After writing the book, all of Yokohama wanted to hunt me down

"The young man opened his eyes, and there was no memory in his mind.He has no past and cannot see the future. 』

Yuan Xuan made the last stroke.

After finishing writing the story to be sent to Atsushi Nakajima, she found that there was only one piece of paper left, no more, no less, only one, as if it had been specially left behind by some kind of decree in the dark.

Yuan Xuan then wrote a short story on it.

The protagonist of the story is a young man—half of the young man's hair is pink and purple, and the other half is white.One day, somewhere in "this world", he opened his eyes.

There is no memory in the young man's mind, and there is no evidence on his body that can prove himself.As if appearing out of nowhere, he arrived in "this" world.

Because after writing the story of sending Atsushi Nakajima, Yuan Xuan looked at the last piece of paper, and she suddenly felt that this was fate.

She originally wanted to use this piece of paper to write a letter. In the past, she often wrote letters to her brother, but when she was about to write, she hesitated for a moment, and then there was the current story.

At that moment, she thought a lot. She remembered that she lived with her brother in that village when she was a child, and her mother was sewing clothes under the oil lamp.I also remembered that when my mother passed away, my brother hugged her and said "I love you so much".

"I love you, brother. 』

Yuan Xuan has always felt that her brother is her role model, the person she wants to be close to no matter what.

She once experienced the existence of "parallel worlds" in the "Fictitious Spring" event, and many people who knew "Yuan Xuan" in other worlds appeared in front of her.But none of those people was her brother.

Yuan Xuan suddenly thought, is there such a world where there is no "two people" between her and her brother from the very beginning, and there is only one person?If there is such a possibility, then in some world, they must have been born as the same person.

They are part of each other.

With such feelings in mind, Empress Yuan Xuan did not use the last piece of paper to write letters.She decided to use it as a farewell.

Because in this world, the pseudonym "Yuan" that should belong to her brother was used by Yuan Xuan, so in a sense, this is the fusion of her will and her brother.

She wrote a story about it.

The story of a young man who has forgotten everything and is full of blank pages like an unfinished book, looking for the meaning of existence in a new world.

Yuan Xuan finished writing the last piece of paper, and the "book" left by her brother was exhausted.

She put the last piece of paper in an envelope.

The sender is "Yuan Xuan", and the recipient's column is my brother's name.

Yuan Xuan stared at the letter that could never be sent, and she put the letter at the bottom of the drawer.

Yuanxuan and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko went on a trip again, this time to a foreign country, because Yuanxuan said that he wanted to go far away.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko didn't ask her why, but he had a vague feeling that when he looked at Yuan Xuan, he seemed to be able to see her becoming light like a cloud.

It doesn't refer to the actual sense, but refers to human feelings——Yuan Xuan seemed to finally let go of those things that had been pressing on her all the time, making her feel extremely heavy and painful.

So she finally showed her inner smile.

But at the same time, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko also found that she no longer wrote anything.It was one thing that surprised him.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has always felt that writing seems to be a part of Yuanxuan's life. Rather than saying that she writes because she is alive, it is better to say that she lives because she writes.

She seems to have pinned her own life on something in her pen.But Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't bother to expose or question, he just held her hand silently.

When she needed someone to push, he placed his palm lightly on her back.

On the plane returning, Yuan Xuan looked out the window, there was sunlight filling the clouds, and it leaked some dazzling brilliance from the gaps.

Yuan Xuan suddenly remembered the light she saw that day.

She quietly stretched out her hand, wrapped her arms around Shibusawa Ryuhiko's neck, and buried her face in his arms.

She also smelled what she smelled that day.