In the fantasy world of dream weaver Chu Weixuan, the perfect world he built for his beloved Zhou Xueqing is collapsing due to an unexplainable error in the cosmological constant. The only way to repair it is to completely erase all her memories of herself. Perfect Crack Chu Weixuan stared at the maple leaf forest in the holographic projection, his fingertips hanging on the control panel trembling slightly. The data stream floated in the air like golden fireflies, outlining the silhouette of Zhou Xueqing sitting on the bench. She was looking down at a paper book, and the autumn afternoon sunlight passed through the gaps in the virtual maple leaves and danced on the tips of her hair. Everything was exactly the same as what he had knitted three months ago. The dimensional stability rate is 9997%. The system prompt tone is as gentle as a lie. He called up the underlying log, and the red warning line had been hanging for seventy-two hours: the value of the cosmological constant shifted by 00003%, and the vulnerability of the causal chain continued to increase. Outside the office window was the night view of Shanghai in the real world, with neon lights dyeing the Huangpu River into a flowing palette, but he felt cold. The phone vibrated. It was a message from Xue Qing from the fantasy world. She always thought it was the backyard of the suburban house where they lived together. Ah Xuan, the maple leaves seem a little redder than yesterday? Very pretty. Chu Wei stared at that sentence, his Adam's apple rolling. Before he could think of how to reply, the surveillance alarm suddenly screamed. The maple leaf forest in the projection began to pixelate and peel off, like an oil painting torn apart by invisible hands.
