Collapse Iron: After watching the simulation, they all turned to the dark side.

I seem to know him very little, but he knows me inside and out.

She suddenly felt an urge to understand him.

This seems to stem from a genius's competitive spirit.

Screw Gum glanced at the Black Tower, then at Ruan Mei, who also looked bewildered, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Perhaps the boy knew that the slow-witted genius wouldn't understand the meaning of the ring and kneeling, which is why he dared to like her so recklessly.

"Simulation ended"

Chapter 22 Memoirs of My Deceased Husband (1)

The once bustling Black Tower space station is now silent, filled with black smoke.

Black Tower walked alone through the devastated corridor, and then she encountered Peony, who was dealing with the aftermath of the disaster.

Peony waved energetically at her: "Ms. Black Tower, it's so good to see you're alright. I believe everything will be alright."

Peony didn't know what had happened; all she knew was that the disaster was over.

"Yes, the Black Tower Space Station can be rebuilt in just a few decades."

But when she got to the part about decades ago, she paused involuntarily.

For a long-lived genius, decades are no different from an afternoon nap.

But for ordinary people, it takes a lifetime.

How ironic.

"By the way, Ms. Black Tower, can you get in touch with Station Master Lu Qing? I just couldn't reach him."

"he died……"

Peony's previously smiling face quickly showed a hint of surprise, followed by a trace of sadness.

"Oh... I see... I was thinking that he would be very sad if he saw the space station he worked so hard to build turned out like this."

Black Tower was momentarily at a loss for words.

But for some reason, she felt quite uneasy.

Alright, let's stop our research for now.

As a genius, she was inexplicably eager to learn more about her little follower whom she knew very little.

"Peony, in your eyes, what kind of person is Lu Qing?"

"A very good-looking person."

"I wasn't asking about appearance."

"Oh, I see. Actually, I can't quite put my finger on it, but she's a very warm-hearted and charming person, although she can be annoying at times."

"for example."

"He helped me unclog the drain pipes, and he was sweating profusely in the process."

[Seele: Is this a proper drainpipe?]

[Estella: What else? Then let me ask you.]

"Do you have time, Peony? I'd like to go to his room and take a look, and sort through his belongings while I'm at it."

"Yes, Ms. Black Tower, the post-disaster reconstruction is almost complete."

Black Tower's eyes flickered slightly:

"Then let's go."

Pushing open the door, the room was messy, yet somehow seemed to be in order.

A black nylon coat was casually tossed on the bed, but the desk was spotless. This wasn't the first time Hei Ta had been to this room, but it was the first time she had taken a serious look around.

The flowers on the balcony are blooming beautifully.

Most of them were common flowers, but there was one flower that Black Tower didn't recognize yet seemed vaguely familiar with.

"It looks like a Mirror Lotus, a flower that is almost extinct. Even in the whole world, the number of this flower can be counted on one hand."

Black Tower seemed to remember something, and then peeked out his slender white fingers from his sleeve.

"They seem to be the same flower. Is there any special meaning behind them?"

Peony casually pulled a book off the bookshelf.

“Ms. Black Tower, look, this seems to have an introduction.”

"The mirror lotus symbolizes eternal love. In the ancient Amber Era, when giants existed, it was often used as a gift for lovers."

"Do you think he knows the language of flowers?" Black Tower slowly closed the book and at the same time slightly closed his eyes.

"How could someone who loves flowers so much not know?"

"That's it, I understand."

Black Tower carefully took off the ring, put it in the box, and held the box in his palm.

"Ms. Black Tower, what is this?"

"I promised him, I can't lose it."

“Ms. Black Tower, come and see, here are some things written by Lu Qing.”

Upon hearing this, Hei Ta stepped forward and walked to Lu Qing's desk.

"This is……"

[March 7th: I've already imagined it all.]

[March 7th: Lu Qing: If I die, no one will make you crème brûlée anymore. You should write down the recipe.]

"Ms. Black Tower, Station Master Lu Qing must like you, right?" Peony mustered up her courage to ask.

Black Tower paused for a moment, then his eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded.

"I know."

"Then, why... is it because you rejected him?"

"No, he never brought it up."

"And what about you, Ms. Black Tower? Haven't you made up your mind yet?"

"I do not know."

"Even geniuses have questions they can't answer?" Peony asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Originally it didn't exist, but now it seems to exist. Perhaps I'll have a chance to figure it out in the future. After all, I have unlimited time, and there will always be a day when I understand it clearly."

"But he'll never get your answer..."

"Yes, I am inexplicably a little unhappy." Black Tower adjusted his purple beret, looking somewhat dejected.

Black Tower turned his head, accepted the recipe, put it in his sleeve, and looked at the slightly messy room.

"Let's seal this room as a tribute to his contributions to the Black Tower space station."

"Don't worry, Ms. Black Tower, as long as I'm here, this room will be well protected."

Black Tower stared at the caramel pudding in front of him with no appetite.

"It's the same recipe, but it doesn't have that wonderful feeling anymore. Call the chef over, Peony."

Soon, a beer-bellied man wearing a chef's hat approached Ms. Black Tower somewhat awkwardly.

"Did you follow the recipe? It tastes awful."

"I followed your recipe exactly, so what's wrong? Does it taste off?"

"It's okay, you can go back."

Tasteless...

Like a chicken rib...

Not wanting to eat anymore, Heita left the table in a huff.

She suddenly felt very tired, so she found her bed and slumped down on it lazily.

She quickly used a glistening drop to wet the bed sheet.

It wasn't sadness, but rather something inexplicable.

But the tears just wouldn't stop.

I didn't get to know him completely, but the chance is gone.

Perhaps I will never be able to know him any better.

It seems I've always been taken care of by him, and now it seems I don't even have the right to say thank you.

Because, well, he can no longer hear.

[Fireworks: Black Tower: Lu Qing, how could you be so selfish?]

[Silver Wolf: It doesn't seem like acting.]

[Silver Wolf: @BigBlackTower, you're not secretly crying, are you?]

[The Great Black Tower: No, no...]

[Ruan Mei: So, why are you wearing sunglasses? @Daheita]

[Big Black Tower: Mind your own business when it comes to pretty girls!! You've got sand in your eye.]

[Aha: This is the funniest thing I've ever seen.]

[Aha: Aha~ Knowing that it cannot be obtained suddenly, I entrust my lingering echo to the mournful wind, oh, the weeping of genius!]

[Silver Wolf: Waaaaah, Black Tower is so pitiful! Nobody wants it now.]

[Estella: This is good, isn't it? This is the ideal ending.]

[Estella: Now, it's my turn to perform.]

[Black Tower: I think it's necessary to send Estelle to train in a simulated universe. Here's what we'll do: you take on thirteen groups and elbow Nanuk.]

[Estella: Huh!? Me?]

Chapter 23: Memoirs of My Deceased Husband (2)

Thirty years have passed since the death of Qing.

[March 7th: Seriously, is this unit of measurement really polite?]

Black Tower spent a full thirty years in the laboratory, rarely venturing out except for the occasional foraging for food.

She originally thought that time would gradually heal everything, but in the end she found that it couldn't.

This only took up less than one ten-thousandth of her life, yet she had no idea how long she would suffer from this anxiety.

Now, probably no one remembers the space station anymore.

Perhaps before long, only I will remember him.

The final disappearance of a person is a regret.

And so, the slow-witted genius finally realized that everything was in the past.

She has a very good memory and can remember things for a long time.

However, if the timeframe is extended to forever, perhaps I will forget him before long.

But for some reason, Black Tower didn't want to forget this person.

Forget it, let's continue with the research on the simulated universe.

This is the only thing she's interested in right now.

Breaking news: A once-in-a-millennium meteor shower will streak across the Lyra constellation.

Peony, sitting in her office, was openly slacking off with her legs crossed when she unconsciously caught a glimpse of the news out of the corner of her eye.