How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

About that night, Shiho, or rather Xiaomourn, had already stayed here by default.

Kazama Tsuru has always had a bad cold, and the fever has been a day and a night to be considered better, and Xiao Mo has been taking care of it, and he doesn't say much.

The two stayed in this house together, but did not communicate much, silent.

Kazama Tsuru felt that this girl was hiding from herself because she had panicked in front of her before, and even cried, feeling ugly.

After more than a day, Kazama Tsuru finally had a fever that had subsided, but his head was still groggy, and he couldn't sleep, so he simply propped up his body and leaned against the bed.

Xiao Wei soon heard the movement and pushed open the door.

"Are you awake?"

She glanced at Kazama to confirm that Kazama Tsuru was awake, so she pushed the door and walked in, still holding a bowl of medicine in her hand.

"When I wake up, I drink the medicine."

Kazama Tsuru instantly made a bitter face.

"Drink

it now, you definitely won't drink it when I'm gone."

Kazama Tsuru opened his mouth slightly, intending to say something.

"I can't just drink half or change it to capsules, I have already brewed the medicine and can't waste it."

Kazama Tsuru completely closed his mouth and looked at the medicine and pursed his lips.

"If you don't drink medicine, go to the hospital for hanging injections, and save me to take care of you."

Xiao Mo prejudged all of Kazama Tsuru's prejudgments.

The corner of Kazama Tsuru's mouth twitched, and finally took the medicine, raised his head and drank it.

After only living together for two days, Xiao Mo thoroughly figured himself out, and in the future...

Kazama Tsuru had a faint premonition in his heart.

It seems that in the original book, Xiao Moi lived in Dr. Agasa's house, and then kept controlling his diet to prevent Dr. Agasa from gaining weight again.

So yourself....

Kazama Tsuru looked at the medicine in his hand and sighed in his heart.

Forget it, if you are managed, you will be managed, and it is good to have a little sister.

"Bowl."

Kazama Tsuru handed the bowl over, and Xiao Mo took it and turned to leave.

It's still awkward....

"Eh, little mourning!"

Xiao Mo looked sideways at Kazama Tsuru, and the meaning was probably this: say!

Kazama Tsuru sat up a little more and beckoned to Xiao Wei.

"Come and sit down, wash the bowl later."

Xiao Wei thought for two seconds, hesitantly put the bowl on the table on the side, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You... What do you want to talk about? "

Talk about your future."

Xiao Moi lowered his head little by little, and there was a faint sadness and mockery in his eyes blocked by his hair.

"My future? People like me, what kind of future do they have. Her

voice was low.

Kazama Tsuru still wore a faint smile, a faint but firm smile that seemed to never go away.

"Maybe you didn't have it before, but now that you're a child, you have a bright future like any other child."

"How? Thinking about going to school?

Xiao Mo kept her head down, and Kazama Tsuru couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Maybe I can put you in the same class as Conan, that is, Kudo Shinichi, you must want to meet him, don't you?"

Xiao Wei finally nodded.

Kazama Tsuru finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he find that Xiao Moi's feelings for himself now were far less simple than embarrassment and wanted to hide.

She also has hesitation and estrangement for her titular "brother", fear of her mysterious self, care and love for her sick and weak self, and gratitude for taking her in.

Mixed with the sadness of losing her sister just now, the joy and confusion of escaping the organization, the fear of the future, the disgust for yourself...

Such complex feelings, coupled with a strong character, formed this little mourning in front of him now.