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"Are you awake? Take your medicine! ”

Anna Mori handed the pill to the girl.

“……”

Anna Mori didn't get a response, but she wasn't upset because there was no way around it either. Who would have thought that the dignified lady who lived here would be hit on the back of the head with an iron rod, causing her to wake up after a coma for a month and a half, and suddenly find that her legs could not walk, and she couldn't even speak. But it was obviously such a big blow, but this person seemed to be faint.

The owner of this mansion invited famous doctors from all over the world for his granddaughter, from traditional Chinese medicine to Western medicine, and finally snatched her back from the line of death.

When the Western medicine tablets were finished, Chinese medicine was delivered outside the door. The black liquid in the tea bowl is so bitter that you can tell just by smelling it. Only this person drank without blinking an eye.

Anna Mori admires this girl a little.

"Yokoyama."

At the same time as yesterday, there was a young girl in a sailor suit standing outside.

Yokoyama was called, put down the tea bowl, raised his eyes to look at Maeda, and just smiled. The blow to her brain seemed to be hindering some part of her body's function, and she could only speak very short words now.

"Hmm." This meaning, Mori Ana guessed that it was probably "you're here".

Maeda has been at this house for a while, and he has met Yokoyama's domineering grandfather several times. Mr. Yokoyama gets angry every time he sees him, and his granddaughter, who was originally smart and beautiful, actually wants to help her become what she is now.

But probably only two of the parties know what is going on.

Maeda came to her every day at this time, as if the clock had been set in his body, and he couldn't be more accurate.

And each time there is probably only one purpose.

"Can't you just talk to me?"

"Why don't I accompany you to rehabilitation?"

"Yokoyama."

"Don't you want to go back? Xuelan, they all called and asked you. ”

"Ji La, holding the textbook you gave me every day, I don't even want to put it down to sleep."

Anna Mori watched Yokoyama's hand grip on the quilt tighten and tighten.

"Ms. Maeda, Mr. Yokoyama instructed the patient to rest more."

Probably the only person in this world who dares to give Maeda an eviction order is this unknown nurse lady, right? Maeda swallowed back what she wanted to say, and she was about to leave with her hands on the paper door.

"Yokoyama, don't let her down."

Anna Mori saw that scene in the middle of the night. She had been sleeping soundly next door but woke up for some reason. She got dressed next door, but Yokoyama wasn't there. She was startled and was about to look for it, but she heard a voice from the yard.

Push open the paper door and take a look.

In the courtyard with a dry landscape, the white stones reflect the moonlight and exude a cold light. The cherry blossom trees have not yet bloomed, they don't even have buds, and their bare branches stretch upward. There was a man walking with crutches and struggled step by step. If you staggered like that, you could fall down at any moment. The face that had become white and transparent in the moonlight was covered with beads of sweat, but his lips were red.

Mori Ana looked at it like this, and swallowed her voice back as it was.

It was the first time she had gotten up late at night.

It was also the first time she saw Yokoyama practicing walking alone.

Looking at the way she walks now, Anna Mori is almost certain that she has been practicing secretly in the middle of the night for a long time. With no sensation in my legs, it was a challenge to get from the room to the yard. Anna Mori couldn't imagine what kind of perseverance and pain it was.

Some people are categorically proud. The proud are unprecedented, the proud do not squint, the proud do not allow themselves not to be proud. The proud do not even want to show their pain and vulnerability in front of others. Yokoyama is probably such a person.

But the more proud a person is, the more vulnerable he becomes. Pain and weakness have nothing to do with them, but once they do, they are inflicted twice as much on them as ordinary people.

Yokoyama is such a person. Working hard silently and practicing silently, she doesn't need the sympathy and pity of others.

Such people are really strong.

Anna Mori silently closed the door, and she slumped down the door and sat on the ground, covering her face.

She could only cry in her heart, not out loud.

From the first time we met, she fell in love with her.

Obviously very fragile, as if it would be broken at the touch of it, as if it couldn't be without her by her side. But in fact, there is no room for strength at all.

The bowls of bitter medicinal juice, injected again and again, were obviously very painful, but she was always light.

She originally thought it was Yokoyama's strength. In fact, she was wrong, it was obviously an effort made for someone.

That's obsession, it's persistence.

It was too late before she met her.

Who is Yokoyama working hard for, and who is the person who insists on it?

No matter who it was, it must be an existence that was as hard as the wound on the back of Yokoyama's head.

Radical originally wanted to surprise Yokoyama - she got tickets for a stage play that Yokoyama liked and wanted to see from the Kabuki sisters, and she was about to send them to Yokoyama. But she saw that a man in black was bringing a big bag of things to her.

Yokoyama carried the bag, turned around and saw her, and smiled.

"What's wrong?"

"What's that?"

Yokoyama looked down at the bag in his eyes. "Nothing. A gift from Grandpa. ”

"Gifts?"

"Yes, do you want to eat the spicy?"

Arousal glanced at the bag of black bottles that I didn't know what it contained.

"Yokoyama, you haven't told me how your injuries are?"

Yokoyama freed up one hand to hold the spicy. "It's all right. You see where I look like there's something. ”

Ji Ra just squeezed Yokoyama's hand tightly, and the experience of watching her leave made her a little shadowy, and she couldn't wait to be by her side all the time.

The afternoon time is very suitable for a nap, the sun is lazily shining on the spicy body, and she falls asleep against Hengshan unconsciously.

She didn't know that every time she fell asleep, Yokoyama started drinking medicine. The potion was so bitter that she couldn't get used to it even if she drank it many times, but she still insisted on drinking it. After drinking, I grabbed the spicy hand tightly, and it seemed that it was not so bitter.

No matter how hard it is to rehabilitate, no matter how difficult it is to speak fluently like this again, no matter how much bitter medicine you have to drink, as long as you can be by her side, you won't feel any pain at all. After so much pain, she finally, finally returned to this person.

All pain is not pain.

On this day, Yokoyama went out. Radical stayed in the ministry and waited for her. Although the spicy has graduated with honor, Yokoyama is different. Seriously injured and sent back to Kyoto.,So I took a leave of absence.,Replaced by Yokoyama there is no way to graduate from the road Suga Gakuen.。