"It's nothing, I just came here for a check-up and I'll be leaving soon," Sayato downplayed everything.
"Oh, that's right." Fuji looked at Otowa. He narrowed his eyes and could only see a faint smile, but he seemed to have some doubts about Sayato's words. However, in the end, he still didn't ask any more questions.
"Let's see a friend," Fuji continued. After all, the hospital is a place for conversation, so they said a few more words, very briefly, and then nodded, left, and said goodbye.
Otoyu looked at the people in front of her walking out, walking past, and walking back again, falling into confusion. Everyone had something to do, but what about her?
"Otowa, what are you thinking about?" Saya Tou's voice reached her eardrums, and she came back to her senses. Alas, her habitual absence came again.
Nothing? She looked at her, smiled lightly, and then occasionally her eyes glanced at a figure. The smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to freeze and her eyes changed slightly.
Sayato didn't understand what was wrong with her, so she followed her eyes.
It was a thin young man with slightly curly blue-purple hair, gentle, delicate, and beautiful. He looked at them. A yellowish light from the hospital shone on his hair, raising blue halos, like extremely
out of the ocean, there is some emptiness and confusion
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a soft wave in his eyes. In the mist of water vapor, the scattered light and shadow one after another gradually became blurred and he couldn't tell what they were. He felt absent-minded, lost, and maybe,
Some disappointment, but until the end, all they could see clearly was a deep blue, clear, transparent, but hazy, before they had time to taste the deep blue undertone in his eyes.
, but he suddenly turned his head, and the figure on his back became farther and farther away
And standing in front of them is a chasm that can never be crossed.
In an instant, everything dimmed, and as he left, everything became dim.
"Yukimura Seiichi" Sayato said a few words alone
"Brother, do you know him?" Otoyu turned his head, the dark purple in his eyes gradually disappeared, like the broken pot of lost car chrysanthemums, with a bit of broken tranquility.
Sayato nodded, and then replied, "He is the director of the tennis club at Rikkai University. I have watched Yukimura Seiichi's game. It was really exciting. It is said that his game result was 100% victory, and he was called
Son of God"
The Son of God really looked like a boy who could only appear in myths. Otoyu looked back at the direction he left. In fact, she really couldn't imagine what it would be like for such a beautiful boy to play tennis. She really wanted to see it, really wanted to see it.
, I really wanted to, but now, she has a new question, why is he here? The last time I saw him was in the hospital, why is it the same this time?
Is he sick? Or what...
"Let's go back," Sayato pulled her out of the hospital. She turned around, but could no longer see the dark blue. The second time she turned around, there were different people, it was her and him.
This time, the promise was still not fulfilled. She did not turn around, but it was him who turned around first.
Yukimura Seiichi, next time, if we meet again next time, then I must tell you my name
She wanted to smile, but she could no longer raise the corners of her mouth, and even felt a little weak. It could be seen that the boy was gentle and polite, but distant and indifferent. Why, is this like this? Why? Why is he sad? Why...
The flower language of cornflower is happiness
Then, as long as you are happy
only you,
happiness
May I?
Her memories began to fall apart, falling to the day they met, and the two pots of purple cornflowers that represented happiness.
Pieces of fragments flew up, each piece was a part of her memory, and then they flew up again and fell down.