What's the Problem with Dying Together?

I'm a transmigrator, and I don't even know where I am. You could say I'm an embarrassment to all transmigrators. After wandering through a hazy life for several years, I came across a strange escape pod that fell from the sky when I was seven.

That's how I met a beautiful child with silver hair and violet eyes.

I was so dazzled by his looks that I nearly swooned. How could anyone be so perfectly my type?

Wait, calm down. Don't act rashly. You're still young! Don't do anything you'll regret!

So every day I spent with him, I silently recited the Core Socialist Values, determined to be a good citizen who knew and obeyed the law.

This story is a little stream-of-consciousness, but it's pretty fun. I can confirm that I'll have random bursts of eccentricity from time to time... (looks away (￢_￢))

Warning: My style is unusual. I'm not a beginner at writing, and my prose isn't childish, but I am a beginner at writing novels and being an author, so there may be some bizarre inconsistencies.

All my protagonists share one central belief: "Death isn't the end," because death can't stop love.

Check out my other book, [Western Crossover] What Happened to the Cat That Saved Rice?

Wayne Manor was unusually busy today. It was expecting a guest, a special guest, special enough to make the manor's young master, Damian Wayne, visibly uneasy. His father, Mr. Wayne, had also made a rare appearance at the breakfast table. He was terribly sleepy and struggling not to plant his face in his plate.

Damian awkwardly reminded his father about their departure, trying to distract himself from his nerves.

"Father, please hurry. We have to leave soon."

"Master Damian, if I may say so, even with an hour's drive ahead of us, there is still an hour to spare for your poor father to eat breakfast properly instead of sleeping in his plate."

The elegant British butler delivered an elegant insult.

"Damian, instead of being so nervous, why not tell us about you and your online friend? How did you meet?"

Dick had come home for a rare vacation and was taking the opportunity to meet Damian's online friend of five years. He swore he was just curious. After all, everyone in the family knew how important this five-year online friendship was to the little demon.

Tim silently agreed over his coffee cup. After all, in Damian's friend's eyes, he was a scheming, despicable older brother, and Bruce was an incompetent, taciturn father.

"Tt."

Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance, but still didn't refuse to answer his family.

"She saved my cat."

Damian ran his fingers over the cord bracelet on his wrist, his gaze lowered as though lost in a distant memory.

"I didn't give it a collar to claim ownership. I gave it one to tell everyone who saw it that it was loved. That way, its life wouldn't simply belong to death anymore."

The girl's voice echoed in his ears once more, as if he had returned to the foot of the vast, snowy mountains of Tibet.

Theme: This world needs love. May we always be free, and always have hope.