Sincerely,

Youkai Sage Murasaki, youkai who care about this, and other people or yokai who may see this letter.

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Today's weather is.

Sunny should be clear, the sun has shone through the crack in the door, it should be clear.

First of all, according to etiquette, I should express my gratitude to you for your concern.

But I don't want to thank you, I don't have any respect for you, because I'm the guy next to the other wall, and I shouldn't be here.

I don't think I'm weak, it's been many days since her funeral, and I'm still here.

No, I don't live a normal life anymore.

In fact, I would have thought that there was nothing wrong, because after she was gone, I was actually Qin Deng.

But the moment when she picked up her bones with chopsticks...... Can you feel it...... A......

Sad.

The world in front of me became blurry, my head was swollen, and the world suddenly began to turn from left to right...... Actually, I really wanted to say I'm sorry, but I didn't say anything when it came to my mouth.

Qin Deng is really a ruthless person. I thought to myself with tears streaming down my face, covering my eyes.

Burst. Really, completely unstoppable, completely unstoppable...... I ...... [scribbled painting]

There was no sound at all, but a buzzing sound came from the ears, sometimes far and sometimes near, and it was difficult to grasp where it came from.

It's so despicable, how could I be able to forget her? Label her as an outsider...... She, the snow on the mountain, is clearly a living person!

I watched her body turn white and untied her from the rope with my own hands, and a heavy feeling forced me to kiss her on the mouth.

At that time, I couldn't remember anything, I just thought that her mouth was still [scribbled].

Qin Deng is really a ruthless person!

I? I! But no.

I'm a crying person.

The one who can never escape this is not just a spectator or a fake monk. It occurred to me that things could take a turn and change, but I couldn't go to hell.

I'm going to hell, looking into the mirror of King Yama, and bringing her up.

But that's all talk.

How long can a letter be written? The hand doesn't have much strength anymore.

I thought about what else to write.

That's it, right.

The whole person is wooden, completely still in place. At that time, I was holding the vase, and I felt all the life on my feet being drained by the ground, and I fell straight to the ground.

I could feel that I was actually roaring hoarsely, but there was no sound.

I should have thought of such an outcome a long time ago. It started with the snow and I saw you.

When I see you guys! Right! When I see you guys!

If you didn't come that day! If Sumire hadn't come that day! If I didn't remember!

If

I didn't come.

How nice that would be.

But it's not good, I'm a selfish person, I can't not come because it's snowing on the mountain!

Is that so? No.

If I really didn't come...... How good [scribbling] is not good.

I really don't want that kind of life

Time goes forward and forward, when is the right time to go forward? When will it be until there will be a perfect ending for her?

What the hell does she have to do with good things?

Am I doing something right?

On the day of the burial, there were only a few people at the funeral, watching her deform from a human being.

Distorted, festering......

Drop down, drop your life.

Eventually, I turned into something I didn't know, put it in a box, and looked out at me.

I laugh and she laughs, and she cries when I cry.

It's just that there is no more sound.

I'm smothered in a box, can I still speak?

I put myself in the box and waited for someone to open it.

It's not a person who opens the seal, it's the owner of the [Scribbled Painting] shop.

She told me a story, her story.

I found out that story without me. I also found that if it was according to the development in the story, I didn't need it.

She will also go to destruction. So it has a lot to do with me. What am I playing in this?

What the hell am I?

Am I just a smug rister? I could feel a pain.

Is it a pain that has never been seen before, a feeling of abandonment? I don't know.

If being abandoned is such a feeling, I will not make it difficult for anyone else.

In this way, in fact, I don't know what evil is, and if I am too well protected, I will be isolated from the world.

It's a kind of numbness that doesn't know what life is, so that you feel like you're lonely.

But it's not.

Not at all, I don't feel lonely because I don't have numbness or suffering.

I'm just, born to go down.

The utterly hopelessly rancid sludge is me, I just, don't want to write anything more. Just drop the pen here.

【Scribbled drawing】

When did I write these words

Ah, I've forgotten how long it has been

To write letters, to reply to letters, to keep saying that to write letters and reply letters, there is a sense of resentment and unwillingness, writing paragraph after paragraph, and then scribbling out

Then I wrote the whole piece of paper all over it, and there were a bunch of complaints on it, which made people want to laugh

But I couldn't laugh

I was numb to it, and finally figured out why I wasn't in the snow story, and it was all my fault

This is a story that makes her die, a story that leads her to tragedy, and there is no snow in the story, and I was deliberately plucked out of the story

I didn't let her die, I didn't hurt her

That's what she wanted to say, that chick doll was put next to me like this, a whimpering and screaming doll, you have nothing to do with this story

It's just that she pins her feelings on me, but now she also pins on my feelings for her

Tears flowed uncontrollably

Please wet my eyes again, my feelings, and let me make twenty-five seven regret the pain of this incident

When I can go on, give me a blow and let me grieve

【Scribbled drawing】

Still can't get out

I just sat and didn't want to move

【Scribbled drawing】

It was my mistake

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

Why doesn't apology work?

【Scribbled drawing】

See you later

*

The letter was placed on a table in the room, and the envelope was covered in various scratches and graffiti, some of which were illegible, along with two letters.

One is for "Qin Deng".

One is for the snow on the mountain.

The envelope was not sent.

Because Shi Qi is already dead.

Shi Qi died at the end of July.

With the last shred of hope that snow might fall.

He hanged himself in the snow on the mountain, his body was emaciated, and his face was like a withered face.

It's been a long time since Twenty-Five Seven has translated books, so Ah Qiu has no way of knowing what he's doing on a daily basis.

And when he hanged himself, Yakumo Purple was dealing with the big monsters transferred in from the outside world, and the lights were dark for a while.

He was extremely lucky to die.

Chasing the last steps of spring, I walked back.

However, things are far from being as simple as Shi Qi died.