"Your indifferent look is really uncomfortable from the bottom of my heart! But since you don't care anymore, no matter how much I say, it's just plain talk. A Yuki-e's voice paused, and the whole process of her speech was so peaceful that it was impossible to tell what kind of surface she was using.

"If that's the question you want to ask. Then unfortunately, I can't answer. Qing turned his back to the person behind him, and his peaceful voice had not changed at all from not long ago to now, and this peace undoubtedly made the woman with clenched fists behind him even more annoyed!

"Can't answer?! Because what I just said was angry talk, it's not a problem at all! Gritting his teeth, the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white. I have now commanded you as a Master! My servant, turn me back! Face me and speak. Don't make me feel like you're running away from me! ”

Qing's gaze shook for a moment as she looked at the sea outside the window, and it was the voice in her heart that was shaken. ------- silently turned around and looked up at the woman in front of her, always with an expression of not admitting defeat, a woman who would not bow to others at will, no matter whether she was justified or not. "I've met your request, ask your questions."

Qing looked at her like a stagnant water, and his flat eyes made a snow painting angrily raise his hand and point at Qing! "You!! ---------" she didn't continue, because she knew that no matter how ugly she said it, or how humble and nice it was, the gaze that arrived was still that gaze. This is the only feeling that Qing gives her.

After several helplessness, she had no choice but to close her mouth before she opened her mouth a few times, and watched Qing's gaze gradually become firm in a little bit! "Good! Then I ask you. Why are you doing this to me now? Obviously, before coming here, I have always been in a good place, I can chat happily, and I can laugh without scruples. Is it because I rejected your proposal last time!? “---------

Ichijo Yuki looked a little excited, his mental state could also be said to be very unstable, his eyes were flickering firmly, and his shoulders were trembling slightly under the fluctuations of emotions. Qing witnessed all this, looking at it blankly, there was not a little turmoil in his thin eyes. "Although I can take revenge, I have never held a grudge against anyone, and I have no reason to hold a grudge against political differences. And the previous question, I only have one sentence to answer you. ”

Qing looked at her faintly, so unfocused that his gaze didn't even focus on her. "What should be over will end sooner or later, and what shouldn't be started shouldn't be seen from the beginning. Put away your thoughts as soon as possible. It doesn't hurt you. Really ------------"

Qing's voice lowered little by little, and finally no one could hear the rest of the words. Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the fist of the woman in front of him, petite but pale, without a trace of blood, tightly clenched and trembling. However, the clenched fist soon loosened, a little bit of laughter, a little bit bigger, a little bit taller!

Her laughter was like a mixture of joy, bitterness, high-pitched, low-pitched, joyful, dead silence----- indistinguishable, innumerable. Qing closed her eyes quietly, silently waiting for her laughter, waiting for the moment when she finished laughing, but this time seemed to be infinitely extended, making the restrained heart want to break free from the suppression little by little---

Gradually, time passed, and the laughter eventually dissipated as time passed. She calmly walked step by step to Qing's extremely close distance, and looked directly at Qing's closed eyes as if her face was against her face, and the world became quiet, leaving only the sound of faint breathing. Her hand gently caressed Qing's face, incomparably gentle as a spring breeze.

Just this time, a piece of snow painting quickly distanced himself from Qinglai, and his burning gaze made Qing, who had his eyes closed, feel the stubbornness of never bowing his head to anyone! "There are some things that you can only say for yourself. And my affairs are always up to me. You give Miss Ben a memory! Remember forever and ever! I'm not going back! ”

This is the woman Qing knows, a persistent girl who never bows her head, never admits defeat, and never understands what cherishing is. Qing opened her eyes and looked at this woman who was thousands of years younger than herself, and slightly hooked the corners of her mouth. "I sense you have one more question. Let's go down early after asking, I'm a little tired. ”

Qing casually pulled a reason that even Qing himself didn't believe and dropped the eviction order, taking advantage of the fact that both parties have not confessed their emotions in their hearts, this time after that, it is the real sense of drawing clear precepts, erasing the feeling of just growing buds in the heart, so there is no need to be silent two by two---------

"Are you tired? It's really a superficial excuse------ but it just so happens that Miss Ben is also very confused today, so I'll ask you the rest of the questions later. Hmph~~ I'll go down first, don't break into my room in the future. Even though it wasn't my room or anything. A Yukie said, down the ladder to the attic, and followed her soft, steady footsteps back to her temporary room.

Qing silently looked at the ladder in the attic, and the feeling of being touched on his face just now still kept coming to mind, but along with it, there were also memories buried deep in his heart that he didn't want to remember--------。 Qing Shen stared at his eyes, waved his hand, and the aluminum alloy telescopic ladder retracted upwards section by section, and then the small door was closed and buckled on its own.

Qing sighed deeply, turned to look out the window, the glass window opened a small gap under Qing's thoughts, and a little cool breeze blew into the small attic space, bringing all the deep air frozen in it out of the window. Qing sat quietly, just like he said in front of Rider, Qing was already waiting for the last time, waiting for the final battle, ending the long dream that had ended long ago.

'Still. Is this really a dream? Qing looked at his hands, blood flowed through his body, and every body tissue full of vitality was functioning naturally and methodically. If all of this is a dream, what are the experiences that have no sense of being alive in front of you? Or is there no answer to the question of being alive itself? ------

As the minutes ticked by, the sun had sunk red into the twilight sky. And tonight, it is not destined to be the quietest night.