[Parallel World] + [Urban Fantasy] + [Rule Text] + [Healing] + [Regret] + [Two-way Rush] + [System] + [Atypical Cool Text] + [Tear Jerker] + [Underlying Counterattack]
Until one day, I received an order with a non-existent address.
Delivery distance: 0.0 Kilometers. Receiving address: Wutong City Welfare Institute. Note: Just deliver it, no need to knock on the door.
I sent it to the wasteland.
The next day, the news headlines: A mysterious takeaway appeared in the welfare home late at night, and an 80-year-old man received a "meal from his son who has been dead for thirty years."
The order number is exactly the same as the order I received.
Later I discovered that there is another world hidden in this city.
The people there are souls who can't let go of their obsessions.
And what I deliver is not takeaway - it is someone's son who has not been waiting for thirty years, the last words that the mother could not say, and the last meal left by the person who will never go back.
The system said, I am the "meal delivery person".
My mother said that three generations of our family have it.
The man in black from that world warned me: The two worlds should not be connected, you are breaking the rules.
But if I don't give it away, those obsessions will never let go.
Until one day, I received an order from my mom.
She has lived in another world for twenty years.
She said: Son, if you see this diary, remember - mother is always watching you.
Now I finally understand——
Some obsessions need to be put aside.
It's a shame, but there's still a chance
