fictional spring

The Miko-sama who came to stay here is a very strange person.

Although it is rude to say this, it is also my true opinion.

Not to mention other people's opinions, just from my feelings, it's just some trivial things, and I can see a lot of differences.

I will never open the barrier door during the day, and I have never been seen eating. Even the maids who deliver the meals just leave the meals at the door and leave, and wait until the next time they come to deliver the meals , the original tableware was taken away.

Not only that, but several days had passed since arriving in the city, and the witch still stayed in the room every day, as if she had no intention of leaving.

This is obviously a bit different from the "passing by and staying overnight" that I heard that night.

I don't know what my father and mother are thinking, and I don't know what the priestess who stayed behind is thinking, but if you want to ask me what I think about it——

Probably a little happy.

Since I was a child, the maids who have been with me have been cautious about me, and even when they speak loudly in front of me, their expressions will change drastically. The reason seems to be that they are afraid that I will be surprised or upset by it.

Those ordinary things that are easy for ordinary people will become extremely difficult for me. I heard from my mother that when I was young, I even opened the door a little bit because the maid accidentally opened the room when I entered the room. Then, the cold wind that poured in caused me to be seriously ill and have a high fever.

The illness came on so quickly that my father and mother panicked and invited almost all the doctors in the city to stay with me day and night to take care of me.

——And that maid never appeared again.

After that, my father and my mother became more cautious, and my attitude towards the maids became more and more strict.So when facing me, most of the maids are a little scared.

For things like this, I alone know enough, not to mention those that have not reached my ears - even if the maids hate me because of this, it is completely reasonable.

But... there is no one who hates me.

At most, they just don't like me.

On the other hand, there seem to be very few people who like me, even Lizi, the personal maid, treats me only strictly according to her duty.

My father was busy with affairs, so I couldn't notice such a subtle atmosphere, but my mother was aware of it, but she didn't have a solution.

Because she is very clear - the reason why things turned out like this is also related to her.

This recognition made my mother even more painful. Even if she always used a smile to cover up those emotions when she was in front of me, she couldn't cover up the sadness that showed unconsciously from the eyebrows and eyes.

I can understand her mood, and understand what kind of struggle and torture she is enduring, but——

My thoughts are different from my mother's.

I don't think it's sad to be weak and sick since I was a child, and I have long been used to this frail body. For me, not being able to run and jump is not unbearable, and it doesn't matter if I can't live like ordinary people.

It's ok either way, that's what I think.

I can understand my mother's thoughts, but I don't know if she can understand mine.

I really wanted to tell her that she didn't need to worry about me, and she didn't need to feel pain about it, but when my mother came to me with a strong smile, I couldn't say anything.

She doesn't need to hear this.

If I tell her what I think, it will only increase her burden and make my mother, who is already out of breath, even more sad.

All I need to do is cuddle quietly in her arms when my mother comes to visit me and hugs me lovingly.

For her, this is enough.

I hoped that my mother would be more relaxed, so when she was about to lose her strength and couldn't maintain her usual face even just seeing me, I moved to the easternmost courtyard.

After that, as if following some kind of unspoken agreement, I hardly saw anyone other than Lizi, even when it was suitable to go out, I just walked around the yard for a while and never walked out of the yard. .

It doesn't matter if this kind of life continues forever-I really think so.

At least... I was still so sure the moment before that Miko-sama appeared in front of me.

I probably like her.At least I think so myself.

Not only because of the vague sense of familiarity, but also because I have never met anyone like her before.

Every night, after the sun has completely set on the mountain, and there is no trace of sunlight falling on the ground, the priestess will open the barrier door and cast her quiet eyes on my room across the courtyard.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously turned my gaze to the closed barrier door opposite—since Miko-sama came to the city a few nights ago, that door will only open after the sun goes down.

Like me, Miko-sama has never left the gate since she entered this courtyard.

Only at night, the witch will open her barrier. Sometimes she will look at me across the courtyard for a while, waiting for me to pass or come by herself.

Sometimes she seems to just want to open the barrier to get some air, or for other reasons that I don't know,

Although this kind of thing may be a bit strange-it's only a few days since we knew each other clearly, but the degree of my concern for Miko-sama seems a bit unusual.

At certain times, our gazes crossed in the air, and it was clear that no one spoke, but we seemed to be able to feel something inexplicable and inexplicable in the silence.

Occasionally, on rainy days during the day, Miko-sama, who seems to have an aversion to or fear of the sun, would come to my room from the porch, knock lightly on the barrier door and hear my answer before coming out of the house. Come in through the gap that was pushed open.

To be honest, I like that feeling.

And every time this happens, Riko will silently leave the room, leaving a place for Miko-sama and me to be alone.

It is clear that Li Zi often accompanied me in the room in the past, and it was clear that there were only two of them alone, but Li Zi and Miko-sama gave me completely different feelings.

I never cared about anyone as much as I cared about Miko-sama.

Even I was taken aback when this thought crossed my mind.And it was at this time that another person's voice suddenly sounded in front of him——

"You're distracted."

Miko-sama said suddenly.

I was stunned for a moment when I just recovered, and the fingers playing the pipa also stopped, and I smiled and put the pipa down.

"You noticed it," I said softly, "because I suddenly thought of something."

Hearing this, Miko's expression remained unchanged, only her red plum-colored eyes became brighter and brighter under the candlelight, and her black curly long hair hung down on both sides of her cheeks, outlining a bewitching arc at the same time, It also made the already fair skin almost reveal a morbid paleness.

It has to be said that this is an extremely coquettish beauty - even if the expression on her face is always too cold, it will not weaken this glamorous feeling.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that the skin of Miko-sama is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

Because I can't go out all year round, my skin is naturally much whiter than the maid and mother, and because of this, the body temperature is much lower than ordinary people.

But Miko-sama is in good health.

Although it is only my judgment, there are traces to follow. Whether it is from the straight back or the dignified and reserved behavior, it is enough to see that there is nothing wrong with her body.

That's why it feels weird.

Although Miko-sama is in good health, her skin is pale enough to compare to mine—or even worse than mine.

I also touched her fingers inadvertently, and then found that from that thin layer of skin, I couldn't feel half of the temperature at all.

But these are not enough to explain anything, and it will not affect my opinion of her.

I don't know if this sentence aroused Miko-sama's interest from some aspect, she asked, "Is it an interesting thing?"

I thought about it, "It's okay."

For me, it is indeed an interesting thing.

Hearing that Miko-sama stared at me for a while, I thought she would continue to ask me what was going on—after all, she looked really interested.

But in fact, Miko-sama seemed to be able to read something from my expression, and after staring at me for a long time, she didn't continue this topic.

Just as I was thinking about what she was thinking, the miko suddenly picked up the lute I had just put down.

I asked her curiously: "Do you also play the pipa?"

The Miko's expression seemed to change slightly. She plucked the string a few times and said, "Someone taught me a little bit before."

There is no need to ask at all, just look at the expression on her face to understand - the person she is talking about must be the person she once admired.

I couldn't help but start to imagine, what is it like to be admired by the Miko-sama?

Such thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the pipa played at an unknown time, and the Miko-sama who was playing the tune had an expression that had never been softer.

It was as if she was missing something, not only the expression, but also the tune pouring out from her fingertips, was also stained with some unknown yearning.

Obviously, I have never heard this piece of music anywhere before, but at this time, I feel that it is too familiar.

Tears flowed from my eyes uncontrollably, and I even forgot to wipe them away, so that when I came back to my senses, I realized that Miko had finished playing the piece.

She stared at me intently, and suddenly raised her finger—the moment the cold, bodyless finger touched the skin, it took away the temperature from the cheek very forcefully, making me feel more and more that there was a kind of pain from the spine. The chill that rises upwards.

It's very strange, a feeling of wanting to be close and somewhat resisting.

I subconsciously recognized my face, took out a veil from my pocket and wiped away the tears on my cheeks, and asked, "What's the name of this song?"

I don't know if it's my illusion, but at this time, Miko-sama lowered the corners of her mouth again, the smile that was so shallow that it was almost invisible just now, as if it had never appeared before.

Before she had time to think about the reason, the Miko said, "It's getting late, Mutsukihime should rest early."

—— Mutsuki Hime.

She is not the only one who calls me like this, but the words spit out from Miko-sama's mouth can make people feel a sense of uniqueness that is different from other people.

It's as if...these words actually contain some other deep meaning.

Miko-sama clearly said that she has never seen me, but at certain times, when I raised my eyes and looked at her, I could clearly read something unusual from her eyes that I didn't have time to hide.

makes me feel like—

Perhaps we did see a moment that we did not remember.