I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

"It's okay, it will get better," Mrs. Miyamoto said what countless people have said, both as a comfort and a wish.

Fortunately, Purgatory Makijuro was not Onibatsuji Muzan, and he sincerely accepted Mrs. Miyamoto's comfort. Several people came to the door of Mrs. Purgatory's ward.

Madam Purgatory, who had just escaped from death a few hours ago, was pale and sleeping.

Xingjuro, who didn't have much sad expression along the way, walked over quickly when he saw his mother. He looked at his mother carefully, her childish face full of worry and sorrow.

Get well soon, his eyes said.

"Mother,"

Anjuro didn't speak, but Kuriyama Kuriko seemed to hear his voice.

"It's okay," Mrs. Miyamoto patted Anjuro's shoulder gently, "It'll be fine," she looked lovingly at the child in front of her who was a little younger than her son.

I sighed softly in my heart.

"Mr. Purgatory, just wait for me here, I will make arrangements."

"Mom, I'll just stay here," Kuriyama Kuriko said.

"The chestnut will stay here," Mrs. Miyamoto said, and immediately got down to business without any ambiguity.

Purgatory Makijuro sent the person to the door, watched the person disappear, and stood at the door for a while before entering the ward. He was not afraid that the other party would make a mistake, but because he didn't know how to repay him for such a lucky thing, he was afraid of being slighted.

It's not that Lizi wants to stay here, it's just that she's really afraid of something happening that would be better not to happen. She doesn't feel at ease not being here. I can only hope in my heart that Mrs. Miyamoto will move faster.

Don't hit it.

"Ms. Miyamoto, I really don't know how to thank you," Purgatory Makijuro thanked you. He did not show any slightness because there was a little girl opposite him.

He took a stool and placed it in front of Kuriyama Kuriko, "Please sit down."

He was so polite that Kuriyama felt a little uncomfortable. Of course, you have to sit on the stool. After what happened today, she thought she was still qualified to sit on the stool. "Mr. Purgatory, you don't have to be so polite. This is fate."

"If you hadn't been willing to help me yesterday, what happened today wouldn't have happened," Kuriyama Kuriko said with a smile.

Purgatory Makijuro smiled. His eyes moved to his sleeping wife, and a tender smile gradually appeared on his face.

The atmosphere in the ward fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, Xingjulang saw the fruit brought to him by others on the table. He took an apple and an orange, and carefully peeled the orange first, "Sister, you eat."

The ghost Kuriyama Kuriko stretched out his hand to take the orange helplessly, then divided it into two and stuffed half of it back, "You can eat it too."

Xingjulang hesitated for a few seconds and accepted it.

Watching Anjuro eat one, Kuriyama Kuriko asked with a smile, "Is it sour?"

"It's not sour, sister."

Only then did Kuriyama Kuriko eat the orange, which she couldn't taste at all.

"Sister, is it delicious?" Xingshou Lang was a little nervous. Although he had tasted the orange and it was not sour, he didn't know if this sister would find it not sour.

"It's not sour," Kuriyama Kuriko replied, smiling as he ate another piece of orange that wasn't very tasty.

Anjuro breathed a sigh of relief and walked to his father, "Father," he moved down half.

Purgatory Makijuro, who didn't want to eat the orange, saw the look in the child's eyes, took the orange, and touched Anjuro's head with a smile.

Anjuro finished the orange in one gulp and squatted in the corner to peel the apple.

Looking at the back squatting in the corner, Kuriyama Kuriko had sufficient evidence that the apple was peeled for her, and she was thinking about how to refuse.

I want to eat it, but after becoming a ghost, I can no longer taste the real taste of the apple.

That's the bad thing about becoming a ghost. Although there are gains and losses, it's still a little uncomfortable, Kuriyama Kuriko thought sadly. Then, as expected, I got an apple.

"Sister, give it."

Kuriyama Kuriko looked at the apple that was handed to her with a little sadness. Anjuro's eyes were full of expectation and enthusiasm. Damn it, it was really embarrassing, but, "Thank you very much Anjuro, but I want you to help my sister eat the apple."

"Because, sister can't eat too much at night because she wants to lose weight," Kuriyama Kuriko said decisively, fearing that if she spoke a second slower, she would take the apple in her own hand.

Maybe it was because he had never eaten good food before. Even though he knew that human food was not good for ghosts, Kuriyama Kuriko still couldn't help but want to try it. Then I thought to myself, if it were still a human being, it would taste delicious.

Anjuro looked at the thin sister in front of him with a very confused expression, "... She's getting thinner, but my sister is already very thin, she should eat more," he couldn't help but say.

"Girls always want to be thinner."

Xingjulang was still very puzzled, "Why do you want to be thin?" he asked seriously, "If you are too thin, it will be bad for your health."

"Sister," Xingjulang's expression became serious and he spoke earnestly, "This is not good. You are already very thin. You should eat a lot more."

He took Kuriyama Kuriko's hand and placed the apple solemnly.

The child's eyes are sincere.

A bit like...a younger sibling at home.

"Okay," Kuriyama Kuriko said, gnawing at the apple that was not good for her. The sound forcefully woke up the sleeping Madam Purgatory, "..."

This turn of events stunned the three people present.

"Mom," Xingjulang soon forgot the subtle feeling in his heart and threw himself on Mrs. Purgatory. However, when he actually touched her, his movements became gentle and gentle, "You're awake~~"

Actually, what Xingjulang wants to ask is, mom, are you okay?

But he felt like he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid.

Mrs. Purgatory smiled weakly at her husband and son, "Where's Senjuro?"

"Brother is at home," Anjuro whispered, "Aunt Qiandao is here."

"Okay," Mrs. Purgatory was saying when she was suddenly handed a cup of tea. She was stunned and looked up at the girl who handed the tea, "This is..."

"He is our great benefactor," Purgatory Anjuro said loudly, taking the cup from Kuriyama Kuriko's hand, "Sister, let me do it," he looked a little annoyed, blaming himself for not noticing his mother's lips that had lost moisture.

There was no point for Kuriyama Kuriko to refuse. She had not planned to feed him in the first place. She just reminded the two men from the Purgatory family that the women in their family should add some water.

Shinjuro, who was immersed in the surprise of his wife waking up, blamed himself, "Rinhui~~"

"It's okay, what's wrong with you today," Mrs. Purgatory said with a smile, looking at the two of them with a funny expression, but her heart gradually became sad, how could she not understand that something was wrong between the two of them.

The more times like this, the more she can't say anything.

I could only say some joking words, "Mom is not used to it."

Purgatory Makijuro smiled reluctantly. Even Kuriyama Kuriko could feel the man's fragile emotions. He was like a taut string that could be broken at any time.

Obviously Mrs. Purgatory knew very well that there was uneasiness in her eyes when she looked at her husband.

"This is Miss Miyamoto. Her parents are the operators of this hospital." Purgatory Shinjuro's tone was delighted. He took his wife's hand and held it firmly. "Because of the help of the Miyamoto family, Rinhui, you can With a good doctor, everything will be fine."

He eagerly told his wife the good news.

"Rinhui, you can be saved," his voice was urgent and his volume increased.

This doesn't feel like saying to Mrs. Purgatory, but more like telling them to take away Mrs. Purgatory's things and tell them that you have no chance to kill my wife.

Mrs. Purgatory was stunned for a moment. After staring at her husband for more than ten seconds, she curved her lips and agreed, "That's great."

"We can watch next year's cherry blossoms together."

"Yes," Xingjulang nodded aside, "Let's go together."

dong dong——

The door was knocked.

The excited Purgatory Makijuro was startled for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he stood up suddenly. He strode to the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door with shaking hands.

"Mrs. Miyamoto——"

He got to see the person he wanted to see.

Mrs. Miyamoto, and the most authoritative doctor in treating his wife's illness.

"Long wait, Mr. Hayata has just received a patient," Mrs. Miyamoto said with a slightly thankful expression, "I'm lucky today. I was thinking that Mr. Hayata should go back at this point."

"This is luck," Dr. Hayata, who was wearing a white coat, said with a smile, "it means that I have a fate with this patient. Come, let me see the patient."

"It's my wife -" Purgatory Makijuro said nervously, looking at the doctor motionlessly, breathing rapidly for a few times, and his palms were sweaty, "Doctor..."

He was so nervous that his mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.