"poor child."

The woman with long hair like waterfalls and fluttering white clothes silently appeared among the flowers in front of her.

In front of her unearthly face, the blood-like Manzhu Shahua all around her paled in shame, fading away to the sides in shame.

"You are……"

Looking at the woman who suddenly blocked her way, Mochizuki Ayano's eyes were a little excited, but because her consciousness was fragmented, she couldn't make up a complete sentence.

"It's all right, you'll be fine."

With a fresh body fragrance, the woman stepped forward and hugged her in his arms with pity.

"I……"

Although he had no impression of this person, the sunshine-like warmth and inexplicable intimacy on his body made Mochizuki Ayano squinted comfortably.

"However, living does not necessarily mean happiness."

As the blood scab wriggled, a new blue pupil filled her empty left eye.

"Because, as a descendant of heaven and man, you are destined to say goodbye to everything you meet with your own eyes and endure eternal loneliness and sorrow. But please remember that only love can transcend cruel time and eternal separation..."

"Who are you?"

Hearing the soft whisper in his ear, Mochizuki Ayano's chaotic thoughts gradually became clear.

"It doesn't matter who I am..."

When she came back to her senses, the woman in front of her had disappeared without a trace.

"I only hope that this 'feather of the sky' can give you the confidence to fight against fate and boldly pursue love."

There was a transparent gauze on his body.

"By the way, I... I'm Mochizuki Ayano... Where am I... Sousuke Araki?!"

Chaotic memories flooded into my mind, and the red flower sea in front of me began to distort and blur until it fell apart and returned to darkness.

"Another hour has passed... This girl hasn't woken up yet... How about another shot?"

Beside his ear, there was a low, wretched, coquettish, familiar male voice.

"Hey, wait, the eyelids seem to have moved just now...is that my illusion?"

Opening her eyes with difficulty, what occupied Mochizuki Ayano's entire line of sight was a face with narrowed eyes, dilated nostrils, and an elongated face...

The most terrifying thing was that between the orchid-shaped index finger and thumb of the other party, he was smugly rubbing something that was gray and suspicious of booger.

"?!"

Dominated by endless fear, Mochizuki Ayano shuddered, slammed a carp, and slammed her forehead into the "grimace" that seemed to be kissing at any moment...

"Oh ah ah ah!"

A tragic cry resounded throughout the room.

Sitting up, Mochizuki Ayano noticed that she was in a single ward.

"Araki Sosuke?! We, are we in hell?"

And the man who raised his head and covered his nose in front of her hospital bed and spurted blood from his fingers was Sousuke Araki who was chasing him into the gate of **** in his memory.

"Mr. Araki, what's wrong?!"

Yuma Yuma, a little bird in a dress, heard the sound and pushed the door open.

"Aya, Ayano...you...are you awake?!"

"True bow..."

"Great, during this time, you don't know how worried we are!"

She made eye contact with Mochizuki Ayano, who was sitting on the hospital bed with a sluggish face, and crystal-clear tears flowed from their eyes at the same time.

"Mako... nose, nosebleed... nosebleed is spewing out like a fountain... who... hurry up... hurry up and pick it up..."

While the two women were embracing each other and weeping, a man with blood spurting in the corner of the hospital bed was completely reduced to a background board that no one cared about.

...

five minutes later.

"Hey, you stinky girl, what are those eyes... It's too much to be violent to the savior as soon as you wake up."

With two **** of cotton **** stuffed into his nostrils, Sousuke Araki sat in front of the hospital bed, complaining in a loud voice.

"Then, that, it's not your fault that you're so close, and you're holding that strange thing in your hand..."

Mochizuki Ayano lowered her head and rubbed her hands, looked up at the bruised bridge of her nose, and said apologetically, "Also..."

"Does it still hurt, Mr. Araki, I borrowed an ice pack from the nurse."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuma Yumori had already run in with an ice pack, and put it on Sousuke Araki thoughtfully: "It's not Ayano's fault, I woke up after sleeping for so long, and was suddenly frightened by you, who is it? It's going to be that reaction."

"Wuwuwu... People are counting the time, and they want to feed the 'medicine' again..."

Taking advantage of the other party's cold compress for him, Araki Sosuke showed a pitiful expression, with a flushed face and enlarged nostrils, he pressed his face into the girl's arms: "This side is so soft... No, it hurts... It's there..."

"Is it here? The bridge of your nose is swollen. I'll stick it for you a little longer."

"That's right, I just have to stick it for a while... wow, the nosebleed seems to be starting to come out again..."

"You two, this is..."

Seeing the ambiguous atmosphere of the two in front of her, Mochizuki Ayano lowered her head subconsciously and squeezed the sheet in front of her.

"It's so noisy, the person next door... made this strange moan early in the morning~lightnovelpub.net~ I don't know if this is a hospital, if the patient who just got out of the ICU was frightened and returned to the arms of the Lord what to do?"

At the same time, Niya Mai walked in pushing a wheelchair with her long, dazzling thighs.

"Hey, the Lord has already pushed me out of his arms, but there is no reason to call me back so quickly..."

In the wheelchair, a black man as thin as a bamboo pole, holding a hamburger in one hand and probing excitedly towards Mochizuki Ayano on the hospital bed: "Woo woo woo, Ayano-chan, seeing you are safe, uncle I'm relieved already."

"You are... Uncle Siena?!"

After struggling to identify a few times, Mochizuki Ayano finally confirmed the identity of the other party: "When did you wake up? How is your injury? How did it transform into this?!"

This black man with a greatly changed appearance was the black-robed priest Siena who was desperately trying to protect her in the "South Benmu Wharf Shooting Case" and was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

"Don't worry, I entrusted the 'special medicine' brought back by Araki-kun, and all the injuries are healed."

Showing his dazzling white teeth and nibbling on a hamburger, Siena signaled that he was fine.

"However, the side effects of "Abigail's Silver Jewelry" are really not covered..."

I don't know if it was because he choked on the hamburger, or because his old friends met, there was some choking in the sound of his chewing.

Relying on his inhuman physique, after taking the first "Elixir of Death", his signs and consciousness gradually recovered, and he woke up earlier than Mochizuki Ayano.

"Special medicine? By the way, I clearly remember, my eyes, and the guy with Hundred Eyes..."

She subconsciously reached out and covered her left eye, feeling the intact eyeball.

Among the flowers on the other side, holding on to the pain of being eroded by the Hundred Eyes Ghost, he dug out the scene of "Giving Eyes" in his left eye, and reproduced it in his mind like a video.