"Yukimura, do you want to go to the duty-free shop together?" Kuranosuke Shiraishi patted Yukimura's shoulder and smiled heartily.

Yukimura held his chin with his hand, and after thinking for a while, he agreed: "Okay, do you want to buy anything from Shiraishi?" ”

"Buy some gifts for your parents, and also gifts for my sister and sister Yukari," as if thinking of something, Shiraishi smiled bitterly, "If I don't bring anything to them when I go back, Yukari will definitely make trouble with me, and my sister probably won't let me go." ”

"Hehe, Shiraishi gets along well with his sister and sister, and I'm really envious."

"Doesn't your sister often call you, Yukimura?" Shiraishi smiled. Because the two are roommates, they naturally know something about each other's lives.

"It doesn't feel the same." Yukimura raised an eyebrow.

"It's different just because Yukimura doesn't have a sister, if you have a sister, I guess you won't envy me, I'm always being squeezed by her at home." Shiraishi shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless.

"Poof, you can see it." Yukimura burst out laughing, Shiraishi looks like a good old man, and it is estimated that he is definitely the one who lives at the bottom at home.

"Yukimura, has anyone told you that you have good mending skills?" Shiraishi shook his head and sighed.

Yukimura was noncommittal, and he still had an impeccable smile on the surface, but his heart sank because of Shiraishi's unintentional words.

If she was still around, would she ask him what he wanted?

"Yukimura, how about helping to see this dress?" Shiraishi was holding two dresses of different styles and seemed to be in distress.

Yukimura raised his eyes, and on the left was a floral pattern dress, which looked youthful and lively, while on the right was a white background colorful flower dress, calm and bright. He remembered that Shiraishi's sister had already worked, but was relatively lively. As a roommate, he didn't see Shiraishi looking entangled every time he answered the phone.

"The one on the left." Yukimura said thoughtfully.

While helping Baishi choose clothes, he couldn't help but think, if it was her, which one would look good in it?

Since they didn't go out early, the two went to eat after visiting the duty-free shop, and when they came out of the restaurant, it was close to the best time to go to bed.

Yukimura and Shiraishi took a taxi back to the hotel with heavy bags. Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Yukimura gave his address in fluent English and didn't speak again.

He leaned against the back and turned his head to look out the window. The orange street lamps emit a warm glow that illuminates the entire street. The lights on the high-rise buildings flickered, and the huge screens flashed by.

At this moment, the radio in the car is broadcasting an emotional column, the radio host's magnetic voice, stirred by the current like warm honey, a nice and gentle male voice, brushing away the boredom, so that the tired heart of the day gradually calmed down.

After returning to the hotel, packing up and washing, Yukimura realized that it was already early in the morning. Lying in bed, he tossed and turned, but he couldn't sleep. He suddenly remembered the radio station he heard in the car, so he tuned to that channel with his mobile phone, and with the idea of practicing his listening, he planned to listen to it and see if he could understand all the words.

At this time, it was a midnight emotional column, and Yukimura wore headphones and listened quietly while lying on the bed.

An audience member cried about her husband's cheating, and the host gently comforted her with that nice voice. Then someone told about his quarrel with his girlfriend, or the unsuccessful confession of his crush...... The moderator always tactfully proposes his own solution, albeit in a gentle tone, but every sentence is to the point.

As time passed, and gradually fewer and fewer calls came in, and the host smiled and said, "It's a little late today, so we'll take the last spot." ”

Maybe it's in a foreign country where you don't know you well, or maybe it's in the dead of night, and you don't have to worry about someone you know discovering your little secret. Perhaps the gentle male voice of the host has the ability to bewitch, and Yukimura called the hotline by mistake.

The last call may not necessarily be his turn.

He thought so, but he didn't expect the phone to be answered in the next second.

"Oh, dear last guest, do you have any emotional questions?"

Yukimura was stunned, and the host's gentle question came to his ears, thinking of the long period of depression, and the happy look of his companion Shiraishi when he mentioned his sister today, he couldn't help but confide in his heart: "I have a sister, but only I can see her, we grew up together since childhood......"

The host, who has experienced a lot of battles in emotional issues, obviously has never heard such a bizarre story, and after Yukimura finished speaking, he was silent for a while before he spoke: "Ahem, this is really an amazing and moving story. ”

Halfway through listening to him, before he could finish speaking, Yukimura hung up the phone in a huff.

Outside the window, the lights flow in the room, dappled light and shadow, flickering and flickering. He lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of what the host had just said, and a feeling of annoyance welled up in his heart.

"Maybe you're stressed, but your sister is the best side of your heart and will always be there when you need it. She may have been a phantom born out of your loneliness......"

It's not like he's not unheard of these rhetoric, it's from his psychiatrist.

He flipped open the lid of his phone and saw a read letter lying quietly in the text box.

"Next time we meet, contact me when you return home." ――BY。

"Yukimura-kun?" A puzzled female voice pulled Yukimura back to reality from his memories, and he raised his eyes to see Nanaya looking at him with his head tilted.

"Sorry, distracted." Yukimura said slightly apologetically.

For some reason, he remembered the last night of representing the national team to participate in a foreign competition, and the emotional phone call in the early morning in a foreign country will probably never be forgotten in his life.

"How did Asahi-san know?" Yukimura calmed down and was puzzled.

Qiye glanced at him faintly and breathed a sigh of relief: "Because he is also my attending doctor." ”

Seeing Yukimura's surprised gaze, she continued, "Did he also tell you about the so-called 'illusion'?" Or something like 'Memories are sometimes just curses rather than blessings.'" ”

"The former has been, but not the latter," Yukimura paused, "It seems that our treatment direction is different, and he didn't make me forget about it, but tried to convince me that this qiē was just a fantasy of me with dual personality disorder." ”

It is like two souls living in one body, and the two personalities in the dual personality are both stable and well-developed, with their own modes of thinking and memory.

The doctor said that the so-called sister in his mouth was just another personality derived from the loneliness and fragility in his heart, and with his own fantasies, it gradually became a substance in his eyes.

"Are you sure every time you see her, it's when you're very conscious?"

This simple question made him ponder. He couldn't help but remember the first time he saw her when he was half-asleep, and the next day his mother told him that he had sleepwalked last night.

He didn't like to do things "she" stepped forward to help him with it. He longs for someone to understand him, so he connects with "her" and understands what the other person is thinking without words. He longs for someone to accompany him when he is lonely, so "she" always shows up when he is lonely.

He couldn't refute the words of others, because after all, he was the only one who could see her. Facing the other party's categorical gaze, he lowered his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but waver.

Is this a real being, or is it just a utopia built up by his own inner world?

It is said that the darkness before dawn is the most desperate, and his current state is like waiting for the sun to rise in the darkness where he can't see his fingers.

But before the sun could show the horizon, he felt that he was not alone in this darkness. The man was emitting a faint glow, which was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

And this companion was standing in front of him at this time, and said to him softly: "You are definitely not a dual personality. ”

"Why is Asahi-san so sure?" Even if his heart is a mess, his surface is not light, revealing a large area of dazedness.

"Dual personality, probably the kind of storage that comforts you gently one second, and pokes your sore spot sharply the next second."

Nanaya breathed a sigh of relief, and although her words were still faint, Yukimura could hear that her tone was completely different from before. Seems to be tainted with some resentment?

He looked at her playfully, a little curious about the other party's rarely revealed look: "Asahata-san has encountered it?" ”

She must have realized that she had made the situation so clear, not in general terms or terms.

"Probably, so I'm glad Yukimura-kun isn't." Nanaya pursed his lips, obviously unwilling to continue the topic.

Yukimura chuckled: "Okay, just now you said that you thought of a solution, can you elaborate on it?" ”

"Well, I've been thinking a lot these days, and we have to sort out a lot of things first, such as when she will show up, and why she will leave." Nanaya nodded, then pulled out a black notebook from his bag.

According to Yukimura, his sister always showed up when he needed it. For example, when you are unwilling to do your homework, Qiye said that she has absolutely no envy, jealousy and hatred for this point.

However, since that goodbye, she has disappeared without a trace. Even how much Yukimura longed for her appearance no longer worked. Everything has a cause and effect, and my sister's sudden departure must have her own reasons.

"I think Yukimura-kun should be very clear about the reason for leaving." Nanaya paused, glancing at the words in her notebook, which she had copied from an ancient book that Yukimura had lent her. (Please support genuine for the rest of the content)