"Then we'll go!"

"Goodbye!"

"Well, goodbye, Brother Ito, Sena-sani Kiyoura!"

By the time we left, the sun had already set halfway, and it would be dark in a short time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info received an invitation to stay for dinner, but I declined.

Holding the hand of the moment, we waited quietly in front of the stop sign. After about a few minutes, we were thankfully waiting for the last bus home.

In the car, he leaned on my shoulder and fell asleep unconsciously. Probably really tired, she slept deeply and seemed defenseless. She whispered a little while she was asleep, and I listened, "Ito, I'll always be by your side, don't show that sad face again......"

But she was shouting in her dreams!

I heard it in my dreams, and I already knew it outside my dreams.

- I promise you that I will never show such a sad face again.

Holding her, I hope that my body can warm her, but whether it is body or heart, the person who is actually warmed is me!

Looking out the window at the receding night scene, I shook my head gently. Bright neon lights illuminate the avenues, and pedestrians are enjoying a different kind of exciting nightlife, smiling and singing - it's so noisy.

Pulling my eyes back from the window, I glanced casually ahead, about two rows from where I was, where a man and a woman sit. The woman also fell asleep on the man's shoulder as if in an instant, and the man looked at her with a gentle and loving face, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he had made up some kind of determination.

I withdrew my gaze and stopped looking at him. I was also a little tired after a day of playing, so I closed my eyes and planned to give myself a break before getting out of the car.

When I was about to get out of the car, I opened my eyes and woke up for a moment. He took her hand and got out of the car under the man's gaze. I found a fast food restaurant, had a meal first, and then went straight home. Today we are all tired and have no extra energy to go to the next night market.

Although I had already soaked in the hot springs when I was in the mountains of Kiririyama, when I got home, I took a simple bath together and went back to our respective rooms to sleep.

The first night of our official cohabitation passed so quietly!

The clouds obscured the moonlight, and it was already time to fall asleep. At night, a young girl stood in front of a humble lonely grave and wept bitterly. Tired of crying, she didn't care about the dust on the ground, and just sat down.

It's just that the voice stopped, because the voice was hoarse.

The girl stared silently at the "bloodstains" carved on the tombstone, and couldn't help but feel sad, and the cry sounded again. The clouds cleared, and the silver glow fell, but there was nothing......

Is it haunted?

No, no! No.

Looking closely at the ground, there are clearly some traces of reunion water. This shows that the person who was here just now was clearly a person, and she just took advantage of the night to fall and left quietly under the shroud of darkness.

In the room in an instant, it was late at night but she hadn't fallen asleep, she was thinking about going to Yakumo Lanka's house this afternoon, and Ito asked her to worship Yakumo Lanka.

When she was taken by Frost Maple to the room where August Lanxiang was worshipped, Frost Maple said to her lightly: "It's good that you know (what you see), don't say anything to Makoto." And, Makoto, please! He's too gentle and too easily hurt! ”

At first, she was confused, but after looking around the room, she understood. When I saw a photo on the dresser, everything was revealed.

"Yakumo Lanka, you are so cruel!"

Looking at the silver moon outside the window, he sighed softly in an instant.

Then she closed her eyes.

"Ito, what should I do? What do you have to do......"

"This time, I really don't know!"

"Now, Ito, tell me ......"

……

It was also at this moment that he closed his eyes, and in the boudoir where there was also silver light, Hikaru Kuroda was stained with tears. She had cried just now, she was tired from crying, and now she is asleep.

There was a desk by the windowsill, and on the desk was an open notebook, which was densely covered with delicate handwriting, but some of the fonts were a little bloated and out of shape.

That's Hikaru Kuroda's girl's diary!

She was writing in a diary, and she wanted to vent her sadness, the pain she couldn't appeal, to the way she wrote it down on paper, so as to soothe her emotions and hope to forget it for a while.

However, it was so painful!

Grief made her stop writing, tears obscured her vision, she curled up on the bed sadly, covered tightly with the quilt, desperately suppressed, she couldn't let her parents hear, she didn't want them to worry.

-- but it's even more uncomfortable because of it!

Both physically and mentally, she has reached a critical point, she is on the verge of collapse!

Hui Yue sprinkled it, reflecting a text from the notebook. That's a strange equation:

&=@

It was a pact between two people: Ito (&), save me (@).

A secret that only two people know, this is the only salvation left in her heart.

"I'm dying, &=@!"

……

On the other hand, Fujino Sakura was sitting at the desk at the moment, she opened her girl's diary, looked at the dense handwriting, and those pictures flashed quickly in her mind, and finally the diary turned to a blank page.

Sakura Fujino stared at the blank paper for a moment, and then began to write as quickly as she could. After about thirty minutes or so, the neat handwriting filled four full pages like typesetting.

Sakura Fujino gently closed her maiden diary, closed the lid of the pen, and put the pen and diary in the drawer of the desk. Then he went to bed and fell asleep with a flat face.

Soon after, the sound of even breathing was heard, and she fell asleep.

However, when I looked closer, the pillow under the pillow was already half wet. Although she had fallen asleep, the silent tears in her dreams wet the sheets.

It's self-evident that she's sad, but I don't know why she got up!

- At least, I can't possibly know.

I'm dreaming again! I dreamed of the past again, and she appeared in my dream for the first time. In the dream, we returned to the time when we fell in love, and I was once again immersed in that illusory happiness, and once again experienced the shadow that I could not get rid of to this day, and then I cried alone in the dream......

Again...... Again......

――But that's the last time.

Ranka is gone...... It's gone...... Only I was left ......

I'm a man again!

Live alone. Only think about your own things, only do what you want to do, and only say what you want to say; In a world where there is no one, only myself is with me. I kept moving forward, and I didn't say anything to anyone other than myself.

It was getting dark, enveloping me, enveloping me. It made me feel deeply once again the loneliness, emptiness and loneliness that only a person can have for a long time, but this time, I can no longer enjoy it.

When I didn't notice it, I once again had a "heart" that no longer existed, and I felt warmth and happiness, but it also became more painful and sad because of it.

Distracting thoughts that I have abandoned in the past - feelings.

Before I knew it, they all came back to me, and because I had suppressed them for too long, they became more and more intense. It was like revenge, it caused me pain every moment, and finally I couldn't take it anymore.

"Abominable ......"

After a roar, I woke up from my dream.

However, even when I left the dream, the state I was in did not change in any way - what was an illusory dream for others was a "reality" for me.

When I reach the limit, I can't bear it, I can't bear it anymore, no matter how much I don't want to admit it, no matter how much I don't agree with it - I'm just a human being after all.

It's just that it's much more "experienced" than ordinary people, but in fact there is nothing to gain. In countless "experiences", only the pain remains, and then it continues to accumulate and superimpose, eroding the self step by step.

The more you clear your mind, the more chilling you will feel. I feel so cold and so painful! With heavy steps, I sneaked into the room of the moment. Walked to her bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, shrunk in, hugged the petite and delicate body, sucked her fragrance, and robbed her warmth.

- I knew for sure that this would be extremely cruel to her.

--I could clearly feel that she was trembling uncontrollably.

But I didn't stop. I took off her pajamas with the feeling of my hands in the bed, and I continued to rob her of warmth. Seeing her wake up from her dream, shivering from the cold, and crying from injury, she still silently cooperated with me.

Obey my heart, share the warmth with me, dedicate the body to me, and leave only the painful and cold feeling for yourself.

I wanted to ask "why", but I couldn't.

From the moment I hurt her, I was no longer eligible!

I stopped my hand and removed my hands from her body, and I was about to leave, without even saying an apology.

It's really the worst!

However, a pair of cold hands dragged my body back from which I had left, and I felt the unbearable cold, and I tried to break free, but it was so useless.

A pair of lips kissed my mouth, a slippery tongue stuck in, gently picking at my front teeth, her eyes affectionate and misty, she showed herself unreservedly.

I took my stiff hands and guided them over her body, gently gliding over the delicate and tender skin, finally resting on the bulge on the left side of her own chest.

There was a vibration there, and it was her heartbeat!

She pressed my palm and kneaded it gently, and suddenly a refreshing pleasure spread throughout my body, like an electric shock. Maybe it was the **** that was provoked, or maybe it was self-abandonment, I began to respond to the kiss of the moment.

Open your front teeth, stick your tongue out, slide it over the moment's little tongue, over each other's lips that are connected at the moment, and into the moment's small mouth. There we were constantly intertwined, and gradually the kiss seemed to go a little too deep, and even when I saw that I was out of breath for a moment, I moved my head back slightly to refuse, and I ignored it. It was just a desperate chase, and it wasn't until I couldn't hold back anymore that I left her little lips unsatisfied.

If the hand and mouth are concentric, and the mouth moves, how can there be reason not to move the hand?

In intense kissing

At the same time, I also gently stroked the whole body of the moment, feeling the texture of smooth skin, my left hand passed through her neck, wrapped around the back of her head, gently softened her hair, and my right hand was wanton.

From the chest to the back, caress from top to bottom, serious and focused......

Soon after, the girl's panting voice sounded in the room.