books44 Chapter 241 [Empire] Disappearing Things
Chapter 241 [Empire] Disappearing Things
At noon, I was back in the cafeteria. Standing in the meat and vegetable section on the first floor, I was drawn to the cheap dishes. Each serving of meat and vegetables cost only one or two interstellar coins, an unbelievably low price, even significantly cheaper than the cheapest nutrient solution.
The stewed meat is tender and golden in color, emitting an enticing aroma.
However, every time I approached to buy something, the waiter would glance at my attire from behind the counter, his eyes stern, as if he was already accustomed to this situation. He would casually pick up a spatula and say coldly, "Go upstairs." I was stunned and felt a little unhappy, but he had already turned away and started busying himself, as if he didn't want to say another word to me.
Every time. No reason, no explanation. Even if I ask.
No matter who I asked, there was no answer.
I could only lower my head helplessly and turn to walk to the second floor.
I don't know if it was out of spite or some other reason, but I never contacted Wen Ya again after that. I hated the idea of him hiding things from me. The feeling of being excluded from his world was like a thorn that pierced my heart deeply.
I even began to wonder if he really didn't trust me. Once this thought surfaced in my mind, it stayed with me like a nightmare, a self-fulfilling prophecy. I tried not to let it get to me, because I knew it would only damage our relationship if I continued to dwell on it.
As for Wen Ya, perhaps I should give him a chance to explain himself, listen to his thoughts and difficulties. Perhaps, the misunderstanding between us is only temporary. Perhaps...
I decided to meet him.
We can't go on like this and let misunderstandings and estrangements go unchecked.
Meeting him might not be easy. I understand. I've failed to see him many times. It won't be easy this time either.
It suddenly occurred to me that he seemed to be a homeless person, doing things as he pleased. It was normal that I couldn't find him. Perhaps the stability I had before was simply because I was by his side.
Maybe……
Walking down the familiar street, the place where the lavender mist once rose has now returned to its former tranquility. But my heart is restless. Too many emotions are intertwined, making my heart beat faster and faster.
I stood in the place where we once lived together, my gaze slowly sweeping over every corner. Everything here felt so familiar, yet filled with a strange, desolate air. As expected, he wasn't there.
The room seemed to still retain the warmth we once had, and the time we spent together was replaying in my mind like a movie.
I wandered the room, my fingers gently touching the objects we once used together.
Standing in this familiar yet strange house, a feeling of emptiness grew stronger. I looked around and finally confirmed that something crucial was missing. Our photo was gone, and so was his drawing of me.
These beautiful memories of the past seemed to have vanished overnight. In the photo, our smiles were so bright. I remember his expression when he first drew me, so focused.
Their disappearance makes me feel as if a piece of my heart has been hollowed out.
Did he really want to completely cut off our connection? The moment this thought occurred to me, a chill ran down my spine.
But I don't want to believe it.