The Sims: Heartbroken

That's how it happens every once in a while.

Newt likes all kinds of magical creatures, so he understands the wonderful differences between different species.

He looked at Yang Li, as if he was looking at some other creature - as an unaware person, he found the truth by himself.

Yang Li's race is definitely a very popular one.

Likeable, philanthropic, never changing heart.

Fraternal love, unchanging heart - how can human beings divide love into many parts, and still guarantee that every part is love?

He is definitely some other race.

"Love among human beings does not allow a third person."

Newt said it bluntly.

"Hey……"

Obviously, Yang Li knew about this very early on.

... Newt felt itchy again.

Although he is not an otaku, he should have nothing to do with aggressive words——

"If you know that," Newt tried to keep his voice calm, "it's not feasible—but still split like this." He lowered his head slightly, and his wand slipped out of his sleeve again, "I...I want to put you Lock it in my trunk."

Ah, easy to say illegal declaration.

Newt closed his eyes in despair.

Smuggling, trying to limit the physical freedom of intelligent beings, feels like a villain... but the mood is completely out of the mind.

"Want to catch me?"

Yang Li looked at Newt with great interest, as if he was talking about hide-and-seek rather than illegal imprisonment... Ah, suddenly I was so worried.

Newt was worried that Yang Li would be cheated away, so he probably didn't even need to give candy.

"No... if you knowingly committed the crime," Newt gripped his wand tightly, "you're not innocent."

What does that mean?Does that mean Newt can take him away and lock him up?

"I know what it's like to be human."

Yang Li nodded his cheeks lightly - the bruises had disappeared, "But...you know?"

What kind of weird question is this?

Provided Van Nut spent a few more days with the Ghost—he would probably have gotten to grips with the Ghost's old theory of human imperfection.

"Humans are... weird."

There is a strange look on the ghost's face, which is completely different from the usual innocence, "In the same situation, the language of expression is different, and it will lead to different results... Inefficient communication comes from inefficient negative emotions... "

Jealousy, arrogance, selfishness, inferiority complex.

Everything is jumbled together, confusing the human mind.

Can not understand, so should not blindly judge right or wrong.

...But, generally speaking, Yang Li just couldn't make himself understand and follow many human affairs.

"...So, as long as you feel happy."

The black hole of magic logic opened the tip of the iceberg.

Yang Li tilted his head, "I don't want anyone to get hurt..."

The result is that it hurts everyone.

Oh so bad, so bad.

Newt seemed worried.

He looked at Yang Li hesitantly for a while, and finally left in a hurry with only one sentence "I will come back to find you".

It looked like he didn't want to raise such a big magical creature as Yang Li.

...It's a pity.

When Yang Li returned to Wayne House, Bruce was still awake.

The quilt was rolled into a ball by him and hugged in his arms. His bare upper body looked scarred, but he seemed to be sleeping well.

Although he and Bruce hadn't slept around the same time, Yang Li wasn't very tired—then, looking at Bruce's sleeping face, he stretched out his hand for no reason, and pulled the quilt.

He pulled the quilt out of Bruce's arms, tucked himself in, and pulled the quilt back on.

...so warm...

The eyelids gradually became heavy in the warmth and quietness.

I have to say - Batman, a superhero who can't let his brain relax at all, thinks "this is a good dream, don't wake up" the most in his sleep.

So much so that Bruce opened his eyes and looked at Yang Li who was really still alive - he was stunned for half a minute.

"Master Bruce."

His dear old butler was knocking at the door—it might have been afternoon by the light of day.

"You need food, maybe you can wake up Mr. Yang Li for dinner?"

The housekeeper sounded completely calm, Bruce was silent for a while, and stretched out his hand to pinch Yang Li's nose.

Sleepy-eyed Yang Li blinked, and took away the guy whose age suddenly dropped, "... What time is it?"

"Four o'clock, afternoon."

"...you can really sleep."

"Obviously you are the same..." Bruce murmured, and pinched Yang Li's face again - the soft touch, normal temperature, felt like a dream.

"I'm alive."

Yang Li got up and kissed Bruce on the cheek almost casually, "Good morning, good afternoon, good afternoon, wake up, let's eat."

"...What is the principle of the resurrection potion?"

Look, I knew what he was going to ask.

Yang Li showed a mysterious smile.

"I won't tell you, slightly."

This time he officially met Dick.

The way a child descends is by sitting on the banister—with a backflip at the end, as deft as a bird.

"Hi!"

He looked at Yang Li who was sitting at the dining table, and greeted him energetically.

Bruce sat in the main seat, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, and just nodded when he saw the children.

Dick looked at Bruce's pajamas, then at Yang Li, "Are you... Bruce's?"

...Which one?

Yang Li looked at the little boy's gesture and blinked blankly.

Bruce swallowed his entire cup of coffee in one gulp and sighed deeply, "Dick."

"Is that what it means?"

The little boy chose the seat next to Yang Li, shaking his legs happily, "I'm still not very familiar with him... It feels like he is very tired every day, but he will feel better when you come."

...Sorry, maybe it's because I, Bruce, have been so tired these days...

Yang Li showed a slightly embarrassed smile.

"I remember, I met you before, the day I met Bruce..." Dick looked a little downcast, but quickly cheered up again, "Alan, right? Don't worry, I'm not afraid of ghosts. "

"You are a very brave boy."

Yang Li put his eyes on Dick and winked at Bruce - for some reason he just hid his face behind the newspaper and didn't say a word.

...I'm not good at getting along with children...

"How did you and Bruce meet?" The kid looked extremely curious. "He seems very difficult to get along with."

The "difficult to get along with" Mr. Bruce finally put down the newspaper. He looked at Dick, but what he wanted to say was blocked by Alfred who came to serve the food——

Apparently it wasn't just Dick who was curious.

... Tsk.

He raised his eyes, just in time to see the slightly relaxed expression on Yang Li's face, which was lost in memories.

"When he was traveling..."

"One snowy day, I got lost."

"I was in a house at the time..."

"Big, very luxurious, but he doesn't like it very much."

"I received him..."

"What impressed me the most in that house was that it was full of books."

"..."

Yang Li and Bruce looked at each other.

Yang Li blinked, and took the lead to look away, "And he... impressed me the most..."

For a long time, for a long time, everything from a long time ago flashed through my mind.

Happy things, bad things, promises, and the long wait.

"...he set fire to my kitchen."