The king of nets waits for the flowers on the other side to bloom

I don't want to remember it anymore, I don't want to remember it anymore, I thought it was over, I thought it was over, but that video tape appeared so abruptly, carrying that dusty and embarrassing memory.

Under the dim light of the night light, the girl who had been sleeping restlessly opened her lavender eyes because of the nightmare. The cold sweat all over her body and the tense nerves showed that she was too nervous due to fear. She moved her right hand slightly, and the blood vessels The familiar feeling of a foreign body made her get used to standing up on her side and supporting her body with the other hand to sit up.

The night is quiet and long, with silvery moonlight outside the window.

The soft texture of the window screen outlines the slightly thin figure of the young man standing on the balcony. The evening wind inadvertently brushed over the young man's thin cheeks and brushed the young man's kite-purple hair. Because it was at the left rear of the young man, Yami couldn't see it at this moment. What kind of expression does the boy looking up at the starry sky have? Just looking at such a beautiful back is already a beautiful picture, so beautiful that people can't bear to disturb it.

In the afternoon... You lost your composure, did you scare Li Haida's group of seemingly proud but kind-hearted teenagers?The girl has always known about the existence of that video tape. After all, it was the group of people who fiddled with the video recorder in front of her and recorded it in such an open manner. It was just that she never thought that she would see it again in this way.

He raised his left hand and took a small mirror from the bedside table. What caught his eyes was some messy light chestnut hair, his pale face that was getting thinner day by day, and his eyes that were still red and swollen from crying too much. They were not gorgeous, just like the girl in the video. What a world of difference.Sparing no effort to laugh at himself, his eyes fell on the perfect and impeccable figure on the balcony again.

Yukimura Seiichi

Staring deeply, silently calling the boy's name, as if it were the most beautiful words in the world, the girl's heart suddenly ached, and what appeared in her mind was the self who pushed the boy away with all her strength in the afternoon, The pained expression on his face when he collided with the boy on the coffee table behind him, and the sad expression he had never seen in those beautiful eyes.A tear quietly gushed out of the corner of the eye, and fell on the white arm along the pale cheek.

"Fuer Masami, you are so bad, you actually hurt him unscrupulously relying on his tolerance for you, I can't forgive you..."

Yukimura Seiichi forgot how long he had been standing here, probably from the time when the moon rose in the east to the time when the moon was about to set in the west. Except for the call he made to Keigo Atobe on the way, he spent the rest of the time quietly leaning on the railing and looking not far away. Lake Ashi.

The lake was deeper and the dew was heavier. The young man in only unlined clothes didn't care about his clothes that felt cold and damp to the touch, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had just persuaded Atobu to let him pay attention to rest. But I can't do it myself, facing the current situation.

When did he, Atobe, Fuji, and Shinozu turn from mere competitors to such friends who talk about everything?Obviously the original Yukimura Seiichi was notoriously difficult to approach.It seemed that it was all due to that girl. Thinking of the girl's mischievous smile, the boy's delicate brows showed a gentle expression, and he turned his head to look at the girl who was still sleeping in the room with nostalgia.

He knew that Atobe must be discussing with Fuji and Shinozu at this moment how to deal with the Tojo-gumi's plan to deal with Tezuka. Given his current physical condition, it is impossible to take over the Yukimura family immediately, except to provide the Tojo-gumi Apart from intelligence and giving ideas, it seems that the only thing he can do is to accompany Masami.

"Fuji Masami"

A pleasant voice slowly read the girl's name, and the girl blinked her lavender eyes, which were obviously out of focus, and said with a slightly mischievous smile, "Hey ~ Yukimurakun, listen Erina-san called me, my name is FujiMasami."The sporadic fragments that appeared suddenly were like a sharp knife, piercing the young man's heart. The sad expression was fleeting and he quickly sorted it out. Sure enough, the Son of God would not allow himself With that desolate look on his face, how long can he hold on if he is as strong as him?How long can he be allowed to be brave for the bursts of pain and numbness that hit more frequently than before?

As if inspired by something, the boy who had been looking up at the starry sky suddenly turned his head to look at the room, and saw the tearful figure of the girl sitting on the side of the bed staring at his back, and opened the balcony without hesitation for a second. The door goes back to the girl.

"Xiaoya." The boy's gentle voice called the girl's name and approached gently, carefully avoiding the girl's right hand where the drip was hanging, and hugging, as if nothing had happened.

"Seiichi, I'm sorry." The girl whimpered muffledly from his chest, and the boy frowned and put his chin on the girl's shoulder and gently rubbed the girl's head and asked, "Why do you apologize? Xiaoya again Did nothing wrong."

"..." The girl gently raised her left hand to caress the boy's back, pressed it lightly, and immediately felt the boy's body tense and trembled suddenly due to the pain, and the tears couldn't stop continue to flow down.

"Hey, Xiaoya, I should be the one to cry. It really hurts. The feeling of being pushed away by my fiancee...it's really not ordinary." The beautiful boy complained in an almost coquettish tone, sparing no effort to destroy the atmosphere , so that the girl could not continue to immerse herself in the overwhelming self-blame and pain.

"Seiichi" the girl frowned slightly and got out of the boy's arms and looked at him with a tangled expression.

"Xiaoya wants to make it up to me." The boy put his arms around the girl's waist like a fool, and put his whole weight on the girl like a prank.

"It's so heavy...how do I make it up..." The girl suppressed her tears unknowingly, supported the beautiful boy's body with difficulty, and looked at the beautiful boy with a cute expression on her face.

The beautiful boy looked up and saw the infusion bottle that had bottomed out, and skillfully pulled out the needle stuck in the girl's right hand, pressed the needle hole for the girl, and said with a quiet smile:

"Well~ I'm a little tired, can Xiaoya sleep with me for a while?"

"Eh?"

On the not-so-spacious clinic bed, the boy and the girl slept together in their clothes, in a backhug posture that signifies happiness. After an unknown amount of time, the boy's gentle voice rang in the girl's ears:

"I know it's hard to forget, but I'm with you."

A drop of clear tears ran across the girl's cheek and disappeared on the plain bed sheet. The girl's lips were slightly curved, which was a heart-warming smile.

I am always by your side, just a distance away from looking back.Looking back is another kind of meeting.

The author has something to say: Mouyan felt that she was going to die writing this chapter ==.