My Romance Simulation with Them

When she left Azuma Valley, she was no longer fully conscious.

She spent far more time lying down than sitting up.

[While lying down, she would unconsciously utter some soft, mumbled words.]

Some of these ramblings are meaningful, while others are meaningless.

Sometimes she stopped responding to outside opinions.

The daughters knew her time was running out.

The beast called Time is constantly devouring her body.

The injected medication entered her body through a thin IV drip; her tiny spark of life could now only be sustained by this delicate droplet.

Without hesitation, they drove to the final destination of their trip—Mount Fuji.

This has been a long journey.

After more than ten hours of non-stop driving, they finally arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji.

They submitted their mountaineering application at the office, then glanced to the side.

[It's different from what it was more than thirty years ago.]

[Mount Fuji, which originally had no proper hiking trails, now has a trail that allows people to ascend.]

However, this vehicular trail only extends to the third station level (Mount Fuji has levels from the first to the tenth station); beyond that, it must be climbed on foot.

The highest level that tourists are allowed to reach on Mount Fuji is the '6th Station,' which is also where my father and mother once reached.

There's nothing to hesitate about.

Your daughters changed her clothes and began taking turns carrying Nanxiang Sugar on their backs as they climbed the mountain path.

The journey, which would normally take three hours to walk, took six hours due to this alternating carrying of the load...

The sweat clumped together in a sticky mess.

Several times they nearly collapsed due to exhaustion.

My body, already weary from over ten hours of rapid driving, felt even more tired now.

It was at this moment that they heard their mother's faint, heartbroken murmurs.

Are you tired...?

Hearing this, they paused for a moment, then turned sharply behind them. They found their mother muttering syllables they couldn't understand at all.

Are you tired...? The answer to this question is actually quite simple.

"Of course I'm not tired, Mom."

Nango Misora, Nango Nijika's daughter, turned her head, glancing at her mother's face out of the corner of her eye, and smiled: "How could I be tired...? Let's wait a little longer, we'll be up soon..."

Continue up.

Continue up.

The long staircase, when you look up, seems to connect to the other side of the sky.

But at that moment, no one spoke.

They simply wanted to complete this journey in a quiet, almost devout way.

This journey was far too long for their mothers.

Just like a person's life.

Even the longest mountain trail has an end.

[Climbing from the third station to the sixth station, they stood where their mother and father had once stood.]

Take out the folded fabric armchair.

They helped Nanxiang Sugar sit down and spoke softly to her mother, who hadn't responded to anything for a long time.

"Mom, we've reached the sixth station."

Nanxiang Yan squatted down and whispered in her ear.

"Look, this is the sixth station of Mount Fuji... the place you most want to visit..."

The mountains stretch out in a continuous line.

You can see the town from here.

You can also see the interplay of light and darkness in the sky under the setting sun.

Nanxiang Yan gently grasped Nanxiang Sugar's hand, as if afraid of crushing it if she used too much force.

Looking at her still tightly closed eyes.

Nanxiang Salt let out a voice that was almost pleading.

"Mom...please open your eyes and take a look. It's the view from the sixth station of Mount Fuji that you, Dad, and all the mothers have always wanted to see."

Perhaps it was a word in the conversation that struck a chord with Nanxiang Sugar.

Or perhaps it was because it sensed the pleading of Nanxiang Yan and her other daughters.

Almost unconscious and unable to perceive the outside world, Nango Sugar opened his cloudy eyes.

Her eyes slowly lifted.

The mere act of opening her eyelids seemed to require all her strength.

She looked at the scenery in front of her.

She saw her daughters surrounding her, watching her with concern on their faces.

That usually serene face seemed to have softened into a slight smile...

She gently raised her hand.

It seemed like it was trying to figure something out.

It seemed to have noticed her movement.

Nango Misora, who was standing next to her, immediately understood and handed her a photo.

That was a photo of her and Nanxiang.

The fiery red sunset burned silently.

Her cloudy eyes stared at the group photo.

Then he gently shook his head.

This surprised Nango Misora.

She continued to raise her hand, trying to feel around.

And it was this slight movement.

A photograph hidden in her arms finally slipped slowly out at that moment.

That wasn't a photo of her and the others from Nanxiang.

Instead, it's a family photo of Nanxiang Shi, Nanxiang Sugar, Nanxiang Yili... all the wives of Nanxiang Shi accompanying their daughters.

Nanxiang was still young at that time.

He had dark, handsome hair and a mischievous, teasing smile.

At that time, Nanxiang Yili had not aged.

She seemed a little embarrassed to face the camera, showing a shy smile.

At that time, Nanxiang Liang, Nanxiang Hongxia, and Nanxiang Yudai were all still young.

They hugged their daughters and gave the camera their gentlest smiles.

Nango Akane, Nango Rio, and Nango Satou stood behind them, holding their sleeping daughters in their arms.

Nango Chizuka and Nango Takina leaned against each other, seemingly whispering something to each other.

Beneath their feet, Nango Haruto and Nango Naohiro, who were naturally at odds, were baring their teeth at each other.

......

Her life involves more than just you.

Similarly, her life is also filled with the companionship of her daughters.

[When Nango Misora ​​placed the photo in her palm, watching her unconsciously and gently stroke its surface.]

Tears slowly welled up at that moment.

She reached the end of her life, the end of her journey.

After returning home from Mount Fuji, she passed away surrounded by her daughters.

While examining her belongings after her death, your daughters also found photos of each of them that she had hidden in her pocket.

That's just the kind of person she is.

Your daughter was amused by her childish behavior, and while stroking the photo, she thought of you both.

That year, the second generation of the End Band composed a song called "The End of the Journey."

That year, Nango Haruto and Nango Shio co-authored a novel titled "His, Her, and Their Final Journey."

That year, Nango Mirai raised funds to film a movie called "Love Journey".

This year...they did so many things.

[This is solely in memory of those they loved.]

Chapter 298. You have completed a near-perfect simulation (4000 words)

This concludes the simulation.

After watching the entire simulation of Nanxiang, everyone couldn't help but fall silent.

He also learned why the simulation hadn't stopped even though he, as a key participant, had passed away.