For she saw that a flash of anger quickly swept over the face of the young girl in front of her. The look of anger was fleeting, but for some reason she was pretty sure it had appeared on the girl's face.

"Why, what's wrong, why are you angry," her voice trembled a little uncontrollably. "Is it because I'm so uncompetitive?"

The young girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head vigorously.

"No, it's not. She said in a very firm tone of assurance.

"Hitomi is a very nice person, you didn't do anything wrong. She said.

"You're going to get better, you're going to get out of here and go where you want to go. ”

Hitomi "yes—yes?"

The young girl nodded vigorously.

"That's what I'm here for. Everybody misses you, and they don't know how happy they would be if they could see you again."

Hitomi felt a little happy.

"yes、yes, who are you?,I'm sorry, I don't even remember them.、But maybe I'll remember when I see you."

The young girl paused slightly, then smiled.

"That's right. She agreed.

"Everyone, it's the people who like Hitomi and want to see Hitomi again more than anyone else. ”

"For Hitomi-san, they're working very hard."

"When they first saw me, their faces were full of disgust, as if they were silently saying to me, what is your better thing than Miss Hitomi. Her tone was a little lighter, and she said jokingly.

Hitomi "yes—yes, I'm causing you trouble?"

The young girl smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"G, yes. So I thought it would be nice if I could bring Hitomi back one day, at least to prove to everyone that I was a reliable person. ”

Hitomi "Thank you, thank you"

She was completely relaxed.

The recuperation life of a long-term illness is indeed a bit boring and torturous. Not being able to see more people for a long time also made her a little timid. But the young girl in front of her has a beautiful quality that can make people trust her and make others feel at ease, Hitomi also unconsciously believes her words, and begins to look forward to the future after her recovery

"By the way, Miss Hitomi, who is the doctor you are talking about, and can I visit him tomorrow?" asked the girl as if nothing had happened.

Hitomi thought for a moment. "He, his surname is Amano, he visits me about two or three times a week to check on how I'm doing but I feel sorry for him, I haven't remembered anything of value once."

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in the young girl's eyes.

"Something valuable," she said thoughtfully, "Well, even if it's something worthless, did it ever appear in Hitomi's mind?"

Hitomi was stunned for a moment, and then, as if embarrassed, lowered her gaze.

"I—I don't think it's worthwhile, so I haven't told anyone about it, and I'm afraid that after everyone hears it, they think there's something wrong with me," she replied with a slurrel.

The young girl looked at her encouragingly and earnestly.

"Whether it's worthless or worthless, I want to hear about it. What Hitomi still has in her mind must have some meaning. She said.

Her tone and attitude are too sincere, and with her position, even if she feels that there is something wrong in her head, it is impossible for it to affect the doctor's examination and treatment of her, or the doctor gives her permission to be discharged, so Hitomi thought about it, and finally exhaled with peace of mind, and whispered, "Do you like haiku"

The young girl was stunned for a moment, and then a faint, nostalgic smile suddenly appeared on her face. The smile softened her countenance, and there was a faint hint of melancholy mixed in it.

"Haiku," she asked softly.

Hitomi nodded.

"The only thing I remember is that it seems to be a thought, because it sounds ridiculous, so I don't think it's valuable."

"There's a phrase in my head. ”

She paused for a moment, finally made up her mind to believe in the friendliness and sincerity of the other party, and then said

"Haiku, it's very important. ”

Young girl

"What haiku is important," she asked slowly, with a thoughtful expression.

Hitomi shook her head.

"I'm sorry, that's all I remember. She replied apologetically.

"It seems a little different from the bits and pieces I used to have in school, but when it comes to haiku, maybe it's something I've learned in school," she reluctantly explained her thoughts and guesses.

"But I can't remember what haiku I learned in school. And I don't remember being interested in haiku, and my most common pastime here is playing the piano. Her gaze shifted to the side, where a cheap electronic keyboard sat against the wall on one side.

Hitomi wanted to think a little more closely, but if she thought a little more, her head hurt sharply almost immediately.

She let out a soft cry and immediately reached out to press her temples on either side, trying to ease the pain.

The young girl by the door seemed taken aback, and when she saw how she staggered and sat unsteadily, she immediately rushed over to help her.

But Hitomi is used to having a headache when she thinks about it a little more. She quickly endured the wave of dizzy pain, shook her hand to indicate that she was fine, but she didn't dare to open her eyes for the time being, because as soon as she opened her eyes, she felt that her head hurt again, and she was dizzy, so she could only lower her head and close her eyes, and her voice became soft and weak.

"I'm sorry, I just remember a little bit, I probably can't get out of here. She whispered, looking a little frustrated.

The young girl stopped. The tip of the small wooden stick she held in her hand shone brightly.

"No, that's enough. She finally said.

"What Hitomi-san has is an amazing memory"

"Someday, you'll get all those memories back. I believe so. ”

Hitomi stared blankly at her.

I don't know how long it took, but Hitomi staggered down from the windowsill with great difficulty and stood on the ground. Halfway through, she declined the young girl's offer to come to her aid, insisted on completing the action herself, and then leaned on the windowsill and then the wall with one hand, rubbed a little by little to the edge of the bed, and sat down.

"Let's go. She whispered.

"There's a surveillance system in the building, and if they find out about you sneaking into here, they'll probably be angry."

But the young girl didn't turn away immediately.

She still stood there, with a thoughtful expression on her face, and suddenly asked as if she had no brains

"What if they show up and what will happen to me?"

Hitomi was a little anxious.

"I don't know, but I'm not going to be happy to entertain you, maybe I'll arrest you and ask how you got here, no, but that's all my guess, and I've never seen anyone run here without permission like you."

She began to be a little incoherent, and finally said anxiously, "Anyway, you go quickly, I just forgot to tell you that this sanatorium is closed, and it is not open to you to visit you, and I am glad that you are willing to come and see me, but it will not be good if you are scolded for my sake."

The young girl curled her lips and smiled.

"Thank you. One last thing. ”

Hitomi looked left and right in a panic and nodded sloppily. It was as if it had only now dawned on her that the young girl had been here so long that she might be exposed, and she became genuinely anxious.

"Okay, okay. Say it."

The girl playfully raised the small wooden stick in her right hand, and the shape looked almost like a magical girl in a fairy tale book. Hitomi's heart couldn't help but feel a kind of envy for her.

"Haiku is very important, have you ever told anyone about it? ”

Hitomi was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and thought hard, then shook her head again.

"No, I don't think so. She said, "I don't know why, but I think it's—it's a kind of scary thing, so I didn't say anything, even if the doctor asked me if I remembered anything, I didn't say it."

The girl's gaze flickered slightly.

"A little terrible," she repeated Hitomi's adjective thoughtfully, and suddenly exhaled a long breath, as if she had come to a conclusion, and slammed her jaw towards Hitomi.

"Hitomi-san, thank you. She said solemnly.

"It's great to see you today. ”

Hitomi was a little shy, and her face was hot, but there was a small flame called Happy in the bottom of her heart, which was dancing softly.

As a result, the happy little flame was extinguished in the next second by the girl's words.

"However, please don't tell anyone what we've talked about and what we've talked about. ”

Hitomi "Eh"

The girl had turned away. Hearing Hitomi's small exclamation, she turned back again.

The moonlight cast a colorful and strange shadow on her pretty countenance. Hitomi looked at her like that, and couldn't help but suddenly feel a little nervous.

"This is the reason why I asked you to protect Miss Hitomi. She said.

pupil of eye

She also wanted to ask the meaning of the girl's unfinished words, but the girl had already strode towards the door without hesitation. In an instant, the girl was no longer in the doorway, only the half-open door that had been the same as when she had suddenly appeared, casting rigid shadows and dark lines on the ground.

Hitomi stared blankly at the door. She didn't know how long it took, but she didn't hear any ominous noises outside the door, as if the girl had left safely without being present.

Hitomi suddenly let out a slow, long sigh.

Then she got up from the bedside, walked to the door, and slowly closed it again silently.

"I'd love to help you, but I don't have that ability anymore. ”

She sighed and looked into the corner of the ceiling.

"You're in luck, if you had come a few days earlier, they hadn't removed the surveillance cameras because I had been doing well for a long time."

She slowly walked back to the bed, groped her way back to sit down, and then lay down very slowly on her side.

The bed was not very big, and when she stretched out her arm, a thin little arm was placed outside the bed, and on that white little arm, there were dense traces of pinholes.

"I'm already a wreck," she asked, whispering to herself, before closing her eyes.

"Tsurumaru Tsurumaru," she squirmed, silently pronouncing the name.

A teardrop poked out of her closed eyelid, slid down her sideburns, and landed on the pillow.

"How surprised you would be to see me like this?"

"But that's all I remember. About you, about that Honmaru, about myself"

"No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of anything more. ”

Her tearful, broken voice was like the deepest sigh.

"I'm useless. ”

"I can only hope that someone else will come to my rescue, and I hope that someone else will find out. ”

"Kiyohara-kun, I can pin my hopes on you."

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