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

In the studio, a special bell rang twice and then stopped abruptly.

Yukimura Seiichi held the paintbrush and gestured up and down on the canvas, but he hadn't put pen to paper yet, which made him feel a little annoyed. When he heard the ringing sound, the corners of his lips that were originally pursed opened up and slowly formed a smile.

"Yukimi?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, Yukimura-kun."

After two or three seconds, Yukimura Seiichi realized that the weak female voice was that of Tsukishiro Yukimi. Something must have happened! Putting down his pen and drawing board, Yukimura Seiichi asked:

"What's wrong with you? Where are you? I'll come find you."

"No, I'm right outside your studio door."

But it's raining outside now. Yukimura Seiichi was stunned, then stood up and walked outside. "Wait a minute, I'll be there soon."

The door opened.

The wet Yukishiro Xuejian was standing outside barefoot, carrying her bag.

Hearing the noise, she raised her head. The rain wet her hair and stuck it to her neck, then flowed down her face, and when it passed through her eyes it looked like tears.

Yukimura Seiichi opened his eyes wide.

"Yukimi?"

"You didn't disappear. You're still alive. That's great."

Yuecheng Xuejian pulled the corner of her mouth, but before she could smile, she fell to the ground exhausted.

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The clothes were changed, and it seemed to be a jersey, which was a bit big for the body.

The kettle was bubbling, but as the person sitting beside her bed left, the annoying sound disappeared, replaced by the sound of hot water being poured into the cup to brew the potion.

Yukimura Seiichi came back, holding a cup of water and said, "Are you awake? Drink the medicine quickly."

Xuejian stretched out her hand obediently, and Yukimura Seiichi's eyes fell on that arm that was as smooth as mutton-fat jade.

After drinking the medicine, Yukimura Seiichi sat back on the bed and put Xuejian's hand back into the quilt.

"Your shoes are missing. I'll have someone send a new pair over tomorrow."

"Oh, it must have gotten lost."

Yukimura Seiichi paused for a moment before saying, "Can you tell me what happened?"

“I was thinking, I’m a misfortune-bringer.”

Just after a long silence, Yukimura Seiichi was about to change the subject when Tsukishiro Yukimi suddenly said.

"How can you say that? I don't think so." Yukimura Seiichi suppressed his inner surprise and said seriously.

She needs positive feedback now, not questions.

"That means I don't deserve happiness."

Yuecheng Xuejian seemed to be stuck in a dead end and refused to turn back.

She has completely fallen into her own world.

"They are all gone. They are all forcing me. You are all forcing me."

"Why did you disappear? Are you so useless that you didn't even leave any clues. Where should I go to find you?"

She was so busy going crazy that she didn't realize she had sat up from the bed. She was now leaning on Yukimura Seiichi's shoulder, and Yukimura Seiichi's hand was patting her back.

Yukimura Seiichi had a strange feeling of making up for his regrets.

I have long wondered what someone like Tsukishiro Yukimi would be like when he is sick or suffers a setback.

But Yukimura Seiichi knew that it was too late for him to do all this.

Having missed the right opportunity, bringing it up again would only cause pain instead of healing the wound, so he wouldn't ask.

Just like how Tsukishiro Yukimi would not bring up topics related to tennis when they were "dating", they wouldn't even watch the open tournament that was being broadcast, this was their tacit understanding.

But sometimes I still feel a little unwilling.

Yukimura Seiichi's hand moved to the top of Yukimi's head.

Washed and wiped clean hair smells nice, just like your own hair.

Tsukishiro Xuejian was finally tired, her IQ returned to her brain, and she slowly pushed him away.

Yukimura Seiichi kept smiling, "I'll take you home after dinner tomorrow."

Xuejian nodded embarrassedly.

"correct."

"I am very grateful that you thought of me and rushed to see me in case I was missing."

Yukimura Seiichi stated part of his guess, calmly as if he had everything under control.

That’s it, just the right amount and no more words.

Turning around and pretending not to hear Tsukishiro Yukimi's screams and calls, Yukimura Seiichi walked briskly.

If I missed the past and lost the present, can I get the future?