of his face with a book, hiding a smile of his own.

There are many people who know about this matter, but only one person is so sad.

People in the 27th century know what's wrong with their genes, why they were created, and where they end up dying - how could anyone know better than themselves?

But, presumably, it's because no one has ever tasted freedom, and no one cares so much.

Being cared for feels like sugar dissolved in water.

"If you really love me—"

He said slowly.

"The lock over there will ring, and then you can go."

"Why do I have to go?"

The female agent is smiling.

"There's nothing good out there either."

The safe house that will never be found, probably the dream place of all underground jobs.

Yang Li's eyes were a little unbelievable.

"So, do you want to stay?"

"I can't say I want to. But it's not bad to stay and have a rest."

She has long wanted to leave the current organization.

She's not used to going it alone - but she can start by breaking away from the last garbage group.

Yang Li's eyes lit up.

"In this case……"

He got up, drifted to the garden under Natasha's somewhat bewildered eyes, hesitated for a while in the spring, reached out to embrace the roses in the flowerbed, and closed the flow of time.

In the Sims, turn off the flow of time, the plant shelf will never wither, the human will never age, and the food will not spoil——

He closed his eyes.

The fragrance of flowers lingers around it, the chirping of birds and the sound of trees are very clear, but everything gradually freezes.

The voice repeats, and the fragrance of the flowers dissipates.

People don't grow old, but staying here - they lose their freedom.

Like a bird that has been used to flying in the sky, it is locked in a cage and gradually loses the ability to fly.

Natasha was different from him.

She knows what freedom is, and she also knows what cruelty is—if she stays in this cage...

Will be trapped.

When he plucks a rose, the thorns on it will not hurt him, but he can remove the sharp thorns.

...but he wouldn't do that.

"Nata, do you like flowers? I remember girls like flowers."

He put the thorny roses into the vase, held the vase to meet Natasha's smiling eyes, and then smiled.

"What you said just now is a minus point." Natasha fiddled with the petals of the rose, "You raised it yourself?"

"Yeah, I kind of like gardening."

"Painting, gardening, crafting, what else can't you do?"

"I can't dance." Yang Li thought for a while, "I can't fight either."

"Would you guys fight too? I thought you were all clay figurines who wouldn't get angry."

"There will be fights, but they're more like duels."

"……duel?"

"Yeah, a duel, if you feel that your self-esteem is damaged, you will throw gloves at the other party - the duel method is similar to a long time ago, and it is still very common in my hometown..."

"Didn't it mean you can't stay outside for too long?"

"Yes, I have to go back to the training cabin for a few days every ten or so days, but it doesn't affect people's enjoyment of watching the excitement—and duels, so it can be regarded as admiring the aesthetics of violence."

"In this case, it is not incomprehensible..."

"Nata."

The ghost looked polite, "Let's duel."

"..."

For a moment, Natasha's expression was filled with "what's wrong with this child's brain".

"Have you damaged your self-esteem?" she asked tentatively.

"Not really, I just want to show you - I'm already very mature." He tilted his head, with a gentle expression on his young face, "You can't treat me like a child anymore."

It sounds like a child's unreasonable trouble.

But... the ghost with a mass of less than 3 grams said that he was "not good at fighting", and at this time he offered to fight——

Natasha narrowed her eyes.

Is this underestimated?

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The pinned down ghost sank to the floor.

The female agent reacted very quickly, and immediately evacuated from the spot, standing in the living room with her waist bowed and vigilant.

The "hidden weapon" flew over——

It's a pillow.

There was a bit of disgust on the female agent's expression.

The level of fighting is extremely poor, it can be brought down in four seconds, and now it's such a trick...?

Wait, this color is wrong, I haven't seen it before!

The pillow burst open in mid-air.

A mass of feathers obscured the view.

She quickly turned around vigilantly, but was still caught by the ghost floating behind her, she could seize the gap and turn sideways when her body was unbalanced for a moment——

"Nata is amazing."

The ghost holding her wrist fell down on the sofa with her, and quickly floated directly above her, "The reaction is so fast."

Whether it's the way to confuse the line of sight, or the speed at which they pounce, there are still many unexpected situations.

Ghosts are a little more aggressive than expected.

The widow's sting on the black widow's wrist has not been used yet, and her marksmanship is also very accurate if the distance is long enough.

She didn't use her full strength in the fight. In fact, she could overthrow him again with the current position of holding her wrist.

But seeing his slightly smug look, he didn't really want to continue fighting.

"Why?" Her tone was a little frivolous, with a hint of inexplicable tenderness, "Do you want to prove to me that you are an adult?"

The ghost blinked.

He leaned down, kissed her cheek, and then kissed the corner of her mouth as if dissatisfied.

"Do you love me?"

He just asked tirelessly.

His voice was a little muffled.

"Nata, if you love me, the door will open."

"..."

She used to think that being trapped here was the wish of a lonely ghost.

"Do you want me to go?"

The ghost's eyes are complicated.

"Nata... my sadness is slight, but it can be sad, I don't have very strong sadness, so... a little sadness is all I have..."

He drifted away a little, pulled Natasha up, and sat down beside her.

"...that question makes me a little sad."

I don't want you to leave me, and I want you out of this house.

I really want to go out with you.

Are all the grumpy guys out there?They're at least emotionally charged by my standards, and that's probably going to be fun.

He was a little dazed, and Natasha hugged him tenderly, her fingertips gently stroking his neck and back; he didn't even know when he fell asleep.