The Sims: Heartbroken

Yang Liyan's flag died down.

It’s not that he gave up his great desire to help mankind out of the sea of ​​suffering—it’s just that the three views cannot be communicated with each other. Maybe when the total number of human beings is halved and they are tired of killing each other, people will agree to this matter.

...So it is impossible to communicate with different views.

Bruce's deployment method is completely different from Yang Li's.

How to say?For someone like Yang Li who grasps by feeling, it's like a chemical experiment.

Beakers and glass bottles that I haven't seen in many years are placed on the table.

Bruce was pouring those strange things into the cauldron in order - cat's tears, 45-year-old wine, sunflowers that had been in the sun all day - for some reason, watching Bruce treat these magical things seriously , giving people a subtle feeling... like cooking with a balance of salt?

...If you are so serious, maybe you can make something delicious.

Yang Li lay on Batman's table, watching him circle around in the small laboratory.

Some kind of sweet and sour feeling spread up.

Unexpectedly very romantic, this person can basically be said to be on the scientific side, trying to touch the magic side for someone——

Like sugar.

Out of the sight of humans, the ghost licked the corner of its mouth.

After the last medicinal material was added, a star-like brilliance burst out from the mouth of the bottle.

Bruce frowned—nine times out of ten he was wondering how this unscientific reaction happened.

The ghost floated to the side of the potion.

He caught the star with his hand and slowed down his voice, "In the name of the gods, I'm telling the truth."

It was as if a spell had been read—the star that fell on his hand spun and floated.

"Goddess of Death—" he read out the name of the god, "refused me to enter her kingdom,"

The goddess whose name was mentioned stood not far away and smiled at him.

"The lonely ghosts left in the world of the living still have things to do, and they are fortunate to be remembered. At this moment, they re-enter the world as human beings—"

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the stars in the palm of his hand, and then looked at the lonely lady.

"—My goddess, forgive me?"

"I forgive."

Death's voice was like a lover's whisper.

The stars went to work quickly—in seconds, the new body was ready.

Yang Li looked at his fingers, "Amazing, perfect."

Bruce, who was watching him, seemed relieved.

"One day you will tell me the principles of these things..." He pressed his temple and sighed weakly, "But now..."

As soon as he opened his arms, Yang Li approached him naturally and tacitly, hugging him.

Human texture.

"……I'm very sorry."

Bruce whispered in Yang Li's ear.

"for what?"

Yang Li patted Bruce's back, and could feel the body in his arms was still tired and stiff - "You need to rest."

"No, let me finish."

Bruce's forehead rested on Yang Li's shoulder.

"I... don't want to experience that feeling again."

Yang Li patted his shoulder with his backhand as a comfort.

"When you died in front of me...it was as if a part of me died with you. That feeling...as if all the air around you had been sucked away."

Bruce murmured.

"...you are very important. Don't leave me easily."

"In this case, maybe it's my fault." Yang Li said with a smile, "I never thought of hurting you in any way..."

"A lot of times you don't think about it." Bruce hugged Yang Li a little tighter, "But I was indeed injured."

……Wow.

It's so rare.

Yang Li hesitated for a while, then let out the voice of Awww following his heart.

cute.

It's like... soft meat that has lost its hard shell, soft and delicious.

"go to sleep?"

"……I……"

"Go to bed, baby."

The sleepy little Gotham prince looks like he's sleeping soundly.

Even though Yang Li can almost imagine the process of the hard shell slowly closing - the first question he will ask me tomorrow morning is probably the specific requirements for the resurrection potion.

What constitutes a human being, the consent of the goddess of death, the living, the extradition of someone.

These are enough.

It doesn't even need magic.

Yang Li stared at Bruce, backed away slowly, and approached the door.

It was about seven o'clock in the morning, and he could hear the breathing of another person outside the door.

It's not like anyone who should be in the house - there is a source of magic power outside the door, and the guy on the magic side may be attracted by this resurrection method that does not require magic power?

Yang Li was sure that the other person who was clinging to the door had heard him approaching.

But instead of walking away, he held his breath, as if hesitating.

Oh……

The moment Yang Li opened the door, the voice of the wizard chanting a spell sounded.

Apparate.

The figure that was not seen clearly turned into a mass of black and disappeared quickly.

That's a very familiar British accent.

—Oh, it's him.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

The figure in front of him flashed—Yang Li could almost see the corners of the wizard's lips tightly pursed—he had no choice but to follow up again, "You still remember me, don't you?"

Yang Li couldn't remember his name.

Was this part taken away by Elandra?Or was it worn out in the meticulous time?Yang Li vaguely remembered that there was a hardcover book in the corner of his study, with the wizard's name clearly engraved on it - but he just couldn't remember it.

"Hi?"

This is probably on top of a building.

Yang Li approached a dangerous distance.

If the wizard used the spell again, Yang Li might be hurt—a part of his body that was cut off and teleported away together—but Yang Li seemed to be confident.

"haven't seen you for a long time?"

How dare he?

Newt was almost shaking with anger.

After being caught cheating... how did he manage to look like nothing happened?

Ah, after all, it's pretty much a standard case of being tricked by a ghost.

He doesn't give a shit about anything - no matter how long it's been, he always does.

AH - full of bullshit, huh?

Newt took a deep breath.

He did not use Apparation again as Yang Li expected.

He shifted his wand into his other hand, tucked it back into his sleeve, and grabbed the ghost's skirt again.

"...You are also very—!...?!"

This is probably the first time Newt has taken the initiative to hit someone.

Whatever the ghost was trying to say—Newt found it impossible to listen calmly.

Before beating him up.

Yang Li squatted on the ground, covered his cheeks, and inhaled hissingly.

Newt crouched in front of him, eyes elsewhere, breathing quietly and evenly.

"It hurts..."

Yang Li moved his jaw. To be honest, this may be the most painful time except for the gunshot.

"Why did you hit me?"

...Do I have to explain to him why I beat him?

Newt wanted to throw a Lexi at him.

Lexi's caustic spit all over his face.

This guy is completely innocent-

"you……"

He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to pull out his wand and flee.

The Ghost has become a master magician - more likely than not he won't escape.

"Cheat."

He picked a word that wasn't so bad.

...Come on, is there a worse word for that?You're lucky that he's not very good at cursing people—with his brother's poisonous tongue, this kind of bad ghost can kill ten people.

"I shouldn't have wasted my time looking for you." He couldn't help muttering, "This must be a nightmare..."

"Huh? Am I a nightmare?"

Yang Li tugged at Newt's sleeve, "...so bad?"

"It sucks."

Newt pursed his lips, trying to grab his sleeve back, "I don't know how shameless you are—"

His trembling fingertips touched the back of Yang Li's hand.

Unlike ghosts, human Yang Li felt extremely warm.

"... let go of me..."

Newt let go after two touches.

A burning sensation continued to burn along the fingertips.

The love potion is about to take effect again.

Oh please, God, not now—

"leave me alone……"

He was almost curled up into a ball.

The assailant just now made a movement to drive away, but his expression became visibly depressed, as if he had exhausted his anger and was no longer able to fight back, "...don't get any closer."

Yang Li's stupid, bruised face - Newt's all-out blow as a grown man would probably still bruise it for a few days - moved a little closer.

"Am I really a nightmare?"

The guy who didn't grasp the point at all followed Newt, showing an expression as if he was going to cry or not, and then hooked the corners of his mouth very naturally, "Don't treat me like a nightmare..."

Like a bird, he sounds very light.

"...I wish I was a sweet dream, okay?"

... This guy is really shameless to the extreme.

Newt buried his face in his arms and let Yang Li lead him, "Who is that person?"

"the person I like."

"..."

There is really a feeling of being crushed by a straight ball.

Newt couldn't breathe.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the bruise on Yang Li's face fiercely.

"--Say it again."

Yang Li blinked, looked at Newt for a while, and lowered his eyes.

As if he finally felt the pain, his warm palm grabbed Newt's cold hand and pulled it off his face.

"Did I hurt you?"

He seemed to have finally realized that he had done something wrong.

"I'm glad you at least know that."

Newt's otherwise very gentle voice uttered the harsh sentence... Ah, he must be hurt badly.

Can I make it up?

Old humans are always difficult to understand...

Yang Li restrained his smile.

He stared at Newt with his -- equally exceptionally beautiful blue eyes, "...that's weird." He said slowly, "I always hurt people I like..."

like.

the person I like……

Newt looked at him for a while, and then looked away suddenly as if he woke up - he swallowed uncontrollably, trying to tell himself not to step into the trap again - but he did know that Yang Li was telling the truth.

... This kind of guy who can even say that he likes others directly, his confession is as attractive as sweet poison.

Humanity has failed miserably.

Newt covered his face.

He took a deep breath.

"Love me."

He said.

Probably used up all my courage.

"……say you Love Me."

He moved his hands down, revealing a pair of eyes, looked at Yang Li, and seemed to mutter something again, which was indistinct because the voice was too soft, "... If only I can remember, it's very unfair... You promised, You will always..."

"I will love you for the rest of my life."

Sweet talk is like poison.

Yang Li laughed.

"Of course, dear."

Unsteady human beings are always easily addicted.

"You can't love someone else at the same time, can you?"

Newt's eyes averted again.

Although it was not very comfortable, he had already guessed the ending...

"why?"

Yang Li's questioning voice was exactly as he imagined.

The wizard sighed.

The sensitive and smart little badger has already noticed something is wrong.

"...you bastard."