The Sims: Heartbroken

It's not like a date invitation, it's more of a "don't run away and we'll settle the score".

There was no excess emotion in those eyes.

I don't know how powerful the butler of the Wayne family is. In short, even though the circus is full, he can still take out a ticket next to Bruce.

The billionaire, social media darling - decided to put on a little camouflage before heading out to avoid recognition.

"Why black-rimmed glasses?"

...does he really think that no one will recognize him with a pair of glasses on?

"Just kidding."

Bruce shrugged.

Yang Li didn't understand what the so-called teasing was all about, but he vaguely understood that it was a joke.

So he hooked the corners of his mouth politely.

The atmosphere relaxed a little.

The two walked into the performance venue side by side.

Beautiful decorations, ferocious animals, tamers with whips.

"...you'll like these."

"My parents used to bring me here."

Yang Li turned his head to look at Bruce.

Even though it was an entertainment occasion, his expression didn't seem so relaxed.

Maybe it was because Yang Li was beside him.

Wow.

He sighed inwardly.

It felt less like a lover and more like an enemy.

"Maybe I interrupted your nostalgic time?"

"Comeon, you know you'll never bother anyone."

How should I say it?This scene, this situation, this sentence sounds like an automatic reply.

Once out of his stronghold—the so-called Batcave, or by extension the Wayne Mansion—he went into Bruce Wayne mode.

Sweet, romantic, and flawless.

An excellent camouflage.

"I thought the meaning of your disguise was to make others unable to recognize you."

"Whatever, just in case, or I'm used to it, whatever you want."

He leaned back, eyes on the stage, and took off his black-rimmed glasses, "I don't care what you think—"

He suddenly lost his voice.

Yang Li was still staring at him, and turned his gaze to the stage a bit later——

The two figures fell quickly.

In the blink of an eye—it turned into a pool of red.

Yang Li saw the little boy, with black hair and blue eyes, with a beaming and cute smile on his face, but he opened his mouth slightly, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

His parents fell.

The scene was silent for two seconds—screams, phone calls, and footsteps all filled Yang Li's ears.

Ah, it's like leaping over the madhouse again.

He looked at the red, sensitively aware that Bruce's breathing became lighter.

Bruce stared at the pool of blood on the ground without blinking.

Yang Li didn't feel sad at first.

He just reaches out, covering Bruce's eyes.

"Don't look."

Yang Li's god of death has come.

He was wearing that robe as always, holding his sickle, standing quietly beside Yang Li.

...resurrect them.

——At the moment when this idea appeared, a lady suddenly appeared.

She was also dressed in black—subtle stitching on her face, but no less beautiful—and she held her head up slightly, right in front of death.

"They're mine."

She said to Yang Li.

Except for this lady and Yang Li, everything in the world tends to stagnate.

Bruce also lingered on a head-up motion.

Yang Li looked at him—that dazed, almost bewildered expression—it was actually a bit delicious.

"Hello."

He said to the honorable lady.

"You know me?"

"Your legends fill my bookcase."

The goddess of death appeared in such an image, so the other gods of death could only be men-in order to avoid abusing the image of the goddess, I deliberately avoided it.

"It's an honor to meet you, have you come to take me home?"

"That may not be my duty, but it doesn't matter." The goddess approached Yang Li, "Hmm, you are quite cute."

Yang Li stared at her.

Now she is probably the most beautiful woman in the world.

"But not now." The Goddess of Death approached Yang Li, "Stay away from my soul—otherwise we won't be able to chat properly anymore."

As she spoke, she blew a kiss to Yang Li. "Say hello to Wade for me - I miss him a bit."

The flow of time returned to normal.

Bruce raised his head, and when he met Yang Li's gaze, his expression had calmed down. If Yang Li hadn't caught his expression for a moment just now, he would have been deceived.

"You know I'm not a kid anymore."

"Of course, I know." Yang Li replied without pause, "There is a child over there."

Bruce shifted his gaze to the children on the high platform.

Inexplicably, Yang Li felt that he was somewhat similar to that child.

The same black hair and blue eyes—and the same expression.

"...I have to go see him."

In the end, Bruce got up and walked towards the crime scene against the rapidly evacuating crowd.

It was early morning when Yang Li arrived home.

"—hard day?"

Before he could turn on the light, the mercenary on the sofa spoke first.

"Oh, it's a bit sad indeed."

Yang Li thought for a while, and ignored all kinds of speculations about the imminent destruction of the world, "The Goddess of Death asked me to tell you that she misses you."

"Yeah, I haven't died for a while—Wait! You mean, Goddess of Death? Did you see Goddess of Death?"

"Well, a very honorable lady."

He also abducted his god of death.

"I witnessed a fall today." Yang Li closed his eyes, "It's hard to say... I didn't have any idea about this matter—"

until the child was contacted.

He watched Bruce carefully communicate with the child, looked into the child's lifeless eyes, and suddenly felt a little sad.

It was like a crack had been broken in the seal, a little sadness spilled down, something happened that never happened before.

People in the 27th century don't grieve for lost lives, because grieving doesn't help.

But for a moment—the kind of grief that pierced his heart, even made his stomach feel a little sick.

"Maybe I can create a better world."

Wade half-closed his eyes, and nodded dispensably, "Well—it sounds easy to achieve."

"I just need to write down the names of those original authors, and I can make this day come decades earlier—"

With the popularization of gene editing technology, there is almost no intentional homicide in the world.

"I think--"

"No you don't want to."

Wade kicked Yang Li off the bed.

"That's not a good idea—because you see, people like me wouldn't exist in that kind of world."

He muttered something impatiently, and then dragged Yang Li back to the bed like a chicken—"You've become sinking!—In short, this world is already ruthless enough."

"You don't need to make it colder."