winter cloud

The sun is still so glaring, it's getting to the point where Kong Yin finds it annoying, but she didn't feel it at all before. This is probably what my sister often said that everything is good or bad depends on your own mood.

Watching the sun shining on the leaves and casting shadows on the ground intently, she still heard footsteps coming from far and near. Although the people who came came deliberately walked lightly, she could still hear them clearly.

However, it was not Chizuru's voice, but another voice that was different from her sister's and reassuring.

After hesitating for a while, Kong Yin's legs made a choice first, but someone grabbed his arm the moment he was about to escape.

"Where are you going? Qianzuru is very worried about you." Hirasuke's voice sounded behind him, the warmth from his sleeve stagnated on his arm, and the irregular beating from his heart caused Sora to cover it instinctively chest.

what happened?The heart rate is fast but there is no pain at all...

"What's wrong? Still uncomfortable?"

Oops!The heart beats faster again!

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Kong Yin withdrew his arm stiffly and sat back to his original position, apologizing for some reason.

Hirasuke put down his hand for some unknown reason, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss, scratching his head, and sat next to Kong Yin: "Well, although I don't know why...what are you afraid of?"

Kong Yin's pupils widened in an instant, and a sense of uneasiness that had been seen through spread in his heart: "No, I..." He wanted to explain something, but suddenly realized that he had been a representative of serious lack of words since before.

The fist tightened a bit, the sun's rays unscrupulously sprinkled on the ground, but Kong Yin felt his hands and feet were cold.

"Are you..." The hands were wrapped, and then the body was pulled into a wide embrace, "...from..."

His cheeks were pressed tightly against his warm chest, and Kong Yin instinctively shrank in, feeling less cold.

Fujido Heisuke didn't know why he suddenly pulled the girl into his arms, it was just because he felt distressed when he saw her hugged into a ball, and wanted to comfort her, and then... his body moved by itself.

However, since you've already done this, let's just console him to the end.

"It's okay." Hirasuke's voice sounded above his head, and Soran wanted to raise his head, but a hand was pressed against the back of his head with moderate force, "Don't say something like 'it can't be cured' or something frustrating. If so, there will always be a way.”

No, what she was afraid of wasn't this... she didn't know when she would die, she had realized it a long time ago, but...

By the way, she was afraid that her own existence would be worthless, she was afraid that she would just keep causing trouble to her sister, and she was also afraid... that her sister didn't need her and would forget herself one day.

"Qianhe needs you." The power in the back of his head suddenly increased, "Not only Qianhe, but also many people need you."

"As long as you are alive, your existence is meaningful, so..."

--do not be afraid.

The gentle tone made Sora's tears burst instantly, and she felt her heart beating faster again, but the tears couldn't stop soaking the cloth on Hirasuke's chest.

Feeling a chill in the chest, the girl's body also began to tremble. It was the first time that Hirasuke saw a girl crying. He was at a loss for a few seconds, so he let go of his arms, and wiped her face unskillfully. tears.

"Well, don't cry..."

There was a gentle touch on the cheek, and Soran couldn't help but grabbed Hirasuke's fingers, and the corners of his eyes that were still full of tears were bent, and his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't put together a complete sentence.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she finally stopped shedding tears, Hirasuke also let Kong Yin grab his fingers.

The girl shook her head.

"Thank you...thank you..." Sora slammed into Hirasuke's chest again, clutching his fingers tightly, murmuring the word "thank you" continuously.

Warmth, I don't want to lose it anymore, let her feel it for a while longer.

"Yeah, yeah, it's such a good relationship." A joking voice came from the side, and Sorane turned around to see Okita looking at him with a big smile on his face, while Qianzuru who was standing behind him was twitching stiffly. With the corner of his mouth pursed, he waved his hand at her.

"Wow!" Hirasuke yelled in surprise, hurriedly pushed the girl away from his arms, and turned his head away with a flushed face.

"Hey, Hirasuke, it's impolite to keep girls waiting, when are you going to confess?" Okita cast a teasing glance at Kong Yin, who still held on to the corner of Hirasuke's clothes even if he was pushed away, "Little Chizuru won't mind yes, right?"

Qianhe's expression was unnatural for a few seconds, and he staggered back a few times: "Ah...hehe."

Hirasuke's face burned even more.

"Confession...?" The empty tone girl didn't seem to understand the situation, she tugged at the corner of Heisuke's clothes in confusion, but she didn't get an answer, so she turned her gaze to Okita, who asked the question, "Confession, what do you mean? "

……"ha?"

Okita and Chizuru showed expressions of being struck by lightning at the same time, girl, what are you going to do!This is common sense! Common sense!

Even Qianhe couldn't help stretching out his right hand to touch his forehead—is there something wrong with her education or something wrong with her education?No problem with her education at all!

Seeing that Okita didn't have the slightest intention of answering, Sora turned his attention to Qianzuru for help.

Knowing that her younger sister's "hungry for knowledge" has always been strong, Qianhe had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak, trying to outline the abstract concept of "confession" with relatively simple and easy-to-understand vocabulary.

"Well, it's probably to say what you like in your heart to the person you like, like 'I like you'... something like that."

Sora nodded half-understood, looked at Hirasuke who turned his head around and Qianzuru who was confused, and said slowly: "Then, I like Hirasuke."

"Is that what Mr. Okita meant just now?"

Chizuru is silent, Mr. Okita is actually just teasing you, really, Sora, you are too serious.

Just when he was about to say something more, Okita suddenly beat his chest and coughed violently, then frowned, gently pushed Qianzuru's hand away, turned around and walked towards the room under her worried eyes.

"Well, please wait a moment, Mr. Okita!" Chizuru withdrew his hand helplessly and shouted anxiously.

Mr. Okita...are you sick?Sensitively aware that Qianzuru was going to catch up, Kongyin stretched out his left hand to grab Qianzuru's arm, but it was still a step too late, Qianzuru's clothes brushed his fingertips away, Kongyin opened his mouth, but nothing happened. Did not say.

Not knowing what to say, she never knew what to do when trying to keep someone else.

The tears that had been suffocated with great difficulty had the urge to burst out again.

The right hand was habitually tightened, but when the palm of the hand came into contact with the rough fabric, it was suddenly startled—by the way, there were people... and there were people beside her.

As if grasping at the last straw, Sora slapped Hirasuke hard, until he turned his head helplessly, then smiled with satisfaction, put his hands on his shoulders, and tiptoed to try to look at him.

"Well, Sorane, you just said..." Hirasuke still avoided Sorane's sight unnaturally, but he couldn't help but want to speak to confirm whether it was his auditory hallucination just now.

Then he heard the girl say "I like him" in an immature but serious voice.

The red cloud on his cheeks has not completely faded, and he has turned his head away and refused to speak just now, but, the genius knows, in his heart, in fact——

——I'm really happy.

"Sora tone, that, I..." His hands quickly pressed the girl's shoulders, Hirasuke's voice was stammering, but he couldn't make out a complete sentence.

The boy Hirasuke, who had no experience in confession, was troubled in his heart: The bastard just wanted to confess!

At this time, Kong Yin tilted his head, and curled the corners of his mouth cutely: "Well, I like my sister too."

"And father, and..." The girl frowned in embarrassment. After talking about two people, she couldn't think of anyone else she could "like".

Hirasuke's movements froze for an instant, and he wanted to let go of his hands in frustration—but was caught by Soran in the next second.

"However, that's different. Sure enough, Hirasuke's 'like' is the most special."

One sentence instantly revived Hirasuke's eyes: "Then..."

The girl slammed into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, rubbed her hairy head against his chest, then looked up at Hirasuke who was still a little dazed: "I like you, I like you... I like you. "She repeated it many times, because she could feel a tremor in the boy's arms hanging by his side.

Kong Yin saw the boy raise his arms, felt the brown hair being gently stroked, and the hand on her waist also exuded warmth.

"Well, I like you too."

Until the two finally achieved a positive result, Fujido Heisuke once again recalled the scene when he confessed, and he finally realized that he, who was only focused on uttering the words of confession, was severely cheated by the girl.

That guy actually knows everything.