My game is depressing worldwide.

In the simple pixel-art cutscenes.

Accompanied by soft, melancholic music, John began his daily studies and training.

There was no time to rest, no time to play; he dedicated the rest of his life to one thing—to be an astronaut and then go to the moon.

He wrote to NASA countless times, hoping that one day he would become an astronaut.

Hard work pays off.

John was finally selected, and the day arrived for him to report for duty.

At this moment, Lao Wei's eyes were already a little red. Gone was his usual mischievousness. He just leaned closer to the screen and stared intently at every word.

The staff told John.

There was another newly selected recruit who would be undergoing pilot training with him.

Old Wei's expression had long since gone numb. Seeing this, he finally couldn't help but say, "Heh, losing the memories of the most important person in exchange for a meaningless trip to the moon. Is it all worth it?"

But the next second, a familiar person walked in.

With her beautiful orange-red hair and quiet demeanor, she walked straight to John's side.

John's decade or so was but a few minutes for the two doctors.

Dr. Rosalion, who had been hiding nearby using the machine's functions, finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Dr. Watts couldn't help but swear, his relief mixed with bewilderment.

It turns out that Rosalion never deleted Riva.

Instead, they temporarily took her away, allowing Riva to experience a life without John.

Old Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a flicker of emotion appeared on his numb expression as he chuckled softly.

"Ah, just as I thought, love, like life, always finds hope when all else seems lost."

One glance can ruin your life.

Whether it's the original storyline or a storyline with altered memories.

Even after many years of being late in meeting, John and Riva still fall in love.

However, the song "For the River," which John remembered for a lifetime, became "To the Moon."

Time passed quickly.

The rocket is about to launch, and this time the astronauts are John and Riva.

On the bridge in the distance.

Their friends, family, Rosalie, Watts, and maid Lily were all watching this historic moment.

The rocket slowly rose into the air and headed toward the moon, watched by everyone.

Seeing this, Old Wei nodded with satisfaction: "Although the ending was a bit bland, I don't want to ask for too much... After all, John still fulfilled his wish and went to the moon with Riva."

[Blessed, John has finally made up for his regret.]

The storyline of this game is really good; I didn't expect the script to be so good.

[It was a bit angsty, but thankfully the ending, though not perfect, was still pretty good.]

[The producer is quite impressive; they transitioned from a platforming game to a story-driven one, and surprisingly, their skill level is quite high.]

The last part of the game screen.

As the rocket ascended, memories flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

In the cabin.

John's perspective.

Looking at everything before him, he felt a sense of unreality, as if a dream had come true.

But the next moment, an unsettling sound rang out.

Drip, drip, drip...

The heart monitor made a piercing sound.

Old Wei's smile froze: "Wait... why would John hear that voice?! John's memories have been altered, he shouldn't be able to hear that voice?!"

Not finished yet.

Everything before my eyes was like a damaged CD; the images began to flicker and become disjointed, with snowflake patterns appearing.

John's expression changed subtly, as if he had thought of something or realized something.

A Truman Show.

He looked around frantically, repeatedly checking, as if he knew his fate, his physical condition, and everything else.

But he also knew that this was the last time he would be lucid in his life.

He looked at the seat to his right.

Riva's smile was still so warm. She was hard to talk to, but her affectionate eyes said it all.

Riva took the initiative to extend her hand, a little shy, but still firmly shook hands with John.

then.

The beeping of the heart monitor turned into a piercing, drawn-out sound.

After a lifetime of running, the moon has finally arrived.

Snapped!

Old Wei couldn't help but cover his eyes and let out a long groan.

"Why... damn it, why did you have to let John know all this... wouldn't it have been better to let him die in his dream of having his wish fulfilled... screenwriter... are you out of your mind...?"

"Are you out of your mind?!"

[Damn, that explains why the plot seemed so perfect – it was all waiting for this!]

[Idiot screenwriter, I should have left the live stream halfway through!]

[Damn, so no matter what choice you make, there's no good ending?!]

[Host, why do you play this game?!?!]

[I cried, damn it]

[Crying.jpg]

Old Wei completely ignored what the comments were saying.

Endure it, endure it...

The comedic persona of a streamer cannot be lost.

After a long while, Lao Wei finally recovered and opened his eyes.

However, viewers noticed that his eyes were somewhat red.

Old Wei feigned nonchalance, acting as if it didn't matter: "The game is good, it's quite tear-jerking."

"I have to admit, pixel games are indeed worth playing, I take back what I just said."

[Your voice is practically choked up, okay?]

[Host, if you want to cry, just cry. Cry with me...]

"Cry? No way I'd cry. I'm not going to cry over a game..."

Before he could finish speaking, a paid comment appeared in the live stream chat.

Paid bullet comments, as the name suggests, require payment to send, but they can float in the live stream and will definitely be seen by the streamer.

Moreover, the more money you spend, the longer you stay.

[I thought I took care of you, who was autistic, my whole life, but actually you spent your whole life trying to help me remember who I really am.] ¥10

Old Wei saw all three paid bullet comments clearly.

Some plot points that I shouldn't have thought about too much have resurfaced and touched my heart again.

Old Wei's eyes welled up with tears, and he quickly stuck his head out of the camera's view. Then, the sound of a tissue being pulled out could be heard.

When they returned, they didn't hesitate to mute the viewers who paid for the live chat.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Well said, don't say it again next time. The host was just a little touched."

[Cry, cry, it's not a sin]

[Old Wei, you've made me laugh and cry at the same time!]

No, I can't be the only one suffering; I want others to suffer too.

[Host, don't hold it in, just cry if you want to.]

"I already said, I was just a little touched, I'm not that easily moved to tears!"

Just as I finished emphasizing this, another paid comment appeared.

[He didn't want to go to the moon, but to a place where he could meet her] ¥10

Old Wei's lips twitched, and his eyes started to get hot again.

This time, her voice choked with emotion and she couldn't stop crying.

"Don't bother, the streamer really can't cry..."

With that, he listlessly muted the paid commenters again.

But the next second, even more comments, stringing together into long sentences, appeared.

[Host, did you know? John spent his entire life caring for Riva, who has autism, and Riva also spent her entire life trying to help John remember who she was.] ¥6

[John only remembers he should love, but doesn't know why; Riva understands her love, but struggles to express it] ¥6

[Love is simple, yet difficult; they may never know how much the other truly loves them.] ¥6

This time, Lao Wei finally couldn't hold back anymore.

I burst into tears.

The next second, the live stream, which started three or four hours earlier than usual, was shut down.

But the viewers in the live stream still didn't intend to leave.

[I told you we couldn't play pixel games!!]

[The male streamer just loves to show off; no way, I can't be the only one getting bullied.]

I went to send gifts to the female streamer and request her to play a game.

[There are still a few streamers who have commercial deals for "To the Moon" but haven't finished streaming them. I need to go and urge them to finish it.]

[Can anyone please tell me who the screenwriter is?!]