I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Falling towards the dream, still thinking non-stop when the consciousness is blurred.

Zhi is no longer here, and I am alone.

Why did he come in exchange and then disappear? Did he disappear to protect something?

Looking back at the memories of the two ceremonies, I finally understood.

I'm afraid... Zhi is trying to protect his dream, his dream of living happily.

Is it that classmate? Or what about the boy who made him regard him as the person he wanted to be?

That is no longer known.

Weaving disappeared so that he and the two rituals could exist.

It left me with such a profound loneliness.

The morning sun shines through the curtains and illuminates the ward. Shiki's eyes, which had recovered his vision, opened from the warm sleep.

Beneath him was a white hospital bed. It seemed that the magician named Orange had properly handled the events of last night. No, those are little things. Rather than that kind of thing, now I just want to think about his affairs.

Maintain the posture of lying on your side, feeling the morning air without moving your head.

Waking up due to light was something I had not experienced for a long time. A touch of desire, just fresh sunshine, illuminates the darkness in my heart.

What I have now is a temporary life... The other me that can no longer return disappears in the light like melting. The existence of the two rituals disappeared together with what he dreamed about.

If she could cry, Shiki would like to cry. But my eyes are always dry. Cry only once...it's wrong to cry over something like this. Even if she can't go back, she won't regret it a second time.

Like the fading shadows in the morning sun. Just disappearing cleanly, that's what he expected.

"Good morning, Shiki." A voice came from beside him.

The pose is to turn your head to one side. There is a friend whom you have known for a long time.

The black-framed glasses and unadorned black hair really haven't changed at all.

"Remember me...?" The voice trembled slightly.

Ah, I remember it, how could I forget it? You've been waiting for this.

Only you are always protecting me.

"Kurotiri Mikiya, it sounds like the name of a French poet."

Mikiya laughed when he heard Shiki's words. It was exactly like meeting him at school a day later, with his usual smile.

No one knows how much effort is hidden in it, but...he still remembers that agreement.

"It's great that it's sunny today. I'll take you back." With tears in his eyes, he said as naturally as possible.

For the empty Shiki, that was warmer than anything else.

If you appreciate smiles more than tears, choose this friend.

If you prefer loneliness to isolation, choose knitting.

——Although I have never chosen which side.

"Ah, there are some things that will never disappear."

Shi stared blankly at his smile, as gentle as the sun, until he saw enough.

While that kind of thing wouldn't help fill the hole in her chest, there was nothing else she wanted to do right now.

His gentle smile, because it was the same smile she remembered.

Just like the smile that never faded when his classmate came to talk to me that afternoon.

Qian did the same, watching Shiki quietly and in a daze.

Watching this girl who opened her eyes after two years of slumber, allowing her own time to flow again, so that his thoughts finally no longer need to be vacant.

The first meeting on a snowy night, the reunion at the beginning of school, the chat after class, the chat at noon, the date on the holiday, the affectionate confession, the persistent persistence, everything is as vivid as yesterday.

All the waiting was not in vain, and all the efforts paid off at this moment.

It was enough for him to see her wake up, to look at him like before, to hear her voice again.

She looked at him.

He looked at her too.

If it continues like this, it seems like it will last forever——

——If no one interrupts.

First there was a "squeak", which seemed to be the sound of a certain material reaching its limit and being overwhelmed.

Immediately afterwards there was another huge crashing sound "bang", accompanied by "ouch", "oh" and "careful", there were male voices and female voices.

It was a touching reunion after a long absence, and their world was broken after two years.

Shi frowned in dissatisfaction and turned sideways to look at the place where the noise came from, the entrance to the ward.

Painted white, the wooden door was crushed to the ground, and lying on it were the culprits who crushed it.

There are children around ten years old and young girls in their fifteenth or sixteenth year.

Outside the door, there was a sickly girl in a wheelchair and a foreign woman who was a few years older than the girl pushing the wheelchair.

At the end of his movement, his eyes locked on the woman smoking a cigarette by the window in the corridor.

"Miss Orange——" Shiki was about to speak, but Mikiya had already spoken first, "There are also Shinji, Sakura, and Miss Fujino, as well as the two people we met for the first time, you are..."

"Uh" Sakura lowered her head in embarrassment.

"That." Fujino blushed.

"Nothing, nothing. Just go on and don't pay attention to us."

Shinji was still shameless, so he stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the dust off his body, grabbed Sakura and Fujino who were peeping with him, and walked out.

"We have set up a barrier at the door. No matter what happens, we will not be discovered - come on, Qianye."

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Even Shinji's shameless behavior, which has always been the demeanor of an elder and the "mature man" hand-picked by Mushroom, can't be resisted. He can only look embarrassed and speechless.

It was pure and natural, and he had no scruples in his straightforward manner. He asked his only friend in the same tone as when he was in school.

"Are they all your friends?"

"Yes, they are a group of interesting people, they should be here to help."

Hearing Shiki's voice, Mikiya calmed down incredibly. Yes, as long as she is here, nothing matters.

"Shenji, stop hiding outside, come in, and everyone else too."

Upon hearing this, Shen Er immediately stuck his head out, saw Qian also waving to him, and then walked in with a group of people.

"Shiki, you know Miss Orange, but you haven't met the others yet. This is Shinji Matou, my friend; this is Shinji's sister, Sakura; this is Miss Fujino Asagami, Miss Orange's disciple. This one , should be Miss Kirie Ujo who Shinji mentioned, she lives in this ward like you and was discharged today; the last one is Miss Justisa, Miss Ujo's attending physician and a good friend of Miss Orange. "

Qianye introduced each other one by one, and even the identities of the two people he had never met were guessed one by one.

The people who were clicked nodded in turn and greeted Shi on the hospital bed.

Perhaps his mentality has changed after his death, or perhaps it's because of Mikiya's influence. Shiki is no longer indifferent to everyone like before. Instead, he sits up and imitates the appearance of Zori who is no longer here. Say hello in a normal way.

"Hello, I'm Liang Li."

PS: Black-framed glasses, unadorned black hair, and belts lifted high, the style of an elder.

PS2: Shiki and Miya’s sugar-giving scenes are almost here. From now on, I will only mention one or two sentences at most, and there won’t be any more sugar-making scenes.