Chiho's pupils dilated instantly, her small mouth opened slightly, and she looked at Takuya Aramura and couldn't speak for a long time.

Takuya Aramura smiled slightly, lowered his head, looked at her, and then stretched out his hand to her, "Can you tell me what your name is?"

But Chiho didn't seem to hear it, and just looked at him dumbfounded.

After a while, like a frightened rabbit, she buried her head in the quilt and said in a small voice, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

There was a hint of crying in her voice.

Takuya Aramura's eyes flashed, he took the chair handed over by Rumi Nakaiwa, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the quilt that kept shaking, lowered his voice, and asked, "Why do you say I'm sorry?"

"I'm sorry—" Chiho's body hidden under the quilt trembled even more, "I'm going to let Takuya's brother see me like this... It's true... I'm sorry..."

Rumi Nakaiwa smiled bitterly at Takuya Aramura and apologized, "Aramura-san is really sorry... Chiho's hair fell out little by little because of chemotherapy... She's always been mindful of this... She didn't mean to do that—"

Outside the door, there were four female voice actors on Nakaiwa Kuni Island, who walked in, all with bitter expressions.

At the age of seven, it is the time when a girl pays the most attention to her appearance, and what is the most important thing for a beautiful little girl? It's not nice clothes, dresses, or other decorations, but beautiful hair...

Takuya Aramura paused, shook Rumi Nakaiwa and said it didn't matter, and then gently pulled the quilt with his hands, "It's okay, even if a real beauty doesn't have hair, she still can't shake her beauty."

The quilt was still tightly wrapped by Chiho, and there was no intention of loosening it.

Seeing this, Takuya Aramura thought for a short time in his mind, put his mouth close to the quilt, and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret, you can't tell anyone else."

The shaking of the quilt has eased a lot.

"I've shaved my head before, too." Takuya Aramura said.

It's just a lie, it's commonplace.

Hearing this, Chiho opened a small opening in the quilt, revealing her big eyes full of uneasiness.

"Don't tell anyone." Takuya Aramura held out his little finger and put it in front of those eyes, "Let's pull a hook."

After a moment's hesitation, Chiho revealed her hand.

Two hands, one large and one small, with two little fingers clasped around each other.

"A liar will swallow a thousand needles~"

Takuya Aramura laughed dumbly.

A thousand needles for a liar? Doesn't that mean you're going to swallow dozens or millions of needles? The Japanese Lagou nursery rhymes are really scary enough.

After pulling the hook, Chiho, who had an agreement with Takuya Aramura, finally stretched her bare little head out of the quilt.

Takuya Aramura's mouth couldn't help but bring a smile to his mouth.

Children are still children... Even if she sensed the threat of death and understood a lot of things in an instant, it couldn't change her innocent nature...

Mr. and Mrs. Nakaiwa glanced at each other, and both saw something called "Joy" in each other's eyes.

The four female voice actors also looked surprised and happy.

"It's not good to hide from anyone all the time." Takuya Aramura gently shook Chiho's hand, "I came here from Huaguo, and besides, you haven't told me your name yet."

What a lovely child... Tortured by illness like this...

"I'm sorry—" Chiho lowered her head, "My name is Chiho Nakaiwa."

"It's okay." Takuya Aramura leaned down and tilted his head to meet her eyes, "Does Chiho remember what day it was?"

"My... Birthday..."Chiho remembered that last year's birthday was still at school, with friends, who were scrambling to help him put on a crown hat, and chattered to sing a birthday song for himself...

"Wait a minute." Takuya Aramura said something in her ear, got up and walked out of the hospital room with the four women and Nakaiwa Kunishima.

After two

minutes, just when Chiho was still thinking about last year's birthday, a birthday song came into her ears.

"Happy Birthday to You~Happy Birthday to You~"

Takuya Aramura and Nakaiwa Kunijima pushed a cart into the ward, and the four female voice actors followed behind clapping their hands and singing birthday songs.

There is a large cake on the cart with eight candles on it, and a cardboard with the words "Happy Birthday" written in hand and the image of Osamu Dazai's stick figures.

Chiho's eyes, which were still a little hollow, suddenly lit up.

"Chiho." Nakaiwa Kunijima pushed the cart to the side of the bed, "This is Ara..."

Before he could finish speaking, Takushi Aramura interrupted him: "This is what your father bought for Chiho for you, and besides, I wrote the cardboard on it."

Nakaiwa Kunishima looked at him in surprise.

Takushi Aramura didn't pay attention to him, and patted Chiho on the back, "Say thank you to Dad."

Chiho nodded, crawled out of the quilt, hooked her arms around Nakaikunijima's neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and said in a sullen voice, "Thank you, Dad..."

"No thanks..." Nakaiwa Kunishima closed his eyes, a tear streaked across his vicissitudes of life, and his mouth nagged, "No thanks... Chiho... No thanks..."

Rumi Nakaiwa came over to help him wipe away his tears, and then put her hand on the back of Chiho's head, but she couldn't help biting her lip and shedding tears.

Takuya Aramura stood aside, holding a lighter on a cart and lighting the candles on the cake one by one.

"Well done!" The four women made a cheering gesture to him.

After a long while, Chiho got off Nakkaiwa Kunijima, and when she lay on the hospital bed again, she was gone, and she was more awkward and shy than a little girl.

Takuya Aramura lowered his head and smiled, handing the crown hat and the knife to cut the cake to Nakaiwa Kunijima, "Mr. Nakaiwa."

Nakaiwa Kunishima took these two things, and then handed him the crown hat back, "Aramura-san, please, help Chiho put it on!"

Takuya Aramura was stunned for a moment, took the crown hat, and nodded twice.

Chiho knelt on the hospital bed, leaning forward slightly, ready.

Takuya Aramura held the crown hat in both hands and put it on her head.

"Happy birthday, Chiho."

Chiho steadied the crown hat on his head with both hands, pursed his small mouth, took a deep breath, plucked up his courage, spread his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and buried his head in his chest.

Takuya Aramura didn't mind, just touched her head, "Chiho, let's come down first and make a wish and blow out the candles."

Chiho didn't reply, and shook her head vigorously.

"Okay then." Takuya Aramura put his arm on her back so that she wouldn't fall, "You don't have to come down, but today is your eighth birthday, make a wish."

Chiho thought for a moment, then removed the head buried in his chest, faced the cake, and closed her eyes.

"Is it over?"

"Uh-huh."

"Blow out the candles."

"Uh-huh."

Chiho opened her eyes and let out a breath to the candle.

The flame on the candle symbolically held out for a while, and soon "disarmed and surrendered" and was defeated.

Takuya Aramura leaned into her ear and asked, "What did you wish for?"

Chiho was too shy to bury her head in his chest again, and whispered to him, "Secret."