Chapter 266 Only superficial wounds can be healed.

Looking at the pale, thin, and broken-looking boy lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and breathing slowly, Morataya placed the bouquet into a vase on the low cabinet.

She gently stroked the flower petals, which were still covered in water droplets. A faint fragrance wafted up, quietly diluting the smell of disinfectant in the ward.

Morataya sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed and gently took Qianzhu's hand, which was not receiving any injections or IV drips.

However, the veins on the back of his fair hand were clearly visible, as were the few remaining needle marks.

Morataya held his hands in her own, her gaze lingering on the faint mark, then lowered her head and gently placed a kiss on it.

The marks disappeared. Morataya looked at the back of her hand for a few seconds, then looked up at herself on the hospital bed, her red lips parting slightly as she murmured silently.

"Only superficial wounds can be healed..."

After a long silence, she reached out and gently covered the wound on her abdomen. Her hand shimmered with a fine light, indicating that the wound was gradually healing halfway.

But she didn't forget to add an illusion on top of it.

Having done all this, Morataya got up and left.

Back in her new home, she divided a bouquet of roses into several smaller portions and placed them in different vases.

Then he took out a black notebook, opened it to a page, and stamped an 'END' mark on it.

Before turning to the next page, two lines of text could be vaguely made out:

Deceased: Mayumi Hirayama, Kota Kamijou.

Cause of death: greed and jealousy.

Looking at the blank page, Morataya rested her chin on her hand and pondered.

"Forget it, let's just let things happen naturally as they come."

She raised her hand to cover her lips and yawned, then put the notebook away.

A small black shadow ran in through the window and skillfully jumped into Morataya's arms.

Smoothing the fur of the black cat in her arms, Morataya produced a few dried fish in her hand.

After being fed, the little black cat yawned, wagged its tail, and then closed its eyes and fell fast asleep in her arms.

Morataya looked down at it, a slight smile playing on her lips, and a soft laugh escaped her throat. "You really are free and carefree."

...

Time passed in silence, and the sun, following the laws of nature, pushed aside the moon, briefly occupying half of the sky.

A blonde girl got out of a taxi, holding a black cat in her arms, and walked into the supermarket.

A young man wearing a hat turned around and glanced at her, then nudged a dark-skinned young man next to him who was also wearing a hat.

Amuro Tooru looked in the direction he indicated, and paused for a moment when he saw the girl clearly.

Although I had heard Vermouth say that they looked alike, I never imagined they would look this similar.

Seeing the shock on Amuro Tooru's face, Behringer raised his eyebrows slightly, then pulled his hat down a bit, only to turn his head and see Ran and Corgi.

Behrfinger: ...

Oh my, what a coincidence!

Morataya smoothed the hair behind her ear and her gaze fell on a man who was not far from her and was dressed warmly in the summer.

A slight smile curved her lips, and a gray light flashed in her eyes.

The man suddenly felt himself moving uncontrollably, just then Xiaolan's voice came, drawing Morataya's attention.

"Miss Kuno?"

Morataya turned her head in confusion and saw that Xiaolan and the others' expressions had suddenly changed.

"Miss Kuno, watch out behind you!"

Morataya turned back in confusion, paused for a moment, then instinctively stepped back and raised her hand to block.