The Sims: Heartbroken

Today is a very special day.

Yang Li's eyes drooped slightly, looking at the street like a god showing mercy.

"Humans are always on how to hurt each other more efficiently..."

He murmured, as if he was thinking about some life problem.

"—Extremely persistent."

Hidden in the crowd, the killer lowered the brim of his hat.

The silver on his wrist flickered.

The Winter Soldier wasn't targeting him.

certainly--

How could Yang Li be worthy of him?

But just look at him... Yang Li couldn't even feel the pain in his heart when those once bright eyes were cold and heartless again.

He should have.

Ever since he'd seen the Winter Soldier stalking a target in the street—that mixed feeling had stuck with him.

Maybe... maybe he should go to Charles.

When he lost his memory, under Tianqi's hand, he once felt, just for a moment... pain.

Bitter, profound, the pain that makes the brain completely empty.

It's hard to say whether Yang Li hates or likes that feeling. In the end, he just acquiesced to Charles' "cutscene"—Charles didn't even need to deceive him—even if he remembered everything, Yang Li didn't recall that feeling.

Until you see the Winter Soldier.

...He couldn't even feel heartache for the person he liked.

Oh, although he did feel something slight, not worse than getting his hands scratched by paper.

After feeling real pain, it doesn't feel like enough.

"Hey," he stepped into the crowd, took off his hat—

The moment the confusion spell failed, the Winter Soldier's cold eyes fell on Yang Li's face.

"do you remember me?"

The Winter Soldier's eyes didn't stop at all, and his footsteps—

Like a bloody shark, he closely followed his mission goal.

Yang Li is not important to the Winter Soldier, he is just a passerby——

... Yang Li is only meaningful to James.

"I may not be a qualified psychiatrist."

Yang Li put on his hat with a wry smile.

...let me take you to the best.

The Winter Soldier's eyes lost focus for a moment——

He ran straight into Yang Li on the street, and disappeared in place with him.

"You're really giving me a problem."

"Feel sorry."

Yang Li half-closed his eyes, looking listlessly at the sleeping Winter Soldier—"He doesn't know what he's doing...it's scary."

me either.

Yang Li heard Charles sigh again.

"You don't need..." Charles rubbed his temple, "You don't know what you're doing. Just leave it to me—"

--you can go now.

And what you're trying to do... I don't want to help.

"I want to feel those things again...Charles, he's right, when I can't be in pain, can't empathize...I'm like a cold-blooded bastard."

"...Don't stay too long with Deadpool, he'll teach you badly...you know you're not."

"Whatever." Yang Li looked away, "I guess I'm still not ready..."

His eyes wandered around and fell on Charles' hair—and couldn't help but smile, "New hairdo?"

"I can't stand myself going out with that hair, you're so used to them."

"Comeon, it's better than being bald."

The pranks of those young people were too low-level, Yang Li set an example and demonstrated what a successful prank is.

He casts a hair growth spell on Charles' apocalyptic bald head...and leads a bunch of brats to give Charles a Mediterranean shave while he naps.

Although the prank failed because of a kid laughing out loud, Yang Li finally made up Charles's missing hair... Is it uneven?Oh, it's inevitable, hehe.

As a result, Charles changed to a new hairstyle - he just wanted to divert his attention, but his mood was uncontrollably getting better and better.

That trace of pain is like the fine sand under the waves, which is swallowed up in an instant and then disappears.

Ah, people in the 27th century all hope to be free from pain... What's the use of having such a heart if you don't feel sorry for the one you like?

Yang Li glanced at the Winter Soldier again.

"...He will leave it to you. After all, you are the expert, the kind that treats amnesia..."

Although it is completely cult to use mind control to dispel magic.

But whatever, as long as his memory can be restored - it's better to completely strip away those lingering brainwashing words.

Yang Li lowered his head slightly, "For me... I'll go find someone he knows, if he meets someone he knows as soon as he wakes up—maybe it will be better."

Oh, Captain America... what's his name?

Steve Rogers has a certain feeling.

Being tracked—but not being able to see the person was an eerie experience.

He was clearly approaching his home, but that person still didn't do anything, attack or negotiate, just fell not far away——

Like a ghost, it clearly feels like there is something over there, but I can't see it.

"If you are not hostile," he said deliberately, "come out and let me see you."

That feeling dissipated in an instant.

A young man took off his hat and nodded to him.

"Why follow me?"

"I'm not sure." Yang Li said slowly, "You look very similar...but I'm not sure, maybe you can find that I'm one of the reasons why you want me to confirm...Captain?"

He spoke very slowly, even with a strange feeling.

"who are you?"

"Yang Li." The man put on his hat again, "Nobody...I'm not important, what's important is, Captain, do you still remember Bucky?"

of course I remember.

With no distinction between friend and foe, although he wondered why Yang Li would suddenly mention Bucky, the captain remained silent.

That fuzzy shadow - the captain has been staring at him, but at most he can see the corners of his mouth - approached in an instant!

As the world spun, the scenery around him changed.

...This is the second time in a day that Yang Li used Apparition on the street.

"Second time? Second time! Who the hell? Did he think the Confusion Charm was enough? Those No-Majs are going crazy!"

The US Ministry of Magic is in a mess.

The second time No-Maj discovered that "someone suddenly disappeared on the road.

And they had no idea who the magician with the unregistered wand was.

Newt looked at the chaos and was a little worried, but he still sat aside quietly.

He still remembers being a stowaway, low-key, low-key.

All was well... until he found Blue Feather at his feet.

"Uh?"

He opens the box.

"Momo? Lexie?... Lexie!"

Outside the box, the little blue bird without wings stretched out its paws.

...Although the bird's face should have been expressionless, Newt strangely saw some prelude and provocation ... usually before he played with it.

"Lexie!...not now...!"

The little blue bird held its paws, stretched them out, and landed on the ground tentatively, then——

Just run away.