I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

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Tsukishiro Xuejian rudely turned off the connection in her brain.

"Can you carry me to the balcony? I want to get some sun."

She avoided Akutagawa's invitation just now.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke silently picked her up, holding her steadily with one hand, and she was not even as light as the pile of manuscript papers on the table.

He carried Xuejian to the outdoor chair on the balcony, and then went back to get a thick blanket to cover her. Yuecheng Xuejian thought that the weather in August and September was hot, and she was not that afraid of the cold even if she was weak, but she thought about it and gave up because she was afraid of being scolded.

After finishing his work, Ryunosuke Akutagawa was about to sit down, but he stood up again and adjusted the angle of the parasol above his head to make sure that Yukimi would not be exposed to the sun.

He was so methodical in everything he did. Even when he tilted his head back to pull down the parasol, the angle of his jaw was sharp. Xuejian looked up at him and soon it was as if a black cloth was covering her eyes.

"Xuejian, Xuejian."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke called her, and Tsukishiro Yukie looked in the direction of the voice and said in a steady tone: "It's not so sunny now."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed very unhappy, "I said, use my life force, you start now."

As he said that, he pulled her hand and pressed it against his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Yuecheng Xuejian smiled and shrank back, “Don’t force me to buy or sell.”

Perhaps her bony hand hurt the other person, Akutagawa stopped moving, and Yukie successfully pulled her hand back into the blanket.

Her eyes were still dark and she couldn't see clearly. Yuecheng Xuejian felt that her blood sugar was too low. Was it really the system blinding her in revenge?

But before she could say out loud the chicken soup she had been cooking in her heart, Ryunosuke Akutagawa announced his new discovery.

"You can't see."

He repeated, "You can't see."

"No, it's just a temporary low blood sugar problem. Don't you feel dizzy for a while when you get up in the morning?"

"No, especially after drinking your blood. I even cough less."

Although it was the bleeding party, Xuejian felt inexplicably guilty, "This is not a good thing, haha."

"does it worth."

Not wanting to listen to Yukimi's jokes with a hoarse voice, Akutagawa asked persistently, "Is it worth it to become like this for me?"

Xuejian didn't answer.

After a person loses their vision, their other senses become extra sensitive. For example, she can now smell the fragrance of flowers coming from the vase on the table, which is the familiar scent of jasmine.

She could also hear the sound of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's heart pounding and the music playing in the cars passing by on the roadside.

When facing death, will people feel relieved or unwilling? Will they reminisce about the past or look forward to the next reincarnation?

This was the closest Yukimi Tsukishiro ever came to her original death.

But she was relieved because this time it was her own choice of the ending.

"Akutagawa-kun, do you love me? How much do you love me?"

There was no reply, but Xuejian breathed a sigh of relief and began to educate the unlucky little guy who was very similar to herself when she was young, like a senior.

"I can't really put it into words. Love is something that is hard to fathom. I have been wandering around the world for a long time trying to find the definition of love, but now I think I have found it."

Year after year, she spent countless years in the game.

She became more and more open-minded about the strategy tasks. After all, wasn't it because of the characters that she pre-ordered the game in the first place? Seeing so many players giving everything for the people they loved, she no longer felt that this was not just a set of data, but a tool for her to get a healthy body.

Her definition of love also began to change.

"Akutagawa-kun, you don't need to dwell on this issue, and don't be upset. It's enough for you to just be alive."

Tsukishiro Yukie laughed, she heard Akutagawa Ryunosuke's dissatisfied voice.

He is really a boy who has not grown up.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa's life is a straight line. He will run along the route set by himself or others without looking back. However, because his life is destined to be short, he has no time to think about the people and things he experiences along the way.

The biggest difference between Akutagawa and other targets is that he is very young, not only in age, but also in psychology. Akutagawa was brought back to Hong Kong by Dazai when he was a teenager. Before that, his life was all about the survival of the fittest. He didn't understand the emotions of many "people" well enough, so he couldn't answer his own questions now and could only sulk.

Even though my heart has reached the point of "deep love", I am still ignorant, how cute.

But you will become a mature and reliable adult, I believe.

"I don't regret it. I believe Akutagawa-kun will become an excellent adult, an excellent mafia and an excellent writer."

Please pursue the life you want on behalf of Tsukishiro Yukie, who should have died young.

"I disagree."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's voice was hoarse, and Rashomon held Tsukishiro Setsuki tightly in his arms. Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood up holding Tsukishiro Setsuki and pointed to the city, mountains and sea in the distance.

"Look, to the east of where you are is the city center of Yokohama, to the north is Tokyo, to the west is Kansai, and to the south is the ocean. We have never seen these, right? Why don't we survive?"

Following his guidance, Xuejian seemed to really see the landmarks of those places.

Tsukishiro Yukimi blinked, and her vision returned.

She turned around in surprise and wanted to tell Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but was shocked speechless by the scene before her.

He was crying silently.

"Miss, if you continue like this, I will soon forget you."

Verbal threats were useless, but he really didn't want to be left behind again.

Yuecheng Xuejian leaned in his arms, raised her hand and gently wiped away his tears that had not yet been dried by the wind.

"Akutagawa-kun, you will forget me. Your life is very long, and you will meet so many people. They will stop for you and cheer for you. You will live your life happily surrounded by them."

"You'll forget me soon enough."

[Supernatural Power: Rebirth from Death] was activated, and the vitality flowed from her blood vessels and bones to her fingertips, and spread along her hand that was touching Ryunosuke Akutagawa's chest to Ryunosuke's whole body.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly felt relaxed and comfortable all over, and a lot of energy filled his body. The lung disease he had suffered over the years was all gone, and he became healthier than an ordinary person.

He quickly realized what was happening, but Yuecheng Xuejian had already completed the transfer of her life force and pulled her hand away, placing it on the railing.

"No, no, no!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke tried to pull her, but found nothing.

Yuecheng Xuejian's voice was light and floating. She saw a familiar car slowly approaching, but the girl that man wanted to see had already died in the dark dusk of Hong Kong.

Tsukishiro Yukie held onto the railing and said to Akutagawa Ryunosuke and the last person blessed by the supernatural power:

"I wish you happiness."

got windy.

*

Mori Ogai held Alice's hand, and he had already thought about what to say next.

Alice was humming a song, and the apples and flower baskets on her skirt were dancing around her. In her hand she was holding a bouquet of flowers for the eldest lady.

Already seeing the gate, Mori Ogai squinted and raised his head. The sunlight at dusk was still dazzling. He put his right hand on his forehead and looked up to see if the eldest lady would stand on the balcony like before, waiting for the doctor to save her and temporarily escape from her suffering.

Or she would sit in a chair and read carefully the medical books he brought her, with tea cups and vases on the table.

A gust of wind blew down, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, which exploded in my ears.

The skirt dyed red was the one he gave her last year.

The wind kicked up flying dust and the flowers fell to the ground.