Xiao Ji had already crawled into the soft bed. The dry thin quilt exuded the fresh scent of mint. She lay on the pillow with a happy face and listened to Jingzi reading a story. Her soft little hands tightly grasped Jingzi's sleeves.
"Hey, Sister Jingzi, can you stay with Xiaoji for the rest of your life? I really like Sister Jingzi." Xiaoji stared at Jingzi expectantly, "Well, in short, Sister Jingzi gives me a very comfortable and likeable feeling."
I don't know how to describe the mood, sad or happy. Jingzi could only force a smile: "Are you lonely, Xiao Ji?" In that case, I will always be by your side, okay?
――I always want to be by your side. Tsuna-kun. Be there for...the child.
Subconsciously caressing his lower abdomen, a sad and sour feeling came to his heart. If he had been well back then, would the child in his belly also be born and grow smoothly? He will probably be as old as Xiao Ji.
The tip of the pen wandered over the gilded letter, and with a sudden pause, it made an ugly ink mark, and the smeared ink stain spread quickly along the lines of the paper.
Tsuna tiredly let go of the pen and fell down on the soft sofa. The trash can at the foot of the table was filled with letters that were smeared beyond recognition.
--She's back.
My heart once again made waves.
The cool black coffee was placed on the corner of the huge desk, and the warm sweetness evaporated over a long period of time. He forced himself to drink it, the liquid streaking down his throat. There was a sudden sharp pain in my stomach.
--I don't want to see her again.
Skillfully tore open the colorful packaging bag, took out two white pills, and drank them with the remaining coffee.
——I don't want to have feelings for you anymore.
Tsuna casually pulled on a coat, curled up in the depths of the sofa and fell into a deep sleep. Even though my stomach was still throbbing.
-Just be a deserter.
Kyoko walked down the spiral staircase, feeling extremely thirsty. She wanted to find some water to drink. There is still a faint light in the corner room of the first floor hall.
That's...the office? Tsuna-kun, it's not like he hasn't rested yet.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to get the thought out of her mind.
—?Kawa Kyoko, are you still qualified to care about him? She laughs at herself.
But... biting her inner lip, she was still worried.
As if she was bewitched, she involuntarily pushed open the ajar door.
It's full of his scent.
The suppressed emotions still overflowed, and the bulging thoughts filled his chest.
My cold fingertips ran through his forehead, eyebrows, brushed his eyelashes, then the bridge of his nose, and finally rested on his slightly pale lips.
——Don't you want me anymore, Tsuna-kun?
Before she could react, her lips had replaced her fingers. His still had a familiar warmth.
"BOSS. The plan has changed. Kyoko Kawakawa has returned to China." A cold female voice reported mechanically without a trace of emotion.
"Well, continue to monitor. No. 0-3, find a time to kill her. Don't affect our plan." The man gave the order indifferently, his blood-red eyes full of coldness. Take a big gulp of whiskey.
"Take orders."
