Hijikata's pupils shrank slightly.

However, he didn't immediately jump up and ask what was wrong, nor did he blurt out strange things like "how did you become a rakshasa."

She blinked. Then, she lifted her eyes, and the red eyes looked straight into his.

"You know why I'm the way I am. She said slowly.

Hijikata's constricted pupils slowly returned to their original shapes. The visual and mental shock of suddenly seeing her turn into a rakshasa in front of him seemed to have passed.

He sighed slightly.

"Of course I do. He finally spoke up.

"Because, the person who made you like this is me. ”

For some reason, when Hijikata said it, there was not even a strong sense of self-blame or regret in his tone, but when Liu Quan heard it in his ears, he felt a surge of tears quickly rush into her eyes.

As soon as her nose soured, her vision was blurred by the mist.

"Mr. Hijikata," she murmured.

When she called it again, her heart suddenly felt a trembling ache.

For a moment, it was as if all the history, reality, truth or illusion of the outside world no longer mattered.

In her eyes, only this person has traveled through history and illusion, gradually emerging from memory, so that he can reappear in front of her, like a dream.

She suddenly lowered her head and took a step forward, erasing the last bit of distance between them in an instant.

The next second, her cheeks pressed against his warm chest, her arms wrapped around his waist like they hugged each other in those memories of a long, long time ago.

He seemed to be stunned by her surprise attack, and his body froze.

However, instead of yelling at her something like "dare to be rude to the deputy chief, the priest is not enlightened, go to seppuku", but hesitated, slowly raised his arms and wrapped them around her shoulders.

Then, with his large warm hand on the back of her head, he gently stroked her short hair, which had a messy end.

"Ahh He replied in a hoarse voice.

"Mr. Hijikata. She called again.

Hijikata's hand stroking the jagged hair at the back of her head paused slightly.

"Ahh He answered again.

Then, suddenly, he felt her arms tighten around her waist, as if she wanted to do everything in her power to break his waist.

This association couldn't help but make him smile bitterly.

Then he leaned his face forward slightly, his left cheek pressed against the top of her hair, and slowly slid down a little, and in the process of sliding his face to the right very naturally, so that when he touched her forehead, it was no longer his cheek that was close to her skin

His lips.

His lips silently pressed against her forehead, ironing heavily.

She seemed to jump in shock, and her body shook slightly.

Hijikata silently curled the corners of his lips and laughed.

Then, he heard her voice, muffled, as if a little aggrieved.

"Where has Mr. Hijikata been hiding for so long?"

That voice that is always full of vitality and confidence now sounds like a layer of weakness, but for some reason it makes people feel a little more pitiful.