Jiqi stood at the end of the aisle, in front of a dusty wooden door, nailed with a thin rusty piece of iron, with the word "kitchen" mottled in the center, and the sun shining on it, glowing with rainbow markings.

Is this what she calls the kitchen? Jiqi twitched the corners of his mouth, and seemed to start to believe the girl's words "I don't like to eat", if he did, the door would not be occupied by cobwebs and dust.

Sighing helplessly, Jiqi stretched out his fingertips and slowly pushed open the hidden wooden door, behind the door was the dark world, the only light was the cold blue light in the corner of the wall, he fumbled for the switch by the wall, lighting the creaking incandescent lamp. The overhead light flickered a few times, struggling to illuminate the room, which was relatively clean, except for a small pile of dust on the floor near the door. Glowing blue was a large square container that hummed softly. This should be the freezer that the girl said.

Jiqi reached out and grabbed the cold handle, pulled it away hard, and a cold air came towards him, and in the thick cold mist, he saw the ingredients huddled in the corner. A small piece of meat, a handful of greens, a small bag of rice, and nothing else.

These things are barely enough for one person. Ji Qi scratched his head and bent over to take them out of the freezer in the same way, but when he reached out his hand, he found that they had been completely frozen by the condensed ice, and he didn't want to make tonight's dinner without any effort.

It's really a wish, Ji Qi complained weakly in his heart, pulled out the knife from the table behind him where the board and knives were placed, and struck it vigorously with the sharp top one by one. These physical work, which was originally nothing, made the current Jiqi gasp for breath, and his chest cavity was violently impacted, and his lungs were pierced by broken ribs, and the cold mist followed his breath into the injured lungs. In an instant, as if the oxygen supply was insufficient, Jiqi's vision instantly turned black, and the raised knife pierced the back of his left hand, and the pain in his chest mixed with the back of his injured hand flooded him like a tide. Jiqi leaned weakly against the freezer, gasping for breath, and the darkness in front of him began to slowly dissipate.

He looked at his bleeding hand and smiled bitterly. Is it worth it for you to do this? Isn't it just a deep-sea girl who doesn't know anything, is it worth paying so much for her? He didn't know how to answer such a question, but he knew that at least his life was saved by the other party, even if it was returned to her. He picked up a knife and cut a strip of cloth from his black kimono, tied it haphazardly to the back of his bleeding hand, and continued his work.

The crisp sound of chiseling ice echoed in this room where no one had ever been, with a bit of powerlessness and a bit of persistence and a hint of stupid stubbornness, Jiqi didn't know if he could melt that iceberg-like heart by doing this, but he only knew that even the blood gushing out also carried a little bit of temperature, if one drop was not enough, then two drops, and two drops were not enough, then all. He is a fool who admits death like that, since this life that should have disappeared in the sea has been picked up, since he promised to prove the existence of love to the other party, it doesn't matter if he falls down now, there is nothing to regret. As for Wales and Lexington, I can only say sorry to them, sorry for their trust, and sorry for the promise that they would return alive. But at least I've tried, if the final result is not as good as I thought, and the other party is still indifferent, then I really have no way to go back, and I can really only die here. Jiqi chiseled the ice while preparing for the worst in his heart.

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late at night

Yamato sat in the silence of his room, the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him was the sea that was gradually enveloped in darkness, the surging waves sparkling one after another, and the last afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the farthest part of the sea, gradually swallowed up by the darkness.

She took a sip of orange juice from her goblet and looked out the window at the slowly changing scenery. She didn't know what was going on today, and there was always a kind of irritability in her heart that had never come out before, like a small flame scurrying in the bottom of her heart. Several glasses of chilled orange juice could not suppress the heat. Is it because of that poor admiral? She looked up and drank the last sip of orange juice mixed with the smoothie, her inky black eyes starting to grow cold. If it's that person's reason, it's better to just wipe him out. She clenched the goblet in her hand, and the glass cup burst out with a crack in response, and then it withered from her hand little by little like scattered petals.

Suddenly, the wooden door behind him was quietly pushed open, and a steaming scent began to permeate the room. She turned her head to find Jiqi cautiously walking in with a plate, her delicate face full of happiness and happiness, like an admiral who was making dinner for the ship's mother.

"I made you dinner, with braised pork and vegetarian stir-fried vegetables, and that's all there is in that freezer, and although I don't know if you like these things or not, I still want you to try them." Jiqi took the plate and put it on the low table in front of Yamato, and put the bowl full of rice in front of the girl, with a pair of washed chopsticks on the side, and there were still dripping droplets on it. He looked at Yamato timidly with a wistful gaze, hoping that she would be able to enjoy the delicious taste she had been busy with for hours. He is confident that as long as the other party tastes a little, he will change his impression of the past, and thus become interested in human food, so that he can slowly expand the results of the battle with this little gap, so that the other party will like the food he cooks, and then like the person who did it for her, and even fall in love with him. And all the other person needs to do is take a small step, make an attempt, just one time.

"I don't like it." Yamato replied coldly, raising his pupils slightly, "Can't you understand what I'm saying?" Questioning.

"It's good if you try it, I promise you'll like it, I'm the only one in our academy who graduated with a perfect score in cooking, and my cooking skills are master." Jiqi bent down to offer the wooden chopsticks, smiling on his feet, not feeling sad at all because of the other party's coldness and ruthlessness, just hoping that the other party would try.

"I said I didn't like it." Yamato mercilessly flipped the plate directly over the low table. The glutinous white rice and the sauce-colored soup mingled in the air with a cool oily glow, like countless broken petals falling from the old branches.

Ji Qi was stunned to look at the wooden chopsticks flying out of his hands like butterflies and the food that was scattered all over the ground, and his heart instantly seemed to have something ruthlessly broken, and overflowing sourness flowed from it, he grinned silently, feeling like the biggest fool in the world, doing annoying things.

He sniffled and said in a voice that was almost choked but barely calm, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you hated this stuff so much. ”

Yamato stood up abruptly, his white hands like the claws of an eagle outstretched to grip Jiqi's fragile throat, his hollow pupils staring at the weakly struggling prey under her hands. "I said I didn't like it, don't you understand?" She exerted a slight force, causing Jiqi's face to turn pale instantly, and the pain of lack of oxygen was devouring his consciousness little by little.

"Right...... I'm sorry. Jiqi replied intermittently, he never thought that the current situation would happen, and his kindness would make the other party feel so annoying. He grinned weakly, looking at the girl who was gradually rising with murderous intent, and there was no regret or complaint in his eyes.

His life was left by the other party, and even if he takes it back now, it doesn't matter. Jiqi smiled bitterly in his heart, he had now given up his powerless struggle, and was just slowly waiting for death. His eyelids began to become heavier and heavier, and his vision began to blur a little, gradually engulfed by a bottomless darkness. He gasped softly, each breath he felt weaker and weaker, and the tiredness came to him like a tidal wave, as if he were about to fall into a deep sleep.

It's better to die like this, and you don't have to wait another thirty days later. It seems that it is impossible for him to make her say such an affectionate confession that I love you, after all, he will never be able to make a tiger a vegetarian, and he will never be able to melt a glacier with his body heat, just like all seawater flowing backwards, it will never be.

Yamato looked at Jiqi, whose breath was gradually weakening, and looked at the last smile he still showed, her heart seemed to have been hit hard by something, and her strong hand suddenly let go, and her inky black pupils were full of incomprehension. She didn't know why she was the way she was, it was like the irritability in her heart was expanding infinitely, controlling her to become irritable.

She hung her head and looked at the young man lying on the ground gasping hysterically, a faint heartache emerged in her heart, she looked at her outstretched hand stupidly, not knowing what she had just done.

Lying on the cold marble floor, like a fish jumping back into the sea, Jiqi breathed hard, as if every breath he took was an important continuation of his fragile life.

"You...... I? Yamato opened her mouth and whispered, she didn't know what had just happened, but vaguely remembered some fragments.

"It's okay, it's all because ...... Because of my fault," Ji Qi gasped as he stood up and cleaned up the scraps on the floor, little by little he put the food scattered on the floor into the plate, and the crouching figure was pitiful like a child who had been bullied but did not resent.

Yamato looked at the boy lying at his feet in a daze, as if he could feel the coldness of the heavy rain pouring down in his reluctant smile. What did you just do to him? She bent down slightly to help, but was gently stopped by the other party.

"It's my fault, you don't have to." Jiqi picked up the last bit of scattered rice, and slowly got up with a plate of blood cut by the glass shards scattered on the floor, nodded and smiled at the girl palely, and then left step by step with heavy steps, like a tree.

Yamato watched his back disappear at the door little by little, and she felt the other party's deep loneliness, like heavy rain, drenching her helpless body.

She raised her hand and touched her heart, which seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles fiercely, and it hurt. But there was another voice in her heart whispering to her, your pain is less than one ten-millionth of his, and it is you who should apologize instead of him. She looked at the door that had been quietly closed, her dark eyes slowly moistened, and there seemed to be tears overflowing from them.