After the resurrection, I send warmth every day

The girl in front of her stood there with a blank expression on her face, her freshly blow-dried hair was relatively fluffy, and it hung docilely behind her ears.

The light cast a dark shadow on the thin bangs on her forehead, and the crow-feather-like eyelashes below were long and slender, trembling from time to time, and there was an unwavering calm in the slightly drooping eyes.

Hibari Kyoya knows Hoshimi Haruka very well.

He even knows her better than herself.

She is stubborn, stubborn, a bit rigid, and what she believes cannot be changed, her thinking jumps to the point that ordinary people can't catch it at all, and she can't hide what's on her mind at all when she speaks straight.

Hoshimi Haruka seldom cries.

At least, in his impression, she was the one who wouldn't cry because of her illness.

It's not because she doesn't feel pain or suffering, but because she's used to it.

Whether it's taking medicine, checking up, or even going into the operating room, in her opinion, it's already a part of her life, as normal as eating and drinking for ordinary people.

She doesn't cry over small daily things like eating, drinking water, etc.

On the contrary, she would feel sad and desperate, even angry, wronged, and cry because of other things that he couldn't understand at all.

For example, the TV series she wanted to watch suddenly broadcast the news, she was suddenly told that the menu had been changed while eating, she had nightmares while sleeping, or the weather forecast said that there would be light rain tomorrow but it did not fall.

For these things that have nothing to do with her at all, she will inexplicably show an expression of grievance.

A long time ago, he couldn't understand her emotions. He didn't even have the word grievance in his memory. It wasn't until she always showed that expression inadvertently that he gradually realized that she was in the mood. not good.

In her words, because of expectations.

She had already learned that the TV series would be broadcast the day before, and she was looking forward to the next episode for a whole day, but at that point in time, she turned on the TV with full of joy, but the TV series was not playing.

Because there was something I wanted to eat, I was looking forward to the lunch that day, but the meal was changed temporarily.

Similarly, she was looking forward to not dreaming every day, and wanted a simple sleep, but when she closed her eyes, nightmares still appeared in front of her eyes.

Because I wanted to see the rain, I was looking forward to it one day in advance, but the next day, the sky was clear.

These subtle emotions that he couldn't understand at all, she was always able to express them vividly and vividly. Later, he understood.

She will feel aggrieved when her hopes fail.

When I was young, Xing Jianyao, who was not living in the hospital every day, could go out for a walk occasionally.

She once met him who was injured at the time, and regardless of her frail body, she dragged him half-back to the hospital. As a result, she accidentally broke herself.

Even so, Hoshimi Haruka, who was only six years old at the time, did not shed a single tear.

Until he woke up and said to her "There is no need to worry about me", she cried in front of him.

She cried very sadly.

But he only thought she was noisy and troublesome.

Hoshimi Haruka is undoubtedly a small herbivorous animal. At first he thought it was like a rabbit, but later he found out that it looked like a cat.

Because when he called her "little animal", she stared at her round starry eyes and grinned at him angrily... Maybe it was a vicious expression in her opinion?

Well, it's just a cat with fried hair.

"Ha-ru-ka!"

"Haruka, from now on, if you want to call me Haruka, in exchange, I will also be called Kyouya, ah no, that's what I seem to call you..."

The young girl stood under the cherry blossom tree, dragging him to read her name every afternoon.

What trouble, this little animal.

In order not to experience the same tormenting afternoon the next day, he chose not to call her by her name.

For two full years since then, he hasn't called her by her name.

Because we are neighbors, we cannot avoid seeing each other every day.

Hoshimi Haruka is a trouble that cannot be shaken off.

Too weak.

Such a weak creature, she is probably the only one in this world.

I always see her walking into the hospital.

Since she went to elementary school, she has been in the hospital more often.

At first, he could still see her every day and hear her annoying voice.

Later, I saw him once a week, and later, a month, two months...

When he saw her on a snow-covered night in the depths of winter, she stood at the door of his room, wrapped up like a penguin, even so, her cheeks and the tip of her nose were flushed from the cold, and her eyes were glowing. Natural fuchsia hands holding a small cake.

Smiling foolishly, she told him, "Gongmi, today is New Year's Eve again, I'll give you a cake!"

Speaking of...

This troublesome little animal seems to be obsessed with these meaningless rituals every year, such as always giving him birthday presents on the festival he casually said to perfuse her, and awkwardly doing it at the summer festival. Stepping on clogs and pulling him to watch the fireworks.

Oh, and be so stupid as to crawl into his room on Christmas Eve, put a present for him by his bedside, and tell him in all seriousness that it was from Santa Claus.

He was standing right behind her, how on earth did she manage to not see him at all?

It was probably because she came here in the snow that night, and her frozen appearance was too pitiful, or because he thought she was too troublesome and wanted her to leave quickly, so he took the cake.

Then, he saw a clean and pure smile.

He couldn't understand the joy that seemed to be overflowing in those light-colored eyes, let alone why she was so obsessed with getting close to him.

After that night, he didn't see Xing Jianyao again for half a year.

Until one time he caught a cold due to changing seasons, and he didn’t recover for several days. He stayed in the hospital for two days. At the door of the operating room, he saw surrounded by doctors and nurses, lying there pale and motionless, as if he had already dead her.

She was pushed quickly past his eyes, and the bloodless face in his mind gradually overlapped with the cold, flushed but clean and warm smile in his memory that night.

He stopped a doctor and asked how she was doing.

Although he didn't understand why he did it.

Soon, he learned all about her condition.

It turned out that she was going to die.

Death... what is it?

Speaking of it, it seems that he hasn't seen Xing Jianyao's mother for a long time.

He knew a lot of things that day, for example, Xing Jianyao's mother died last year, and for example...

The cake she gave him to come here in the wind and snow was not actually New Year's Eve, it was her birthday.

No wonder every year, she invites him to her home on that day.

Of course, he never went there once.

He walked into her ward that night. In the room with no lights on, she opened her eyes under the gentle moonlight, grabbed his hand, and called his name.

then……

In a crying voice that he had never heard before, he said, "I miss you so much."

Xing Jianyao is an emotional person. When he is happy, he is happy, and when he is angry, he is angry. Even when he curses, he is fierce. When he cries, he is even more earth-shattering. He wants the whole world to hear it.

But only that day, the crying he heard was so weak and powerless, as if making such a small sound was already her limit.

"...Don't cry."

When he came back to his senses, his hands had already covered that face, wiping away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't cry, Haru."

You will survive.

It doesn't even matter if it's like before.

No more calling you a troublesome critter.

So get well soon.

That year, he was eight years old.

So is she.

That was the fifth year they had known each other.

Later, she struggled to survive such repeated illnesses and spent a long period of time in the hospital. When he entered junior high school, he suddenly realized...

She has not appeared outside the hospital for several years.

That day he went to see her in his middle school uniform, and she looked at him enviously, saying that she wanted to go to school too.

It wasn't the first time he saw her looking at something enviously. She often looked at the birds flying by outside the window and the children playing downstairs.

But that day, the object she looked at with those eyes was him.

In an instant, his heart was in turmoil, and the strange emotions that he had never had before were like roaring and surging waves, clamoring to submerge his whole body.

He didn't want to drown in that deep sea.

I don't even want her to be like this, unable to do anything, dying in despair without being able to resist.

"I'll take you to school." He heard his own voice, which was eerily calm.

In an instant, the wind was calm and the sea was calm, except for the sparkling waves reflected by the moonlight.

The sunset that evening was like a bonfire at night, and the crimson clouds in the sky were scorching, as if they were going to burn the entire sky, but in the spring of April, he felt that the temperature of the sun was so hot that it could ignite everything.

He sat on the roof as usual, looking at the empty school below.

The difference was that this time, there was a girl in his arms whose long hair was blown tousled by the wind.

And the girl leaned on his heart, almost putting her whole weight on him, her breathing was sickly fast, her eyes were closed tightly.

The year Hoshimi Haruka died, she was 16 years old.

If she is still in school, it should be the first year of high school.

It was a very ordinary day, neither the doctor anxiously informed her that her condition had worsened, nor did she struggle to breathe on the phone, even when he opened the door and walked in, he saw her getting out of bed and walking around.

He hadn't seen her for a walk for a long time.

She can indeed move, but only a few steps, or the body will ring the alarm.

And that night, she asked him to accompany her, walked around the flower bed downstairs in the hospital, and picked a small flower from the flower bed when she was still going upstairs.

That day, he called Liu Dao Mu.

He wanted her to survive, he wanted this girl who desperately wanted to live to realize her wish.

However, it failed.

Her physique is extremely special, completely ineffective for illusion.

He should have thought of it earlier.

She is special.

The absence of her in the world ten years later is enough to prove everything. It is impossible for him ten years later to do nothing and let her die in pain. That Hibari Kyouya must have found Liudao Mukuro.

However, she died anyway.

Maybe he realized this, but he didn't want to admit that he was really helpless and didn't know what to do to keep her alive.

There is no heart in this world that perfectly matches Xing Jianyao's physique. He has searched for so long and done so many heart matches for her, but all failed without exception.

Research on artificial hearts has also failed.

Her body can't even take the risks that come with the next surgery.

It seemed that he could only watch her die in pain.

In fact, he understood that even without a heart attack, her body was beyond imagination, and that heart was just one of the factors that accelerated her death.

Nothing can be done for her.

...he didn't want such an ending.

After lying back on the hospital bed again, she tugged at the hem of his clothes and said that she wanted to hear a story.

He can't tell stories.

He didn't even look at it.

Those so-called fairy tales.

Seeing his hesitation and bewilderment, she took the initiative to stretch out her arms and hugged him, like before, buried her head in his arms, and whispered his name.

It was different from when she used to call his name.

She seemed a little embarrassed, her voice was soft, and the ending sounded a bit like she was being coquettish.

Then, he heard her leaning closer to his ear and asking, "If, if I can survive, can Gongya be with me forever?"

There is a warm breath on the neck, her body temperature has always been higher than his, he should have no hesitation.

I just felt that the skin behind the ear seemed to be burned by the heat sprayed by her breath.

It's a little hot.

He hugged the person in his arms a little tighter, and replied, "Okay."

After an unknown amount of time, he felt the breathing of the girl in his arms, which seemed to have not been heard for a long time.

He who has always been fearless, unexpectedly developed a trace of timidity at that moment.

However, it was only for a moment.

He let go of her, and looked down to see the girl's tightly closed eyes, her unmoving heart, and...the hand that had lost all strength and was dropped to the side.

She won't open her eyes anymore.

A cool breeze blew in through the half-open window and carried away the little flower on the table.

And his star Jianyao.

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The author has something to say:

What Yao said about being together forever is actually very simple, because there is only this one person in her world, and her subconscious mind also feels that she is going to die, and she is afraid of being alone, so she asked that sentence.

18 knew what she meant, but he didn't respond in the same way.