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

Yokohama pa

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After using her supernatural powers to heal Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Yukie Tsukishiro did not die, but fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she found that Yokohama was still the same Yokohama, everything was the same as before, except for the ring that inexplicably appeared on her hand.

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"Who put this on me? I'm sure you're right."

There weren't many patterns on the silver ring, and it looked so simple and plain, as if it had been bought from a second-hand market. Only the yellow gem on it was dazzling and particularly eye-catching.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was guarding her bed, coughed and looked unnatural.

Yuecheng Xuejian pretended to be confused and asked, "Could it be that Mr. Mori arranged a marriage for me while I was sick? I don't want it. Go and throw away the ring."

As she said this, she was about to take off the ring.

"No, don't pick it."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke quickly stopped her, but when he touched Tsukishiro Yukie's hand, he drew back as if he had received an electric shock. He knew she was doing it on purpose when she looked at him teasingly, so he simply became more daring and held Yukie's hand tightly, "This is a gift from me. Are you willing to accept it?"

The boy's eyes are as clear as the snow in front of the window. Whether to sweep the snow away or pile it into a small snowman is just a matter of words from you.

He just waits like that, it all depends on your heart.

Xuejian lowered her eyes and stroked the slightly rough lines on the ring. This was probably not made by a professional craftsman, but by a beginner who cut and polished the silver bit by bit to make a small ring.

When completing the mission and choosing to return here, Yuecheng Xuejian thought about a lot of things.

This identity brought too much trouble, and Yokohama was not a city she liked. The only one who could make her make a choice was Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Only at the fireworks festival that year, did he glance at her and gaze into her eyes tenderly.

Now those eyes were fixed on her again.

"How is everyone? Are you still writing?" Yuecheng Xuejian answered the question irrelevantly.

"Very good, still writing." Akutagawa Ryunosuke began to talk about his experiences over the years, how he balanced the time allocation between Hong Kong trilogy and writing, and his readers and enemies. His tone was normal but with an obvious sense of happiness, and after the hostility faded, Huoquan was also an ordinary person.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly stopped insisting on asking Yukie to accept the ring. He thought it was good enough that she could listen to him like this now, and there was still a long way to go.

He finally had the courage to say that there was still a long way to go.

Both he and Yuecheng Xuejian are in good health, and there is a long time to come. There is no need to rush to talk about love and marriage. Let's just date first.

It's snowing again.

The two of them looked out the window at the same time, and saw the eagerness in each other's eyes.

Tsukishiro Yukimi cleared her throat and pretended, "Akutagawa-kun, if you can invite me downstairs to enjoy the snow, I can reluctantly consider your request."

The young lady had reached her nineteenth winter, and nothing could have softened his heart more than this.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said in cooperation: "Of course, I invite you to come downstairs to enjoy the snow together."

It was the same hospital, the same willow tree, although now bare and with all its leaves gone.

"So ugly." Xuejian said with disgust.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said nothing, he thought it was very beautiful, with a great sense of beauty.

Yuecheng Xuejian didn't let him go, "You came to see me when I was in the hospital, didn't you? Was it raining heavily that night? Did the raindrops from the willow leaves drip onto your neck?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke frowned and said, "Don't talk about things that both of you know and will embarrass each other." After saying this, his face began to heat up.

"How honest and sharp, great writer Akutagawa." Tsukishiro Yukimi cried out in surprise and waved the back of her hand at him, "I have the leverage over you now."

Unexpectedly, Akutagawa Ryunosuke held her hand tightly and refused to let go, looking very proud of having turned the tables. "This way everyone will know that I have no other options for you, young lady. I can only hold her in my hands."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, where is your upright personality? How come your mind works so quickly?

He moved his hands but couldn't break free, so he gave up.

Two sets of footprints appeared on the snow, walking side by side.

They went through the midsummer together, fell into a peaceful sleep in the autumn, and finally welcomed the clean and flawless winter that wiped away the haze.