There was nothing to say all night, and Tetsuya could see that the girl was in a very low mood and was reluctant to say anything else. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info So there was silence, the sun rose over the sea, and a new day arrived.

As soon as dawn on the second day, something happened in the hospital, and the old man who was sent to the hospital by Masaki Kazumori last night disappeared.

On the road, a red taxi carrying the old man slowly drove towards the beach.

The driver glanced towards his seat and let out an inexplicable sigh.

"This is the second time I've picked you up..."

He was the middle-aged man who appeared in front of Kazemori Masaki last night.

"Do you know these flowers?" casually walking on the beach, girl... Or rather, Otohime's gaze fell on a cluster of pink flowers.

Tetsuya was already able to guess her identity.

"Hmm..." Tetsuya scratched his head, a little unsure of how to answer, squatted down to take a serious look, and finally smiled embarrassedly: "It feels like a pink morning glory..."

Otohime shook his head expressionlessly, and his voice became a little muffled, "This kind of flower is called a sunset flower..."

"I was once told that these wonderful flowers, they will wither after the sun sets..."

Glancing at Otohime in surprise, Tetsuya was slightly puzzled.

However, Otohime shook her head, her white face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and she lifted her foot and stomped the clogs the flower, crushing it under her feet.

Tetsuya was stunned for a moment, and was about to block it, but his gaze was sudden.

She cried...

Tears dripped down her white and flawless face like pearls, falling on the sand, turning into bright pearls.

"I hate this flower... I hate... Hate humans!"

"Why... Why break the promise you once made!"

Looking at the tearful Otohime, Tetsu couldn't help but sigh softly, put his coat on her shoulder, and gently hugged her in his arms.

He didn't speak because Tetsuya didn't know how to speak.

Otohime adjusted her mood and left Tetsuya's arms, her eyes not looking at Tetsuya, as if she was avoiding him, her pace was slightly widened, and she was still walking quietly on the beach.

At this moment, with the sound of tires rubbing against the road at high speed, a red taxi stopped on the road not far away.

An old man with gray hair stepped out of the car and came to the beach in a somewhat dejected state, his steps pausing in front of a cluster of sunset flowers.

This is the old man that Otohime once wanted to kill.

The cloudy vision was filled with tears for some reason, and the old man knelt in front of the sunset flower a little confused and sad, although he still couldn't figure out the reason, but his heart seemed to be filled with an indescribable sense of guilt.

Otohime's delicate brows furrowed, and the emotions that had calmed down seemed to have been detonated, and she quickly turned into a streamer and appeared behind the old man.

Liu frowned slightly, and looked at the confused old man with resentful eyes.

"Why... To open the shells!?"

The old man frowned tightly, as if he wanted to think of something, but there was still a scattered confusion between his eyebrows.

"Why... To open the shells!?"

"Have you forgotten the scars on your palms!?"

The old man raised his palm, and looked at the two sores on the palm with a cloudy gaze, leaving a deep scar.

Some memories that have been forgotten for a hundred years are swept in like a tide.

The warm time, the beautiful Otohime, the stinging palm, the promise made...

Finally, the shell of time that he opened...

"I..."

The sound of bells sounded overhead, and the sound of naughty children laughing also came, and the old man's eyes widened, and his old body ran to the children's side excitedly.

"Yuichi!?"

Hearing the scream, the children turned their heads and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in surprise.

"Aren't you Yuichi!?"

The old man grabbed one of the children excitedly and cried out in ecstasy.

"Where are you going? Take me along, take me along..."

A little boy named Yuichi plucked up his courage and said, "We're going to the beach, and Taro was swept away by the waves..."

"Taro..."

"It's Taro who saved the turtle..."

Do you remember those times?

―"I dreamed of the village where I live..."

"Everyone is worried about me, I want to go back and stay safe..."

―"That... Will you ever come back?"

―"I'll be back, I'll live here!"

―"What is this?"

―"You must not open this shell until you return to the Dragon Palace..."

What is the sound ringing in your ears?

What is the sudden tingling in the palm of the hand?

The old man trembled and looked at the two round scars on his palm... This is the mark left by two sharp thorns pierced into the shell of time, as a testimony to the meeting between the two.

―"It's a promise... Please come back as soon as possible. ”

―"I won't open it, I'll come back, faster than the sunset flowers wither." ”

―"Sunset flowers?"

―"At this time of year, white flowers bloom on the beach, and they fade quickly when the sun sets. ”

―"White flowers..."

―"Yes... You've never seen a sunset flower before. ”

Awakened!

The old Taro suddenly woke up, and at some point, the sky that was supposed to be shining with the sun had already darkened.

It wasn't a dark cloud, but a very short day, as if someone had set the clock back for hours, and the sun had not yet fully dissipated its heat.

Trembling and picking up a sunset flower that was about to wither, Taro's eyes widened.

Myself... What an indescribable mistake was made!

The rest of the sunset flowers were already hanging and withering, but the one in Taro's hand was unusually vigorous, and the original pink was now covered with bright red.

The red, like blood, was dazzling and made people shudder.

Taro looked back, and his cloudy vision shone dimly, and he saw the person standing by the sea.

It was Otohime, dressed in a ruffled white dress like she had at the time, looking out at the dark sea and the tide crashing on the sand. Her white pleated skirt was blown by the sea breeze and her skirt fluttered, like a daughter of the sea, stunning and dusty.

As for Tetsuya on the side, he was instinctively ignored...

"Please... Please forgive me!" The gray-haired Taro finally realized his mistake and pleaded.

Otohime turned his head slowly, looking at him indifferently, but shook his head and said in a cold tone:

"You know what... There is no one left who can forgive you..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and there were no sores in her slender white palm.

"Nope..."

Otohime looked at Taro in disgust, suppressing the anger in her heart, as if she had issued a death sentence.

"The other person who once made a promise to you... My sister..."

"She died the moment you opened the Shell of Time!"