Chapter 133 We Will Always Part Ways
The cameras were far away.
Wen Yanyu lowered her head, her hair falling down her shoulders, obscuring her facial expression, so the camera could not capture their specific actions.
I assumed they were just chatting idly.
Time flew by and it was already afternoon.
The group gathered together to chat and assign tasks for the last two days.
Using the excuse of taking medication, he avoided the cameras that were filming.
Wen Yanyu walked around to a distance, glanced at his phone, but there was still no response. Even Wan Haihui, who had been messaging him to say he was almost at the community, had stopped replying.
Only the latest message from Shen Huainan.
[Well... basically, Lao Fu is definitely fine. Just take care of yourself and focus on recording the show. We'll let you know as soon as we have any news.]
The unease and anxiety in my heart grew stronger.
Perhaps it was because the unusual aura around him was too obvious, or perhaps it was because they were of one mind.
The withered branches and fallen leaves crunched underfoot.
Fu Zhiyan circled around from a distance and approached Wen Yanyu without making a sound. Amidst the conversation of the crowd, she gently grasped his wrist. A cold and eerie heat intertwined, spreading from his fingertips to his limbs.
Wen Yanyu was slightly taken aback, but her emotions inexplicably calmed down considerably.
The cold sensation on my wrist disappeared.
Fu Zhiyan looked away and said calmly.
"He'll be fine."
Five simple words, not much information, seemingly just a sentence without any reason, yet like a piece of cold jade falling into water, stirring up ripples.
Wen Yanyu's expression froze, and he stared blankly at Fu Zhiyan.
I want to ask him how he knows what he's worried about.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.
Yes...
How could he not know...?
A century of companionship...
They should have been the people who knew each other best...
He is the one running away.
Throughout countless reincarnations, the system accompanied him in the form of a Border Collie, though it also possessed the consciousness of a normal human.
Perhaps it was loneliness, but they often fell asleep in each other's arms.
He had also briefly fantasized about it.
It would be great if the system also had humanoid forms.
so.
He can then hold his hand.
Wen Yanyu lowered her head and remained silent for a long time before taking the man's hand.
As it has been hundreds and thousands of times before.
But this time...
No longer warm and fluffy.
Rather, it was the human skin he had once fantasized about.
Cold skin.
Fu Zhiyan was slightly taken aback. After a brief silence, her cold palm covered the warm hand in her palm.
"Are you cold?" Fu Zhiyan asked.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes, gave a soft "hmm," and gripped the man's hand even tighter, not letting him pull it away.
"What exactly did you put in that bottle of medicine that Siye gave me?" Wen Yanyu's eyes were slightly red as she tried to keep her voice steady.
There was no answer to this question.
Fu Zhiyan stroked his palm, tracing the outline of his knuckles little by little, and said slowly in a low, husky voice, "How can you keep him from getting fat?"
"Did Fu Hanchuan actually take good care of you?"
A conversation that sounds like talking to oneself.
Wen Yanyu pursed her lips and replied, "He's fine...he's taking good care of me."
"He has always been trying to become a better person for my sake."
Fu Zhiyan's eyes flickered slightly, but she still didn't dare to look at him. She simply asked, "If one day, neither he nor I are left, will you take good care of yourself and live a good life?"
Wen Yanyu stared blankly at the man for a moment, her voice dry and trembling slightly: "Gone? What... what does that mean?"
"You...aren't you all fine? Are you going to...other worlds?" Wen Yanyu's breathing was disordered, and she subconsciously ignored Fu Hanchuan's name, stammering as she spoke.
"Because you are not from this world, you will eventually have to return to another world, right? I know that."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Fu Zhiyan lowered her eyes and said calmly, "It just suddenly occurred to me that we will eventually part ways."
"Of course, you don't need to be afraid. This is just a hypothetical situation. I won't leave you alone."
Fu Zhiyan chuckled softly, her eyes gentle, revealing nothing unusual except for the increasingly lifeless silver-gray hue.
"There will be many more people who love you."
Wen Yanyu looked blank and her heart sank to the bottom.
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Sunlight filtered through the treetops and fell on the group of people, who were assigned the task of finding food in the woods, which was actually a walk.
Wen Yanyu followed Jiang Wanrou's footsteps through the forest as if lost in thought.
As Jiang Wanrou walked, she chatted with Sang Yu beside her for a few minutes, then took the task she wanted. Sang Huai Ren also shared some interesting stories from his travels with the group from time to time.
The sounds of laughter and conversation around me seemed distant and indistinct, as if veiled by a layer of gauze, and I couldn't hear anything clearly.
He called Wen Yanyu's name several times in a row.
There was no response.
He noticed something unusual behind him.
"Yan Yan." Jiang Wanrou turned around and called to him, somewhat worried: "Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go back and rest for a while? You can leave the task to us."
Upon hearing Jiang Wanrou's voice, Wen Yanyu seemed to wake from a dream, subconsciously looking up at the woman before waving his hand to indicate that he was alright.
Seeing this, Sang Huai-ren sneered and said, "You've been sick these past two days and haven't gotten any better. You haven't done much work, and all the tasks have been done for you by that Xiao Fu. Now that he's not here, if you're not feeling well, you should go back and rest, lest something else happens."
"Anyway, I've been walking around this area a lot these past few days and I know it well. You can leave this to me. If you don't want to do it, no one will force you."
Sang Huai-ren's tone was barbed, clearly targeting him.
Still pondering the conversation, he didn't pay much attention to Sang Huai-ren's current targeting.
Wen Yanyu shook her head, "It's okay, my cold is almost gone, I can handle simple picking tasks."
Seeing that Wen Yanyu seemed not to understand his meaning, Sang Huai Ren frowned, glanced at the camera, and then spoke.
"Young people, if you want to stay healthy, you need to exercise more. The program team has arranged a pretty good task this time. Wilderness survival is a good opportunity to train."
"It's just that you've been sick all this time, doing nothing like a hands-off manager, and you've missed this great opportunity."
"If you ask me, we can't be lazy. We need to move around more, otherwise how can we avoid getting sick?"
"When I was young, a fever would only last half a day at most, and I could still run and jump around. Maybe it's because your generation is too delicate. A fever can last for more than two days, and you need someone to take care of you for everything. You're out of breath just walking."
"I wonder if she was born the wrong gender, she looks like a girl." Sang Huai Ren's eyes were subtle as he looked Wen Yan Yu up and down, his unfriendly tone no longer concealed.
[Oh~ Mommy's bunny, your face is so pale, what's wrong? Mommy will kiss you, kiss you will make you feel better.]
[Why does Sang Huai-ren act like he's on fire when he's with Wen Yan-yu? Haha, I thought he was a gentle, patriarchal type before.]
[Didn't Wen Yanyu pick the wrong fruit before? And hasn't Wen Yanyu been sick for several days now? Sang's dad is just being tough on the outside but kind on the inside; he probably wants him to go home and rest.]
[To be honest, haha, Wen Yanyu really hasn't done anything these past two days, just resting and relaxing. Fu Zhiyan has done all the work for him. It's understandable that Sang's dad can't stand it.]
I agree. I wouldn't be able to stand it either. Besides, we don't even know if it's a real or fake illness. Even if someone's health is poor, it can't be this bad.
[Although, Fu Zhiyan took the initiative to do the work, and she didn't say anything or feel burdened. What does it have to do with Sang?]
Sang Yu's gaze darted back and forth between the two of them. She wanted to say something to defuse the situation, but in the end, she kept quiet.
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