The girl was accused of calling Nakahara Rin. According to the (actually somewhat confusing) information she got from many sources, she is the younger sister of Nakahara Chuya, one of the current five major cadres (although not all five), because she has a powerful personality comparable to her elder brother. The ability is blessed by Hong Kong gangsters, and her "accident" this time was also caused by the riot.

...sounds a bit like a magical riot in the wizarding world next door.

Not long ago a cadre defected, not to mention her brother who went out, the rest of Ozaki Momiji was very kind to her.

...For the first time, Rin felt that being a relationship householder felt quite good.

Rin didn't worry about where the so-called "original body" went, or what she would do if the "original body" came back later... Anyway, she had already confirmed that she was a "dead" person, and she didn't What obsession, if she is destined to disappear in the future... then disappear.

She just took one step at a time, and if Zhongyuan Zhong came back later, she would also identify her as not his sister...

Rin fiddled with the flowers on the window sill, her eyes calm.

She can't help it, can she?

...Bi, after all, she really doesn't know how to play a younger sister who has unreasonable thoughts about her brother.

However, the reality does not have time to worry Rin for too long. On a sunny day, Rin was sitting by the bed with a book of paintings in his hand, when the sunlight coming in from the window was suddenly blocked.

Rin squinted his eyes, and raised his head, thinking that the curtains were blown away by the wind, but he suddenly found that the person who bent his legs and pushed open the windowsill glass with one hand was a red-haired young man in a black suit. He hissed, Leaped in with ease, with familiar movements.

The figure is not tall, but the proportion is unexpectedly good...

She met the azure pupils of the visitor with puzzled eyes.

...and the eyes are pretty.

Hmm... there seems to be no downside.

Just, why climb the window?Then... Rin turned his head and looked out the window.

She's here... the fifth floor, right?

"Rin, are you okay?" Although she had confirmed that she had no other problems other than memory problems before coming here, Nakahara still had to ask nervously like a routine.

"I think... I should be fine." Rin nodded thoughtfully, "The only thing is probably... Would you mind introducing yourself?"

Her expression was polite and alienated, and her gentle tone was hardly annoying, and even the degree of doubt was just right.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, his whole body was stiff, but he still took a breath and braced himself.

"Ah... well, you know who you are."

"They said I was Rin Nakahara." Rin nodded, playing tricks on the statement.

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, raised his hand to touch her, but stopped under her clear eyes like a mirror, and scratched his hair a little decadently.

"Well, I'm Nakahara Chuya... your husband."

Unexpectedly, Rin's reaction suddenly froze.

Rin: "Huh?"

...No, you guys, what's the matter, even if it's a confession, others have to check it out, you guys, what you said is different? ? ?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked by her reaction.

"What's wrong? Don't you know everything..." He suddenly felt bad.

This is not the same as he thought.

In the next second, the door of the ward was broken open. Mr. Xianyuan and the members of Hong Kong gangsters who did not know when they came or were just waiting outside the door were stunned, with strong doubts and pain in their eyes. Mr. Xianyuan is the worst, his eyes are full of the most complicated "I didn't expect Mr. Chuya to be such a person", "The thing I imagined finally happened fucking happened", "I knew it would be like this", "Nakaya Sir, how can you treat your amnesiac sister like this?" The people next to him more or less took up a few lines.

The book in Rin's hand fell down because she let go subconsciously, and Nakahara Chuya raised his hand to catch it the next second, and the two looked at the people at the door together.

The atmosphere of the scene was once very confusing.

Zhong Yuan's expression was blank for half a second, and his head felt bigger than ever before.

"Mr. Chuya, it's not right for you to do this—!" Shocked.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his head: "...you..."

"Miss Lin, I'm sorry that you have lost your memory and don't know the situation very well, but you have to face such a situation..." Mr. Xianyuan felt that his thinking was clear but it seemed that nothing was right, and he began to speak nonsense.

Rin stared at them speechlessly.

No, she is thinking clearly now and her mind is calm. May I ask if your statements are correct?

"Shut up!!! What do you know, you all misunderstood, she is my wife, legal!" Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his veins were about to twitch, and he stared at them with obvious anger in his voice.

He was really angry, not the usual joke, the look in his eyes was too serious.

So much so that the door felt that they were the members of the Hong Kong gangsters who were on the good side.

"Mr. Nakaya, you can't..."

"Shut up." Nakahara Chuya suppressed it all of a sudden, pointed at him expressionlessly, then raised his hand and easily bit off a glove, revealing the silver ring on his ring finger.

"This is a wedding ring, is there a problem?"

Rin's eyes widened a little. He didn't expect that he could really produce evidence. It seemed that the people who said they were brother and sister suddenly took a strange stand... She raised her hand and touched the position of her ring finger.

Their gazes were also fixed on Rin's hand, the position of her ring finger was empty and there was nothing there.

It's just that Rin fell into a state of amnesia, and it was impossible for her to enter the observation room and still wear the ring. As for where it was put... Maybe only she knows—if there is one.

"So, so..."

"Her surname is Zhongyuan, because she took my surname after she got married. She turned out to be a Chinese, her surname was He."

Rin froze for a moment, and met Chuya Nakahara's eyes.

She really can't remember what her original name was, it's just... she was indeed a Chinese.

"Really... so I'm married." Rin turned around, with a thoughtful expression on her face, but she didn't have the astonishment imagined by the few people watching her at the door, and she was so calm, as if from the "brothers and sisters" they told her The transition to "couple" did not make her feel unacceptable.

So is this due to Ms. Rin's inherent strength or the reason why she has a different understanding of everything after losing her memory.

"I have one last question...Mr. Nakahara, let me call you this, this body...no, I mean me, the age of Mr. Nakahara...legal?"

Nakahara Zhong also didn't think much about her title, she used to call it that way before she lost her memory, but he didn't expect her last question to be about her age... Even though she didn't seem to care about it very much, she just simply had Somewhat puzzled.

It seems to be just wondering why I got married at a young age...

"It's enough in Japan." He nodded. In fact, it's not enough for Hong Kong and black, but it's just...

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned suddenly.

Wait, what if Rin suddenly asked why she married herself?The reason she said at the beginning was that she didn't want to go to school......

…………Um?How did he say?

Fortunately, Rin didn't ask such a question that Nakahara didn't know how to answer, she just nodded to show that she knew.

Those who wanted to sort out their chaotic thoughts at the door were shut out by Nakahara Chuya and warned them to "stay away from the door".

Nakahara Chuya still doesn't know at this time that Rin has become a Buddha. She feels that her character design has become an upgraded version of Ome who was defeated by Tianxiang, the so-called future "ex-wife"...ah...

"Mr. Nakahara, are you sure 'I' is your wife, Rin Nakahara?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised an eyebrow, as if he didn't expect how she would ask this question, it's just the special situation of her amnesia now... um... It doesn't seem to be incomprehensible, then he nodded firmly.

"correct."

"Really." Rin sighed, and then looked at him sincerely, "But now I feel that I shouldn't be able to fulfill my duties as a normal wife...... Well, I mean various aspects, I It's really... strange to you."

"It's okay, and there is no need for honorific titles." Nakahara Zhong also raised his hand to touch Rin's head, and froze under her thinking gaze, realizing that she was really handy, but she should still be very unaccustomed to it now, and then He wanted to take it back immediately, but was interrupted by her next voice.

"Okay." Rin blinked, and his voice was as clear as running water, "It's just that I can't accept it to this extent, and... I don't hate Mr. Nakahara, it's a fact."

Zhong Yuan's heart skipped a beat, looking at her clear golden pupils, his brain went blank for a moment, and then he immediately came back to his senses.

There was no friendship in her eyes, but clear and serious, as if she was finishing some homework.

"...It's my fault that I didn't protect you well."

Even in the Central Plains, there are thousands of reasons to explain it, but the result has not changed after all, she still...became what she is now, it's not bad, it's just that he wasn't there when she was in such a crisis.

he is not here.

...Just for this, a huge emotion mixed with pain and guilt will sweep up and overwhelm him.

So Zhongyuan Zhong didn't notice that when he lowered his eyes and inadvertently showed a bit of self-blame and regret, Rin's expression was blank for a moment, and then he raised his hand and pressed it on his heart.

……what.

Why... do I feel this way?

It was as if the message came from the bottom of his heart, telling that it was not his problem.

……

For Rin, the relationship between husband and wife after time travel is definitely one of the most complicated issues in history.

Because... In the final analysis, she didn't think that Zhong Yuanzhong was her other half at all, so she confirmed to him again whether she was "Zhong Yuan Rin"... No surprises, he confirmed it.

Hmm... Although the responsibility has been shirked, but the root problem...

……

In fact, it was resolved quickly.

Rin was taken home by him after he came back from the Central Plains, just like decrypting a secret room, and even this home does not have such a complicated structure that needs to be explored.

After she fumbled for the key, she found a stack of papers in the bedside table in the bedroom—it wasn't too thick, and compared to the amount of practice she had spent for the exam, it was only a drop in the bucket.

But even that is moving.

Every picture, every picture, looks rough and rough, but it must have been filled with the writer's heart.

If the musician's music can resonate with some people, then Rin can really feel "her" thoughts from these paintings.

Of course, the above paintings are Mr. Zhongyuan, all of them are pencil drafts, presumably most of them were drawn after picking up a piece of paper and picking up a pen. It has nothing to do with anything else, just a whim.

So many whims.

Mr. Zhongyuan who was wearing a suit and fell on the bed with a pillow on his head, Mr. Zhongyuan who was wearing a shirt on the balcony and turned his head blankly, and Mr. Zhongyuan who was holding out his hand to her with an unruly smile on the street... From the beginning to the end , all alone.

……

This is her painting.

Undoubtedly, it was hers.

Mr. Nakahara is not wrong, what is wrong is Rin himself who suddenly felt the strange throbbing in his heart while holding the painting.

Obviously she doesn't have that memory, and she obviously doesn't know the content of the painting in her hand... Even so, she is still moved by it.

Rin gently flattened the corner of the paper that she had inadvertently held just now, put it back in the drawer like a treasure, and then locked it as it was—with her heart.

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