Face it calmly

[“Xuanxuan… Whatever I can do… I’ll do it…”]

[Kneeling, Mu Yue clung to your hand, her tears like broken pearls—
one after another, falling onto the back of your hand.
You, already numb, could no longer tell if those tears were burning hot or ice-cold.]

[But in the end, your heart softened.
Faced with the desperate sobs of your childhood companion—someone who had shared every day of your life—you simply couldn’t remain indifferent.]

“Guess I couldn’t bring myself to break up after all?
Is there still a chance to fix this simulation?”

[Mu Yue promised you: as long as you stayed,
she would play the role of your Mu Xia Auntie—become a substitute.
She would obey your every wish, endure anything you did to her, without complaint.]

“Not… huh? How did it come to this again…”

[You nodded, saying nothing more.
And so, a twisted yet tightly bound relationship was formed between you.]

[After that day, your life returned to its usual calm.
The only difference? Every night, Mu Yue played her mother—
mimicking her voice, her mannerisms, soothing your mother-starved soul.]

[During the day, you began training with “Mimi Zhiyin.”
Your singing was strong, though you were still a novice at guitar.
But Rebecca, the cute pink-haired guitarist, willingly taught you.
Your bond quickly deepened.]

[A month passed. Your skills skyrocketed.
But your nights away from home grew longer.
The exhausting rehearsals wore down your body—
yet strangely, this physical fatigue eased your inner restlessness.
You loved losing yourself in music.
It was during this time you composed and wrote the song “Cage.”]

[The moment it dropped, the song exploded across short video and live streaming platforms.
“Mimi Zhiyin”’s fame skyrocketed overnight.]

[Mu Yue was genuinely happy for you.
Even as you stayed out late, she only worried about your safety—never restricting your freedom.]

[Mu Yue performed well at night, consistently playing “Aunt Mu Xia.”
But you remained disinterested.
Every encounter ended quickly, lifelessly.
The passion between you was long gone.]

[In contrast, in “Mimi Zhiyin,” you let yourself go completely.
Like any rock musician, you picked up a few bad habits.
The bad habit you picked up was…]

[a, smoking]
[b, drinking]
[c, sleeping around (with women)]

Lin Yuxuan: (★ ω ★) “I-I’m a minor! I can’t smoke or drink! So… I pick c…!”

Lin Yuxuan knew she shouldn’t have picked c.
But… why couldn’t she stop her own hand?

“If Mu Yue starts hating the me in this simulation because of this,
and then breaks up with me naturally—
that’d be fine.
That way, she won’t waste her youth on this bad woman inside the simulator anymore!”

[You don’t smoke. You don’t drink.
But you choose triple the women in music.
Every single bandmate has been in your bed.
Your band frequently hosts “music parties,”
and you’re always the star.
You “jam” to countless beautiful melodies.
Your hands and mouth never get a moment’s rest—
because you love “playing guitar” and “singing” so much.]

Lin Yuxuan: (////v////)

[At first, you “played guitar” while they sang.
Then, you both “played guitar” and sang.
Finally, it became them “playing” your “guitar” while you sang.]

[Even fragments of your passionate singing during music parties
were edited by your bandmates into your new song for a popular MOBA game—“Kiss Me, Don’t Tease.”]

[The song went viral.
You and the game company raked in massive profits.
You were even invited to perform live at the game’s professional league finals.
You became the goddess of otaku gamers.
Your band’s fame soared.]

[Meanwhile, your relationship with Mu Yue grew increasingly distant.
You had become someone she barely recognized.
Yet she remained gentle.
Even when she vaguely sensed your inappropriate relationships with other girls, she endured it.
She even played along, pretending ignorance—
just so you could focus on your music in peace.]

[19 years old: Mu Yue finished her college entrance exams.
She got into her dream university.
You, however, didn’t take the exam at all.
You firmly believed “a college degree is a debuff for rock music—
dropping out of high school or going to vocational school is the real buff.”]

[20 years old: Your music career flourished.
You joined a show called “Extreme Creation,”
where you and your bandmates trekked mountains,
camping overnight. The entire filming process lasted two and a half days.]

[As rock musicians, physical stamina was your strength.
By day, you filmed outdoor climbs.
By night, you “jammed.”
You became the instrument—
sensual female bandmates taking turns “playing” you.
At 4:30 a.m., after saying goodnight to Mu Yue,
you were still “performing songs”…]

[During this time, you “created extremes” by day,
and “pushed limits” in the tent by night.
Your stamina and “time management” were beyond human.]

[The show became a massive hit.
Your career seemed to be soaring toward even greater heights…]

“‘Seemed’…? That word gives me a bad feeling.”

[On your sexy female teammates’ beds, you lay awake night after night.
Your body was satisfied, but your heart grew emptier.
You realized—perhaps all this wild passion with your bandmates
was just a way to hide your inner void.]

[You began to suspect… maybe… you had never truly let her go…]

[Opening your phone, you saw Mu Yue’s daily, tender messages.
She had cooked full-course meals for you multiple times—
but never waited for you to come home.
She ate the cold leftovers alone.]

[You even subtly hinted to Mu Yue about your inappropriate relationships with bandmates.]

[You wanted to make her give up on you.]

[But she always played dumb.
She never seemed angry.
All she wanted was for you to come home and eat her food,
to see your smile again.
In her heart, you remained the same as when you first met—
beautiful, pure, untouchable by any slander…]

[No matter when you chose to return,
she would always have hot bathwater ready, and delicious meals waiting.
Her cooking, better than any chef’s, knew exactly how to win your heart—and your stomach.]

[“Damn it… I already decided to leave her…
Why are you being so kind… Why…”]
[You thought of her on countless nights,
crying quietly to yourself.
You knew you’d wronged this gentle, beautiful red-haired angel…
You missed her…
You wanted to go home, lean into her arms,
and tell her—
that you’d been tired for a long, long time…]

[Tormented by love, you suffered deeply.
You decided…]

[a, continue running—fill your time with work and schedules]
[b, shift your focus—start a relationship with Rebecca, the pink-haired bandmate]
[c, face it honestly—some things need to end now…]

Lin Yuxuan didn’t hesitate.

“Choose c! I want to face it honestly!”

[You decided that once this month’s schedule ended,
you would return and talk to her—about everything.
No more running.
No matter the outcome, this time, you would face it head-on!]