The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 314: A Dream or a Nightmare? (2)

Chapter 314: A Dream or a Nightmare? (2)

"Auntie Cassia, what are you doing?"

The sudden question made Cassia looked up and saw Little Zhou whose bed arranged beside hers didn’t sleep yet.

The girl was leaning against the bed frames and currently staring at the piece of hemp cloth in her hand. Her bright eyes without a hint of sleepiness tinted with curiosity.

Remi and the other Aunties were already tucked in their beds, closed their eyes, and fell asleep half an hour ago.

Two torches were still burning brightly, and Cassia took advantage of it and sewed her husband’s clothes and her daughter from the fabric she bought this morning. Her sewing skills were not that great but she wanted to at least make a set and maybe apply for a tutelage under Aunt Su’s wings.

She heard in the early days it will be very difficult to have fabrics but the territory she was admitted didn’t seem to have any problems and even every meal was rich and can get her stomach full.

Her Husband had also join the weekly summon but the game system doesn’t allow them to land on the same place. She just hoped he is well where he is now.

A smiled bloomed on her lips.

Cassia cut the thread using the shears she borrowed from Aunt He, folded the long tunic neatly, placing it one top of the cupboard before she turned to Little Zhou, "It’s for my husband. We were married for 2 years and had a child."

"Because most of the village’s lands became infertile, the produce we harvest each month was getting less and less, and the animals and livestock were affected too. I had no choice but to leave my Little Cassandra to her Grandmother and joined for her better future."

There were traces of nostalgic and sadness in her voice. "How about you Little Zhou, do you have a family?"

Little Zhou bobbed her head and tossed the blankets, jumped down the bed and seated beside Cassia. "I do. I have a Grandpa, a Grandma, and two younger siblings. Grandpa was too old for the quota, so I stepped in."

"How old are you?" Cassia couldn’t help but asked.

"I just turned 18 years old. Fortunately otherwise Grandpa will likely be the one here."

Cassia remembered her daughter and smiled, patted the girl’s head. Due to her malnutrition, she seemed to be too thin and shorter than her actual age, making Cassia see how terrible her situation is.

"Auntie Cassia, can you teach me how to sew? I’m planning to make clothes for them." Little Zhou asked eagerly making Cassia laughed.

"I’m afraid Little Zhou have to ask another. Your Auntie Cassia doesn’t know how to sew well."

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"Say that again." Haoran’s mellow voice, lower than the usual had a tinged of hoarseness when the three words rolled of his tongue. A pair of ocean blue eyes stared deeply at another pair which reflected his image.

As he drew closer, reducing the distance between them, the image in those pair of eyes focused on him became clearer.

He knew what it was. He was very familiar with it.

Because it had fleetingly appeared on his face countless of times and all of it was during those moments when he was with the woman in front of him.

It was desire...

A desire to form a deeper relationship.

Truth to be told, he honestly didn’t know when it started...

When he started to look forward to making her meals?

When he started developing the impulses to shoulder her burdens?

Or when he started to think of her well-being?

Or simply the wishes to see her smile more often?

He was a man of few words, so he didn’t how to express it vocally.

And the fear of not being reciprocated only made him suppress them more.

When Long Haoran was only half a step away, he paused and gazed down watching the girl released the corner of his clothes and standing up.

The drunken Xiao Hua repeated her earlier words, omitting the most important one, "What are you going to teach me?"

Deprived of the word he wished to hear, Long Haoran swallowed the remaining gap in between them until his breath fanned the loose tendrils on the girl’s scalp.

Due to the height in between them, the girl had to raise her head, only for her to complain of the headwear and pins. "The war helmet is much lighter than these."

Slowly, Haoran’s hand climbed on her hair, easing her of the burden, placing the pins on the one by one on the table, and letting her cascaded past her waist.

It had grown so long in this dream.

His hand abruptly stopped when he spotted the familiar pin stuck on her bun, very conspicuous in the plethora of gold and bright gems.

When he slowly pulled it, he noticed its body was full of scratches signified it was used quite often.

A very odd thing.

He felt fingers on his hand and seizing the pin from his hand. "I told the Auntie Matrons that this alone would be good but they kept bringing out all those tribute chests."

He caught on the exhausted sigh escaping the girl’s lips before she added.

"Why does being married so arduous? Can’t we just toast three cups of wine and be done with it?"

Haoran was also agreeing to her silently. He always preferred it straight to the point but if he could see her longer in this attire, walking down the aisle, he didn’t have any complains.

But it seems, in this dream he was bound to not experience those things.

Either way, this much is more than enough. He thought in his head as he fixed the loose locks of her hair behind her ears.

"Have you agreed to this marriage on your own choice?" He suddenly asked with his murky gaze locking on her eyes, and both of his palms gently resting on both of her shoulders bringer her closer to him.

Feeling his touch, the girl looked up and answered unhesitatingly, "Of course, Baozi doesn’t regret it. Chef Long is the most wonderful guy I ever met. It is I who should be asking that, considering how much I’ve burdened you with food."

Being his dream, he knew the girl only said it said it his own will.

You are not a burden. Haoran said in his mind.

"Anyway, what are you going to teach me?" The girl repeated once again, expressing excitement.

Haoran bend his head until his lips grazed on hers. "Call me husband first."

The girl didn’t showed any hint of resistance and only parted her lips catering to his request.

"Hus-"

The rest of the word could not be finished because a pair of lips covered the girl’s.

A dream weaved by his mind? But the details were so clear that it could easily be mistaken for reality but if it indeed became somewhat true, he didn’t mind the difficulties he needed to go through because she was worth it.

He declared so in his head and his pair of lips touched hers. It was a feathery gentle force. Never had he realized, her lips would be this sweet making him unable to extricate himself.

Long Haoran wanted to deepen the kiss but the scenery in his changed. He found himself on edge of the cliff where below was the steep ridges, large red waves crashed against the wall.

He was sitting on the cliff, both feet dangling.

"Chef Long, I may not have the opportunity to taste your food again." The low voice etched with desolation came from his right. He spun his head and saw Xiao Hua staring in the distance.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, bothered by her words. Although what bothered him more was why his dream changed into this?

Xiao Hua turned her head to give him a glance and flashed him a smile. Xiao Hua’s expression was easy to read. It was not hard for him to spot the sadness in it.

Why are you smiling like that? Almost like one would make when one wishes to say goodbye?

Xiao Hua didn’t answer but only said, slowly pointing her finger to the sky, "Look Chef Long, the bubbles floating in the sky looks so beautiful. They are like the ones during the Lantern Festival back in my hometown."

At her words, Haoran gazed at the supposed bubbles she was pointing which he very regretted because he saw something shocking in the sea.

When he turned back to ask for some explanation, the person beside him admiring the bubbles was gone, and only became bubbles too.

"Xiao Hua?" Haoran looked around for the person’s traces but like mirror fragments, everything shattered and the last thing Haoran saw was the word...

[Victor...]

(A/N: This is not angst. No one will be killed. I know what you’re thinking but it’s not it, it’s definitely not. I had to do this because baby Haoran needs not be passive about his feelings. He he.)

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From the entrance of the Desolate Labyrinth, one could hear a scream which soon drown in the sound of the waves.

Inside the deepest parts, a figure standing was gazing condescendingly on the charred corpse on the ground.

"You are an utter failure."

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Li Chunhua was on her way to go back in her room when she heard the notification.

[You’ve got 950, 000 experience points.]

[You’ve got 5 gold coins.]

[You’ve got...]

[You’ve got...]

It dawn to her that the notifications of Dranax rewards was very late.

"Did the system encounter problems?" She mumbled in confusion.