Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Transition from Act II to Chapter 37
Thunder rumbled and exploded over the mansion.

"Do I only have a few months left to live, Matsueda-kun?"

The woman in the black dress folded her right arm, looking exceptionally slender and soft, as if she would be struck by lightning under the dark sky at any moment.

"This is a question that is difficult for me to answer." Jun Matsueda couldn't figure out what Mochizuki Haruka was thinking, but he had some guesses.

system.

"But your expression doesn't look like you know nothing." Mochizuki Hua looked at Matsueda Jun who was still sitting on the chair.

"Mochizuki-san also told me that something might happen to Onee-sama. Maybe she had a prophetic dream and is feeling uneasy, so she wants to talk to someone, but I don't know much."

Matsueda Jun didn't intend to reveal everything. He didn't have a system and hadn't experienced the simulation, so he didn't know the specifics. Although Mochizuki Haruka had asked for his help, he didn't think he could be of any use, so he couldn't give Mochizuki Hua any hope.

"It's so hard to get the truth out of Matsueda-kun. Did our Xiaoyao learn bad things from you?"

Wang Yuehua was skeptical. She had listened to her niece's advice and had daily checkups, and there was nothing wrong with her. But every time she saw the girl's persistent and pleading expression, she couldn't believe it was just a premonition dream.

"If you were asked to choose between Xiaoyao and me to trust, who would you choose?" the woman suddenly asked. She added, "The Wangyue family is still in my hands."

Why did you ask this all of a sudden? Matsueda Jun was puzzled. This kind of question, which seemed to be vying for favor, was not something Mochizuki Hua would ask.

The woman winked at him, and Jun Matsueda realized something, then heard breathing around the corner of the stairs. Could she really be a ninja? He had to believe it.

Matsueda Jun pretended to hesitate and struggle before finally saying, "Although Mochizuki-san often confuses and annoys me, I think she is a good child."

Wang Yuehua showed an expression of unwillingness to admit defeat and said to Wang Yueyao on the stairs: "Okay, Xiaoyao, you win."

Only then did Matsueda Jun turn around and spot Mochizuki Haruka. The girl stood on the steps, her chin raised. She had changed into belted trousers, the hem of her short-sleeved shirt tucked into her trousers, making her waist appear particularly slender, and her perfectly proportioned legs visually elongated.

The girl walked downstairs, grabbed Jun Matsueda's clothes and led him out of the hall.

"Mochizuki-san, I don't have many clothes, please don't tear them."

Mochizuki Haruka let go of her hand, and the two of them entered a room that looked like a girl's bedroom.

"What did your aunt ask you just now?" She sat on the edge of the big white bed.

Jun Matsueda watched the bed beneath her sag and bounce back. What would it feel like to sleep on such a soft bed?
"Aunt Hua said she would not live long. Why did you tell her?" Matsueda Jun didn't know where to sit, so he could only stand by the door.

"The resources I can mobilize are limited. Only by telling my aunt can I make her pay more attention to her health. If something really happens, it can be discovered in time and more resources can be mobilized."

The conversation between the two seemed to tacitly acknowledge that tragedy was bound to happen.

Mochizuki Haruka noticed Matsueda Jun's predicament, moved to the head of the bed, and patted the foot of the bed, "Sit here."

Matsueda Jun didn't intend to sit down, and the girl quickly changed her mind. "No, this isn't a good place. Let's go to the study." Mochizuki Haruka got up to leave, and Matsueda Jun stepped aside to let her pass, the girl's reddened ears flashing before his eyes.

Mochizuki Haruka recalled her dreams. In the dark bedroom, she and Matsueda Jun had many stories.

The girl led him through a long corridor lined with famous paintings, and Matsueda Jun felt as if he had traveled back to the Middle Ages. Busy maids bowed and saluted as they passed by.

Coming to the end of the corridor and pushing open the door of the study, Jun Matsueda smelled the unique scent of paper books.

"My aunt said that these are all my father's collection of books. Feel free to take any you want to read." Mochizuki Haruka led the way for him, and Matsueda Jun walked around the entire room.

This is a nearly circular room, and from the outside, it looks like a corner tower or a tower structure. A row of small windows on the wall, at this moment, resemble an oil painting exhibition about forests, hills, and a stormy night. "When I was little, my aunt was busy with work, so I would usually come to the study." There was a seat under each small window. Mochizuki Haruka pulled out a chair and sat down. The small window above her head showed a painting of pine forests swaying in the wind.

Jun Matsueda didn't say anything and chose a seat a little further away from Mochizuki. The small window above showed the sky covered with dark clouds, and the rain seemed to have stopped temporarily.

"There were words or drawings I wrote on these tables," Matsueda Jun looked down, and the girl smiled, "but I erased them all later."

Haruka Mochizuki seemed very gentle today. For some reason, Jun Matsueda was still busy looking for little Haruka Mochizuki's masterpiece on the table.

"I told you to erase them all." Mochizuki Haruka stood up, ignoring Matsueda Jun who was lowering his head, walked to the bookshelf, and stretched out his left hand to brush across the books on display.

"When my aunt is free, she'll come to my study and read fairy tales to me. The bookshelves here are filled with Andersen's Fairy Tales, Grimm's Fairy Tales, and One Thousand and One Nights." Mochizuki Haruka paused, a little angrily saying, "Even until junior high school, my aunt still thought I liked listening to fairy tales. I just saw she was so excited and didn't want to spoil her fun."

"It's obviously my aunt who likes to read it." Mochizuki Haruka turned around and returned to her seat. Matsueda Jun still kept his head down and ran to another desk.

"little Prince."

"What?" The girl didn't hear what Matsueda Jun said clearly, and the rustling sound of rain started again.

"My favorite fairy tale is The Little Prince, a fairy tale that adults can also read."

"My aunt never read it to me."

"Maybe it's because it's both mature and sad." Jun Matsueda got up and walked to the third desk, continuing to look for traces of Mochizuki Haruka.

"I said it all." Wangyue Yao suddenly felt a little uneasy. After coming to the study, she talked a lot, also to use memories to reassure herself.

"Found it!" Jun Matsueda exclaimed, pointing at the table against the wall.

"Impossible!" Wangyue Yao leaned over to take a look. "Isn't there nothing? You lied to me!" She raised her head angrily.

"Isn't it here? Look, there's a little girl—it should be you, and there's a little boy next to her, maybe your brother or something."

"I don't have any brothers at all." Mochizuki Haruka said coldly. She didn't understand what was wrong with Matsueda Jun.

"If that's the case, why would I be the runaway young master of the Mochizuki family?" Matsueda Jun looked up at her.

Mochizuki Haruka's expression was stunned.

Was discovered by him.

Jun Matsueda looked at the panicked girl in front of him.

He was the first boy to come to Mochizuki Haruka's house.

Mochizuki Haruka let him into the bedroom and recalled her childhood in front of him with a soft expression.

The girl may be filled with surprise and shyness, and wants Matsueda Jun to understand her world.

I'm sorry, Sister Hua, Matsueda Jun said in his heart.

Next, I'm going to make your niece sad.

　Ready to show your cards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)