Quanzai Cone

Unable to afford the soaring unconventional strength, the body unsurprisingly began to seriously ill.Intermittent high fever, nausea, coughing... kept me lying down from the beginning of March to the end of March.

Although Zhijun's ability can temporarily take effect and suppress the awakened "mind reading", it cannot completely block the side effects.Rather, this side effect is a symptom of the body's response to adapting to the abnormal force. Forcibly relieving it for a while is useless except to slow down the adaptation process and intensify the rebound.

After realizing this, Zhijun didn't dare to touch me directly again.

Because of my drowsy consciousness, I lay in bed for most of the day, half asleep and half awake. Occasionally when I woke up, I could always see Zhijun sitting by the bed and reading a book.

I asked him in a daze: "Stay with me all the time, is the outside matter okay?"

Zhijun would only smile and reply, "It doesn't matter. Miss Guang is more important."

With anxiety and trust, I fell asleep again.

After tossing like this until April was approaching, my body finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it no longer looked like it was going to collapse at any time.

It was already late at night when I suddenly woke up, and I didn't know if it had passed zero.The wall lamp was turned on in the dormitory, and the warm light was maintained at a brightness that was just enough to clearly illuminate the furnishings without being glaring. The gauze curtain covered the moonlight outside the window. The person standing by the window.

I was breathing hard, and my constantly moving eyelashes swept across the peaceful scene, and suddenly I couldn't remember what night it was.

Gently caressing his sweaty forehead with one hand, Zhijun who came to him at some point sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at me: "Is it better?"

In order to prevent the ability from taking effect, he still wore white gloves, probably with a different style, the fabric was much softer, and when he brushed his eyebrows, it seemed like a cloud passed by.

I calmed down and shook my face buried in the quilt: "Yeah."

I haven't spoken for a long time, my voice is hoarse, and I can't help coughing a few times.

The next moment, a glass of water stopped in front of me.

Zhijun held out his hand to me: "Can you get up?"

I tried it and honestly shook my head.So he reached out to help me up, and while supporting my body, he brought the glass to my mouth.

I sipped half a glass of water in small sips, turned my face away and signaled no more.

Zhijun put the quilt back on the bedside table, and brushed my messy long hair with his hands on his back, straightening out the tangled parts little by little.Leaning half in his arms, I looked at the window he was leaning on before, the moonlight filtered through the gauze curtain and was mixed with the light, only a faint light shone around the curtain, just reflecting the books on the table in front of the window .

"The Kindness of the Couple" lies quietly under the moonlight, full of traces of time.

"That's..." I murmured.

Zhijun glanced at me: "It's a novel sent by Miss Guang."

Speaking of which, I have seen Zhijun not letting go of the book in the surveillance before... Is it really so attractive?I may not be suitable for this kind of work, and I will soon forget it after reading it...

"It's not all because of the story," Zhijun raised the corners of his mouth and explained lightly, "I didn't need "mind reading skills" to see through my thoughts immediately, "I read it a few more times because it was about 'friends'."

That smile didn't look happy, but rather sad.

I didn't want the atmosphere to become heavy, so I changed the topic: "What was Zhijun busy with a few days ago? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Zhijun, who was caught in some kind of thoughts, answered me after a while, his tone was calm and casual as always.

"In order to take Miss Guang out of this island, I made some preparations."

"Hmm...huh?" I took a while to react, "Outlying island?"

Although life on the island is not bad, I have no intention of continuing to work for Xihaipu. Of course, getting rid of control of the outlying islands is the top priority.But, how should I put it, Zhijun, who is like a fish in water on the island, started to plan silently long before I proposed this idea——

I was speechless for a while before I recovered my voice: "...After leaving the island, what does Zhijun want to do?"

Zhijun and I have not talked about future arrangements.

Even though it has been three months since they officially became lovers, the time they really met and got along was so short that they couldn't think of discussing the future.Suddenly realizing this at this moment, I can't help but get nervous.

"Well, if I have a chance, I want to go back to Yokohama. Ah, did I tell you, Zhi-kun? I'm from Yokohama! Later, due to various reasons, I left my hometown and came to the island... "I always feel that I don't need to explain this to Zhijun, and I don't know how to tell the messy past, so I struggled to briefly mention a few words and asked, "Where is Zhijun?"

Not confused by my rambling words, Zhijun nodded gently.

"I know it all," he said, "I'm from Yokohama, too."

I looked up at him, and a picture flashed in the back of my mind.The Umbrella Building with dead bodies everywhere, the night view of Yokohama outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Zhijun standing in front of the window... It was the time when the supernatural conflict fell into memory together.

When I finally remembered which memory I entered, I froze at first, and then let go in frustration.

——Why is such a terrible picture being seen by Zhijun!

Now I can't even imagine what kind of image I am in Zhijun's heart. My cheeks are hotter than when I had a high fever, so I hurriedly raised my voice: "Yoko, Yokohama? I don't remember seeing Zhijun!"

To put it bluntly, the biggest mafia in Yokohama is Umbrella, and I have brought it down with my own hands; even if I haven’t seen the leaders of other big and small forces, I have at least read the materials... If there is Zhijun among them If so, I will never forget it.

"It's Yokohama in another world." Zhijun added calmly.

...surprised too many times, I don't know why I feel a little numb.

I agreed dryly.

"It turned out to be a different world."

Zhijun, who couldn't help laughing, patted my head lightly, and naturally brought up "The Good Wife" that we hadn't talked about just now: "Do you want to hear a story about that book?"

I quietly buried my face into his shoulder and nodded slightly.

Zhijun seemed to lower his head, put his bandaged neck against my hair, and spoke slowly.

The "book", the source of the world that I got by accident, the memory inherited from the "self" in the world outside the "book", the friend who has lost but still has not yet... In order to protect the only Oda Sakunosuke who is still alive, he writes a novel Osamu Dazai, who became the mafia leader and came to the final stage of the plan, jumped from the top of the headquarters building.

His language is concise and indifferent, as if talking about other people's sorrows and joys, and he summed up his own life in just a few paragraphs.

The needless shyness completely stopped, I unconsciously grabbed the hem of Zhijun's clothes, fell silent for a moment, then let go and hugged him tightly.

Compassion and love are intertwined, boiling in my chest.

Tears welled up in my eyes, I propped up my body without saying a word, raised my face and approached Zhijun quietly with downcast eyes——crossing the last distance, my lips stuck together.

My fingertips rested gently on the tip of his hair, and the next second, the two of them fell into the mattress together.

Bitter tears burst on our tongues.