Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Who knows?

Uh......

Luo Fan was truly speechless.

At this moment, the waiter, noticing the new business, approached the two.

"Excuse me, sir, are you here to buy a ring for your wife?"

"I......"

Luo Fan was about to refuse when he met Pascal's gaze.

A sliver of expectation, and a certain undeniable certainty.

"......Yes."

In the end, I compromised.

Since I'm already so pathetic, what difference would one more make?

And since the other party didn't think much of it, I shouldn't think too much about it either.

"Then please come this way with me."

After successfully accepting the order, the waiter bowed slightly and gestured for the customer to proceed.

The waiter led the two to a display stand and sat them down, then waited for them.

Luo Fan didn't follow, but chose to sit to the side, put on his headphones, and quietly scroll through his phone.

Pascal had actually started making his selections.

A few minutes later, Luo Fan felt increasingly itchy.

I kind of want to eavesdrop...

Luo Fan secretly took off his earphones, and the first words that entered his ears were...

"You want this Balllerine wedding ring, right?"

Oh, looks like you've already made your selection. Then that's fine.

Wait... what kind of ring?

"Yes, that's it."

Pascal gave the waiter a polite smile.

Lofan quickly stood up from his chair and walked behind Pascal.

As the waiter went to fetch the ring, Luo Fan shouted at Pascal, "What's going on? A ring is one thing, but why is it a wedding ring?"

"Why, can't it?"

It has to be said that Pascal's calm demeanor made it very easy for Lofan to lose.

Whenever he gets anxious, Pascal always does this: he can't get anxious anymore.

"Sigh, it's not that it's impossible, but wedding rings aren't for..."

Before Luo Fan could finish speaking, the waiter came over and interrupted him.

"Sir, Madam, our shop also offers wedding dress and photography services. Would you like to inquire about these services?"

"I......"

"Yes, please."

Lovan was once again "agreed" to by Pascal.

This time, however, Luo Fan was not only confused, but also somewhat embarrassed.

"Are you serious? Taking wedding photos? With me?"

Luo Fan's tone was no longer urgent; instead, it became somewhat shy.

"Let's just consider it as fulfilling the beautiful fantasies of the older female researcher from the past."

Pascal took Lovan's hand, his face beaming with smiles.

Pascal, on the contrary, felt that this kind of life was more novel and more exciting than the past. After being freed from all kinds of trivial matters, he had more opportunities to pursue what he wanted.

The future is finally becoming clear.

Luo Fan was at a loss for words at Pascal's actions, and blushed slightly as Pascal took her hand.

No matter what, being suddenly dragged into taking wedding photos is just too much...

"Hello, you two, the car is ready. Please follow us to the filming location."

The waiter had already placed the ring in a box, waiting for the couple.

Luo Fan hesitated to move, his mind becoming somewhat sluggish.

"Let's go, are you feeling uncoordinated?"

It has to be said that this scene really resembles an old married couple, with the husband unable to walk anymore and the wife still pulling him along.

After a struggle with his conscience, Luo Fan reluctantly followed.

The driver opened the car door for the two of them, and Lofan got in, led by Pascal.

After the two fastened their seat belts, the car began to drive smoothly.

Throughout this time, Luo Fan remained restless, constantly rubbing his ears and fingers.

But every time he started to do so, Pascal would grasp his hand.

Pascal's hands were warm and small, suggesting he hadn't done any physical labor, which made them appear very delicate.

So, since Lovanmo couldn't touch his own hand, he could only touch Pascal's.

Pascal placed his hand in Lovan's and enjoyed the touch.

Simple physical contact reduced the sense of distance between the two.

They sat closer and closer...

It's like a telepathic connection, or a tacit understanding developed through long-term companionship.

Just like when he had just woken up, Pascal buried his head in Lovan's arms.

Luo Fan was no longer as reserved as before, and habitually stroked Pascal's delicate long hair.

I closed my eyes and remained silent.

What a tender time...

Luo Fan only hoped that things could continue like this.

But there will always be people who bother you at the worst possible time.

"Gentlemen, we have arrived."

The driver opened the car door and looked at the two people in front of him, seemingly unsurprised.

A few seconds later, Luo Fan reluctantly let go of his hand, and Pascal sat up. The two of them got out of the car.

When I got off the bus, I realized that I was in a garden.

Beyond the fence, flowers bloomed in abundance, and petals drifted down onto the red carpet that stretched all the way to the center of the stage.

Whether by nature or by the effect of the scene, a gentle breeze stirred up the petals in the air, which fluttered past the two of them.

So beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Please go change, we can begin shortly."

The emcee walked up to the couple, casually holding a booklet, which was probably something like vows.

Pascal headed towards the women's changing room quite naturally.

But when I pushed open the door, I couldn't help but want to look back.

Following his own heart, Pascal saw that Lovan hadn't moved an inch.

He remained standing there, looking at himself.

The emcee seemed to be saying something to him, but he didn't hear a word; he just stared at himself.

Pascal smiled happily and waved his hand at Lofan.

Go ahead.

Understanding each other perfectly...

Luo Fan smiled slightly, ignored the emcee, and walked towards the dressing room.

......

A few minutes later, Luo Fan walked out of the dressing room wearing a suit.

This wasn't the first time Luo Fan had worn this kind of clothing, so he didn't feel that it was any different from usual.

But now, I'm even more looking forward to seeing Pascal in his wedding dress.

Nowadays, "a lazy, shut-in girl" has become Luo Fan's stereotype of Pascal, and he finds it hard to imagine what Pascal would look like in such formal attire.

I might not even recognize her anymore.

"Sir, how long have you known your wife?"

The emcee, seeing the gentleman's rather complex inner thoughts, couldn't help but step forward and ask him a question.

......

"Well... it's been about five years..."

Luo Fan himself wasn't entirely sure, but if you count from the game's launch date, Luo Fan had indeed known Pascal for five years.

For the past five years, Lovan has always held Pascal in high regard and never considered her a potential career path, even though she is a fake catgirl.

Now, the other person suddenly tells you that they want you to buy them a ring and take wedding photos with you. They are someone you never thought of and someone you have always respected. No one could accept that immediately, right?

"Five years...you and your wife must have a very good relationship, right?"

"Ah... haha, yes."

Luo Fan chuckled and gave a vague answer, because he himself didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Pascal.

But if I really film it like that, how am I supposed to face Pascal afterwards?

The man lowered his head, his eyes becoming deep and profound, like the vast starry sky.

Seeing Luo Fan's state, the emcee stopped asking questions and went back to preparing for his work.

A few minutes later, the emcee patted Luo Fan on the shoulder: "Sir, your wife is in place. Get ready, we can begin shortly."

"Ok?"

Luo Fan looked towards the door of the locker room, but there was no one he recognized.

where?

Luo Fan stood up and looked around, trying to find Pascal's location.

Finally, on the stage adorned with blooming flowers, and under Luo Fan's astonished gaze.

Pascal has already entered the field.

The pure white wedding dress on Pascal perfectly removed his颓废气质 (颓废气 is a Chinese word that means decadent, dispirited, or dissolute) and left only the unique holiness of an angel.

The bouquet was the perfect finishing touch, making her already flawless body appear as perfect as a crystal.

PS: The music is now starting at 2:46.

Dozens of meters away, the two looked at each other like newlywed lovers, or like old friends of many years.

In Pascal's eyes, this man was still so familiar to her; even the suit couldn't diminish his inherently charming aura.

But in Lofan's eyes, Pascal was quite different.

......

Are you still the Pascal I know?

I am who I am, why should I doubt myself?