fictional spring

The moment I said this sentence, I realized my abruptness.

And with Mr. Physician's character, he must be unwilling to answer this kind of question.

"Sorry, I made it difficult for you, I was too rude." I tried to restore the current situation, so as to resolve the embarrassing situations that may arise later, "I was just joking, you don't have to take it too seriously... ..."

"Will you marry me...?" Mr. Doctor lowered his head and repeated the question softly.

His voice is not normal.

I raised my face and saw that his expression seemed to be caught in some kind of complicated emotion, and the vertical pupils in his scarlet eyes were dark.My intuition tells me that this expression may not be for me, because he is more like recalling some bad memories.

Could it be because something similar happened in Mr. Doctor's past?

Is my words reminding him of those things, that's why his expression is so ugly?

Logically speaking, I should say something at this time, but when facing Mr. Doctor, my talent will always lose its effect. Before I can figure out how to speak, Mr. Doctor's attention has returned to me.

The way he looked at me earnestly was so different from the usual indifference that I couldn't say a word when I looked at me like that. After I realized it, I was surprised that Mr. Doctor actually gave me an answer.

His expression made people unable to see the joy or anger, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he should be smiling, but the expression in his eyes was not very clear.

The deep voice flowed into my ears, with the softness of the evening wind: "Let's talk about this matter after the Spring Festival next year."

"..."

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time, staring at him blankly.

"Mr. Doctor means..."

I covered my mouth in surprise, stood on tiptoe trying to see his expression more clearly, opened my eyes wide and confirmed again: "Did you promise to spend the next Spring Festival with me?"

The doctor didn't move, and acquiesced to my approach, and the expression on his face didn't change.

Perhaps it was really because everything was so beautiful today, so Mr. Doctor was also infected by this atmosphere, he said things that he would not normally say, and showed an expression that he would not normally appear on.

His smile was shallow, but enough to soften that cold face.

If you don't deny it, then you agree with my answer.He turned his face away to look at the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, and the profile of his profile also reflected the warmth of the fireworks.

A doctor in a black bathrobe, his palms hanging by his side were covered by the wide sleeves, I stared at his sleeves, then tentatively reached out and touched the back of his hand.

A cold touch came from the fingertips, and a pair of red plum-colored eyes looked down at me slightly, but there was no sign of rejection in them.

The slender fingers have distinct knuckles, and they actively climb up my fingers when touched.It's not my illusion, nor is it because of the weather, Mr. Doctor's hands are indeed colder than mine, which has been bedridden all year round.

But holding that hand, standing beside him and looking at the bustling crowd on the street with him, the firelight reflected by the fireworks in the sky fell on me... I think this is already the warmest moment for Mr. Doctor.

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After the fireworks were over, the crowd on the street became thinner, and the people who came out to play gradually left. My parents and servants finally found me standing outside the shop on the street.

Mr. Doctor has already left. When he left, he left his haori to me. Even after wearing it for a long time, there was no warmth left on the large haori—this also made my guess clearer.

Perhaps not human, Mr. Physician.

I once heard maids who worked at home say that there are creatures called "ghosts" in this world. Although their appearance is similar to ordinary people, they are actually cruel monsters that eat human flesh and blood.

Not only that, "ghosts" will neither be killed by ordinary weapons, nor will they grow old. This kind of existence, which is superior to human beings in terms of lifespan and strength, is undoubtedly a huge disaster for human beings.

The maids only told me about it as anecdotes, but it is worth mentioning that at that time, I felt that "ghosts" were real.

And the first time I saw Mr. Doctor, seeing his naked skin, the pupils in his eyes, and the special breath on his body, it was enough to prove that my intuition was not wrong.

My sense of smell has been very keen since I was a child, so I can occasionally smell the faint smell of blood on the doctor's body when he comes to visit.

For doctors, it is quite normal to have this smell, but my intuition tells me that the origin of this bloody smell is different from that of ordinary doctors.

Because sometimes, Mr. Doctor looks at me with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Perhaps Mr. Doctor has long been aware of my speculation about his identity, but just as I knew without saying anything, Mr. Doctor also did not clarify this fact.

Because of this, we can watch beautiful fireworks together like today.

And in my opinion, that's enough.

Standing at the door of the store, my mother touched my face with a pale face, called my name, looked at me nervously from head to toe, and repeatedly asked about my physical condition.

"I'm fine, Mother." I held her hand to reassure her, turned to my father who was also nervous, and explained: "After I got separated from you, I met Mr. Doctor on the street. Before coming here, he has been here with me."

Hearing that father and mother looked at each other and exchanged glances, mother turned her eyes back to me with a complicated expression, and said after a long while: "It's good that you're fine..."

However, no one thought that my well-being was only temporary, probably because I stayed by the river for too long at night, and I fell ill again the night I went back.

Naturally, this is not a good omen, and both father and mother were in a hurry, calling the doctor and asking him to come and have a look.

I can understand their feelings. After all, my health has finally improved, and suddenly I am so seriously ill. It is hard not to remind me of what the doctors said before, "I can't survive the next Spring Festival".

I lay in the bedding, my head was a little dizzy, and I couldn't tell how long it had been.I opened my eyes and saw that the doctor who appeared in front of me again had changed his clothes. He took off his white top hat and handed it to the maid, squatted down and put the medicine box on the tatami.

The doctor reached out and touched my forehead, then turned around and asked the others: "Is this the way you came back from the river?"

I half-opened my eyes and heard the maid say, "It happened after I fell asleep..."

In fact, when we came back from the street, I felt a little hot on my face, but I didn't take it to heart. After I fell asleep, I felt a little thirsty in the middle of the night, so I called the maid to come in, and then I realized that I was running a fever .

After listening to the maid's words, the doctor said: "It should be because of the cold at night, just prescribe some medicine and be more careful next time."

What he said next, I couldn't hear clearly, I only knew that when I woke up the next day, the maid told me that my father and mother seemed to have talked with the doctor alone for a long time last night, and the doctor didn't leave the house until it was getting brighter .

I was a little puzzled: "Does anyone know what they talked about?"

The maid shook her head.

Because I wanted to know what they were talking about, I went to ask my mother, but my mother looked very worried and just told me that it was nothing.

I can sense that she must be hiding something from me.

Maybe... it's my condition again.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor ran out quickly, but my body failed to fully recover. Since I came back, I started to cough from time to time, and even walking became difficult.

The worry on my mother's face was even worse, but I also vaguely noticed a strange change.

She looked at me with a certain emotion that had never appeared before, like struggle and guilt.

I snuggled into her arms and said softly, "Master, are you really hiding something from me?"

Mother's body froze for a moment, she rested her chin on the top of my hair, weeping softly, tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on the top of my head: "I'm sorry...Muzuki."

I didn't feel that my mother was sorry for me. On the contrary, I was the one who was sorry for them.

I was always worried about me because I was in poor health since I was a child.I have to rely on doctors all the year round, and use various drugs to continue my life.And now this one, who is about to get married, but because of my health, it is impossible for me to welcome that day...

"It's me who should say sorry."

I can probably guess what the doctor and his parents said.

I can also vaguely feel that my physical condition has begun to develop in a bad direction again.

The brief recovery in the past few days was like a flashback, and the follow-up illness became more and more rapid. When the doctor came to see me again, he looked at me silently for a long time.

I squeezed out a smile and looked at him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Doctor."

Just like when we first met, this smile almost exhausted my strength, but compared to then, I started to feel a little sad.

Because, "I might..."

"Since you're uncomfortable, don't talk." The doctor interrupted what I was going to say next, and his expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't know what I was going to say next.

I obediently closed my mouth, but my palm protruded from the bedding.

Mr. Doctor's hand was as cold as ever, I couldn't use much strength, but just put my hand on the back of his hand, "I am already very happy to meet you."

When I finished this sentence, the doctor also said, "Do you feel happy just like this?"

I nodded slightly.

Hearing this, he frowned, and asked the question from the first meeting again: "Do you want to live?"

I stared into his eyes and asked softly: "Mr. Doctor always asks me like this, do you want me to live?"