I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

Is that the voice of God?

Sakura didn't know, but God seemed to want her to eat this thing.

Some resisted, because this thing that grew like a pine cone was not a meal made by my mother, let alone the bread that Britney's sister gave her, or even Lan's canned cat food.

Lan, this is the cat's name.

It was a birthday present she prepared for herself.

Lan was the cat she picked up, but because it happened to be her birthday that day, she regarded Lan as her own birthday present.

Britney's sister also prepared a gift for her that day.

It's a huge cake!

It's just that the mother doesn't seem to like sister Britney very much.

That day she wanted to let sister Britney stay with her for the night, but was rejected by her mother.

Want...to eat?

His mind returned to what looked like a pine cone in front of him.

The voice of God was still there, telling her to eat the "pine cones" in front of her.

so noisy...

But is this really edible?

Shall I wash it first?

In an abandoned park.

And the rusty water pipe was forcefully opened, and the clean water flowed out slowly from the water pipe, and then slipped down, washing the "pine cones" below.

The tender little hands gently rubbed the "pine cone" in front of her, feeling the coolness from the water, Sakura couldn't help showing a smile on her face.

Lan has already hid in a tree.

Because Lan doesn't like to touch the water.

So every time I bathe Lan, I always make a mess around me.

Sometimes she couldn't help wondering whether to throw Lan away.

Because it is troublesome to bathe the cat, she doesn't like it.

But when Lan is well-behaved, it feels very comfortable to hold her in her arms.

She likes the softness, especially the touch.

So wait a little longer.

Closed water pipes.

Sakura didn't know how long it could be used here.

However, I heard from my mother that this park has been abandoned for a long time. At the beginning, some people wanted to rebuild it and make it a place for children to play.

But one night, with a gunshot, that man with ambition just lost his life

So.... life is really fragile.

Mother, will she...will die too?

270, the big sister of the bakery

Lan died.

How it died.

The little cat who likes to run around was killed by a stray bullet.

When Sakura found her, her white hair was already covered with blood and mud.

There are still a few messy footprints on Lan's body.

"cherry?"

Aponia looked at the child squatting in front of the mound with some concern.

Buried in the mound was the kitten's body.

"I'm fine, Mother."

Sakura stood up.

The familiar smile reappeared on that cute little face.

"Life is always fragile, isn't it?"

"cherry....."

Albania didn't know how to answer.

She didn't want Sakura to be sad because of Lan's departure.

But the kid didn't seem to care. "Okay, my lord, I want to go out and play."

Although he said so, he hugged Sister Alponia's legs tightly.

Alponia smiled slightly, with a bit of helplessness in the smile.

She bent down and picked up her lovely child.

"Where do you want to go?"

"It will be all right."

Sakura buried herself in her mother's chest, raised her arms and hugged Aponia's neck vigorously.

"Suddenly I feel a little hungry."

"Then let's eat something before we go."

Alponia's fair and pretty face flushed slightly, and it happened to be full everywhere.

The feeling of swelling was so obvious to her.

...............................................

half year later.

There are far fewer children in nursing homes.

Many children came to the nursing home half a year ago, and many children left the nursing home half a year later.

Some were adopted, while others found their own jobs.

On Twilight Street, the law exists.

It's just that the existence of the law is like the signboard in front of Britney's Bakery. You never know how many breads will be limited to today in the next moment.

So it is not difficult for children to find a job.

It's just that children who leave are rarely returning to nursing homes.

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8 has died.

Just like Lan.

ugly out of this world.

Half a year ago, the small mounds still looked so obvious.

And now, half a year later, the small mound has disappeared and turned into flat ground.

But that child would stay there for a while every day, and then leave without looking back.

In the warm bakery, the aroma of bread mixed with a touch of heat creates a different atmosphere.

Thick gloves wrap delicate palms.

Looking at the bread that was about to be finished in the oven, the beautiful and mature girl couldn't help but smile.

The bell rang, and it was the arrival of the guests.

And not just regular guests.

Seeing the little guy climbing up the chair in front of the counter, Britney couldn't help showing a sweet smile on her face.

"The little guy is here again."

"Ok!"

Sakura nodded her head vigorously, showing a cute smile.

"Sister Britney! What is today's bread!"

The bakery is not far from the nursing home, but only a few steps away.

Although my mother doesn't like sister Britney very much, she likes sister Britney.

Because sister Britney will give her delicious bread, and she will also send delicious bread to the children in the nursing home.

"It's a lobster seafood pie!"

Britney said happily;

"This time, sister, I specially prepared it for you, Sakura."

Because she was a child, Britney put a small word on Sakura's face.

In her opinion, just one Sakura is too monotonous.

Sakura is much better.

But until now, she still can't quite understand why the child's guardian, the Aponia nun who looks very difficult to get along with, gave Sakura the name "Musakura".

Although it's not that it sounds bad, it's just named Mu Ying, but it doesn't use this name. Wouldn't it sound strange to just call a single Sakura?

At least she didn't quite understand it.

And Sakura is much better!

"Is it really a lobster seafood pie!"

There was light in the little guy's beautiful eyes.

"Of course, my sister prepared this specially for you!"

Britney smiled slightly, and then the sound of the oven sounded behind her. "It's just right."

She turned around and took out the bread from the oven with her heavy gloved hands.

A whole plate, a total of twelve.

"Because it's just finished, so I have to wait a bit."

Britney put the fat man aside to cool down, then took off the heavy gloves in her hands, and looked at the little guy in front of the counter.

"Before that, Sakura, you should watch TV for a while."

"Uh-huh!"

The little guy nodded his head obediently, and Britney couldn't help but moved forward and gently pinched the little guy's pudding-like cheeks with his own hand because of his cute appearance.

Perhaps no pudding has such a soft bounce!

That nun lady is really lucky to be able to find such a lovely child.

How good would it be if I was the one who picked up the child Sakura?

Although I thought so.

But Britney knew that was unlikely.

At that time, she herself was in a mess, and it was impossible to take care of a child like Sakura.

Looking at Sakura and the child's overly cute smile, Britney couldn't help but have a fantasy in her heart.

It would be great if I could have a cute child like Sakura.