Chapter 010 Extra Chapter: Is There No End to the Second Cycle?

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Autumn goes and winter comes.

The divine power within this body has been gradually worn away.

Rong Qian calculated the time and figured that she could hold out until May without any problems, but she didn't know if she would be able to go to Hokkaido to see the cherry blossoms.

However, he didn't really have any desire for such things, and it didn't matter whether he could go or not.

Gin was so busy he was nowhere to be seen.

Rong Qian has disappeared, and he is rarely seen in the safe house.

He had just returned to the outside of the safe house when he saw Gin coming out of it.

Rong Qian glanced at him, "Not finished yet?"

Kurosawa shook his head, and as he walked over to him, he casually ruffled his hair. "I'll do it as soon as possible."

Rong Qian stood there and looked back as he left. A moment later, she entered the safe house and went straight back to her room.

He walked to the sink, calmly vomited a mouthful of blood, turned on the tap to rinse the blood away, and then rinsed his mouth.

Only after the taste of blood had disappeared from his mouth did he turn around and return to bed to lie down quietly.

The physical pain made him lose interest in everything and unwilling to do anything.

Kurosawa is currently undertaking a major mission, which has left him with absolutely no free time.

He could only spare a little time to chat with Rong Qian on the phone.

"It's unbelievable, is there no other member in this organization that we can use?"

Rong Qian lay on the bed, his phone in front of him, his hands supporting his cheeks, his legs swinging back and forth. Hearing Hei Ze's slightly tired voice on the other end, he pursed his lips and complained, but the next second his face showed pity, "Poor Zhen-chan, I feel sorry for you."

Kurosawa across from him seemed to smile. "Don't worry, we'll definitely complete the mission before May. A month is enough time to take you to Hokkaido."

Rong Qian rolled her eyes, not caring whether the other side could see her or not, "Alright, stop raising the flag, we'll talk about it after you finish the mission."

Kurosawa paused, about to say something, but Rong Qian interrupted him first.

"That's all for now. I heard gunfire over there."

Rong Qian said "I'm hanging up" and then hung up the phone.

Kurosawa, far away at the mission location: "..."

Time flies, and May has arrived in the blink of an eye.

It's approaching mid-May.

Kurosawa held the half-asleep Rong Qian in one arm. He wanted to discuss the specific details with him, but seeing how sleepy he was, he didn't wake him up. He thought they would talk about it after they got to Hokkaido.

So after preparing the necessary documents, he took Rong Qian out.

When Rong Qian groggily woke up, they were in the car on their way to the airport. Staring blankly at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, he turned to look at Hei Ze and asked, "Where are we going?"

Kurosawa reached out and ruffled his head. "On the way to the airport."

Rong Qian blinked, then blinked again. After a moment of reaction, the drowsiness in her eyes disappeared, and her light green pupils suddenly brightened. "Are we finally going to Hokkaido?! Yay!"

He let out a happy whimper, and the tuft of hair on his head stood up, its curls making it look exactly like a heart shape, perfectly expressing his owner's mood at that moment.

Kurosawa's lips curled up slightly in a barely perceptible arc as he reached out and pressed down on the ahoge (cowlick) on his head.

"Really..."

She's so old, yet she still acts like a little kid.

Just as childish as before.

Their temperament and appearance are both perpetually immature.

Seeing the 'shota' who was now overjoyed and no longer drowsy, Kurosawa's expression softened for a moment.

That's really childish.

But he hoped that the guy who gave him a new life would stay this childish forever.

Kurosawa gently patted the back of the 'boy' who had jumped into his arms.

But beautiful flowers don't bloom forever.

No, it could even be said that it withered in no time.

As soon as the two entered the airport, Kurosawa received a phone call.

The two paused for a moment.

Rong Qian turned to look at him, her light green pupils dimming for a moment, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, but she still managed to relax and sigh, "Alright, another mission has come your way."

Kurosawa paused for a moment, then turned around and went to a corner to answer the phone.

Rong Qian sat down on a chair and waited, looking down at his wobbly feet. After a few moments, he suddenly stopped, turned around, took out a handkerchief from his bag, and held it to his lips to catch the blood that was overflowing from his throat. He carefully wiped away the bloodstains left on the corner of his lips, folded the handkerchief as if nothing had happened, and threw it into the trash can. He then bought a can of lemon tea to mask the bloody taste in his mouth.

When Kurosawa returned, he only saw him sitting obediently in a chair, drinking lemonade.

Rong Qian glanced at him. "A new mission?"

Kurosawa opened his mouth, but in the end only managed to utter a soft "hmm".

“Go ahead.” Rong Qian shook the lemon tea in the can. “I’ll have Vodka come pick me up later.”

Kurosawa paused for a moment, then said, "We're going to Hokkaido."

Rong Qian looked up at him, then pouted slightly. "Why are you telling me this? Can you take me there?"

He spread his hands with a mature expression, sighed, stood up, and walked out of the airport.

Come find me again when you're really free~

Kurosawa watched him leave silently without saying a word.

From the moment he decided to join the organization, he knew he could not disobey the orders given to him by the organization.

His lips moved slightly, as if he were murmuring something.

But whatever he said was drowned out by the noise of the airport.

Rong Qian's figure was also there.

He had called vodka to pick him up in advance, and when he walked out of the airport, he saw vodka, whose presence was so imposing that it was very conspicuous.

He attracted a lot of attention, but after Rong Qian walked past, everyone looked away, muttering to themselves about which young master's bodyguard he was...

Let's go.

Rong Qian climbed into the back seat.

“Okay.” Vodka returned to the driver’s seat briskly.

Rong Qian, who had fallen asleep without realizing it, was woken up by vodka. After a moment of confusion, she came to her senses and realized that she was already back outside the safe house.

He got out of the car and walked towards the door. His eyes glazed over for a moment, and he almost fainted. But he quickly regained his balance and went inside.

As luck would have it, Vodka, who was closing the car door, didn't notice what was happening.

Rong Qian went straight back to her room.

As soon as the door closed, he couldn't hold on for even a second longer and collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

When he woke up again, it was already the early hours of the next day.

His face turned deathly pale.

Using divine power to slow down the soul's erosion of the body, the erosion eventually became more severe.

Rong Qian sat on the floor, leaning against the door, with her eyes closed.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a hand, both dull and painful, and my head felt like it was being hit countless times with a blunt object.

After enduring those two painful moments, I felt a cutting sensation in my throat.

The pain of having limbs sawed off, the pain of having eyes gouged out and tongue pulled out, the pain of having one's heart removed—all these pains were mixed together at the same time.

Rong Qian's lips twitched slightly as she slowly stood up, took a shower, and washed up.

His slow movements were not because he was slow-paced, but because his body, occupied by pain, was not flexible. This inertia caused him to move slowly even when he was in good physical condition.

After Rong Qian finished washing up, it was almost six o'clock in the morning.

He has been living a normal life these past few days.

That's how it appears on the surface.

"A new video game store has opened on the street you frequent. Do you want to go check it out, Xiao Ye?"

"I have nothing else to do but take care of him," said Vodka.

Rong Qian blinked. "Okay, go ahead."

"Then I'll go get the car!"

Vodka immediately stood up.

Rong Qian also got up and went outside to wait. When the car arrived, he suddenly fainted before getting in.

Vodka, who was in the car, was stunned for a moment, then quickly got out of the car, picked him up from the ground, put him in the car, and rushed to the organization's hospital.

He patiently awaited the test results, intending to decide whether to contact Gin based on them.

However, when he received the test results, he felt like the sky had fallen and immediately called Gin.

"explain."

Gin answered the phone, but he was a little irritable because he had been inexplicably upset these past few days.

"Big brother! Something's happened to Xiao Ye!"

"..." Gin shot the person opposite him, then paused for a moment upon hearing Vodka's words, before speaking in a sinister and murderous tone: "What did you say?"

Vodka took a breath and explained as quickly as possible, "Actually, Xiaoye's been acting strangely these past few days. He hasn't been eating much and has been sleeping a lot. I initially thought he was depressed because he couldn't go to Hokkaido with you, and he didn't ask me to tell you. But today, when we were getting ready to leave, he suddenly collapsed. They took him to the hospital and found out... his organs are failing badly. Those medical guys said... he only has a few days left to live..."

Towards the end, Vodka's tone became hesitant and stammering.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

A moment later, Vodka heard the sound of bones breaking from the other side, accompanied by a scream, and Gin's terrifyingly calm tone.

"I see."

The call was immediately disconnected.

Vodka knew that his brother was planning to end this mission in the most dangerous and fastest way possible.

He never expected that the seemingly lively and energetic 'boy' would suddenly become sickly...

Vodka returned to the ward and saw Rong Qian lying helplessly on the bed. Suddenly, he felt tense and worried.

The sky has already been tinged with the color of the sun.

When Rong Qian opened his eyes, he was the only one in the ward.

He blinked, looked at the ceiling, sighed softly, and then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

They still couldn't hide it.

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Late May.

The last time cherry blossoms bloom.

Most of the cherry blossoms have already fallen.

When Kurosawa returned and saw his appearance, he felt that he was like a cherry blossom about to wither, his life teetering on the brink of collapse.

He stood by the bed, his outstretched hand retracting halfway.

Rong Qian's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. He looked dazed for a moment, then looked at Hei Ze, blinked, and smiled with a smirk: "This time it was pretty fast."

"Hmm." Kurosawa responded softly, almost without a sound, and gently stroked his thin cheek. "You look smaller and smaller, you're not cute anymore."

Rong Qian pouted, "Nonsense, I've always been the cutest!"

He paused, then raised his hand and slapped Kurosawa's arm, his expression somewhat downcast, his tone blaming: "It's all your fault for not taking good care of me."

The slap was actually very light, as if it had been lightly brushed by a feather. Kurosawa paused slightly upon hearing this, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "Yes, it was my fault."

Rong Qian snorted lightly, looking mischievous, but actually he was already listless. "It's all your fault for being too busy and not having time to spend with me. Look, we agreed to go to Hokkaido to see the cherry blossoms, but let alone see the cherry blossoms, it's been a year and you haven't made time to go to Hokkaido with me even once."

Kurosawa gently grasped his hand.

My already small hands now seem like they could break if I applied even a little force.

Rong Qian looked at him quietly for a moment, then reached out her hand to him.

Kurosawa immediately picked him up and held him in his arms.

Rong Qian wrapped her arms around his neck, gently nuzzled her head against his neck, and he murmured something softly before slowly closing his eyes.

"I hate you, Gin is a... big liar..."

Kurosawa held him like that for a long time.

Only when he felt the arm of the person in his arms loosen its grip on his shoulder did he slowly loosen his grip, and look down at the 'boy' who had his eyes closed and looked as obedient as if he were just asleep.

Kurosawa gently brushed the silver hair from his cheek and whispered in a voice only he could hear:

"……Feel sorry."

Gin is a big liar.

Kurosawa also failed to keep his promise.