Uncle Kyosuke removed his hand from [Mysterious Eyes], and a trickle of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth again.
He looked at the two figures leaving the window for a moment, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and returned his gaze to the face of the young man lying on the bed.
His eyes gradually softened.
Under the dark sky, the city outside the window was dead silent, with only the rumbling thunder echoing in the distance. The dazzling blue light surged in the center of the city, illuminating a corner of the dim house from time to time.
Uncle Kyosuke sat beside the snow-white bed. The flashing lightning outside the window projected his back onto the wall. He was like a tall and strong giant, quietly standing by the side of the white-haired boy.
After a long time, he slowly stood up and moved towards the desk beside him.
He supported the table with both hands and sat down on the chair with difficulty. His fingers were shaking uncontrollably and his body was at the limit.
A faint golden light flickered on the hilt of [Mi Tong], and after a moment, Uncle Kyosuke's figure shook and returned to his original appearance.
His current physical condition is no longer sufficient to support him to change his appearance.
Beside the desk under the night sky, a skinny old man with withered white hair sat there quietly and picked up the pen tremblingly.
That is Yuuri Heizhe's true appearance now.
He didn't have that clean black short hair, he didn't have that handsome face, he didn't have that straight waist... He sat there with his back hunched, strands of gray spots emerged on the surface of his skin, and under the wrinkles and layers of spots was an old face that was terminally ill.
He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror on the table, a bitter smile appearing on his cracked lips.
He also said that he wanted to die like a good father... He looks so miserable now.
But he still shook his head, holding the pen in his gray-spotted right hand, and tremblingly wrote lines on the white paper in front of him:
"Takishiro, I'm sorry.
Originally, I wanted to tell you these things in person, but I was afraid that my physical condition would not allow you to wake up, so I decided to leave this note..."
Dazzling lightning flashed in the distant night sky. The roar of explosions mixed with thunder surged in the dead silent night sky. The white-haired, seriously ill old man sat at the table, as if completely isolated from the world, writing his thoughts with difficulty but seriously.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly put down the pen in his hand, and a hint of relief finally appeared in his cloudy eyes.
He felt relieved.
Yuuri Heizhe turned around, glanced at Yuuri Takishiro who was still in a coma, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
He placed the letter and [Mysterious Eyes] at the head of Yuuri Takishiro's bed, slowly stood up, put on the black coat on the hanger, and pushed open the heavy door while coughing.
Snap——!
The door closed and the room fell into silence again.
Amid the strong wind and thunder, Yuli Heizhe hunched his body and walked slowly into the distance.
He didn't want Yuuri Takishiro to see him like this.
Regardless of whether he was a father or the former top gigolo in Japan, he would not allow himself to die in front of Yuuri Takishiro in this way.
If a child wakes up and sees his father's cold body...how big of a blow would that be to Yuuri Takishiro?
So, he decided to leave, go to some unknown corner alone, and die quietly.
Perhaps after the storm has subsided, someone will find an unidentified body of a person who died of illness on the street, and perhaps they will call the police and handle the case, but that’s all.
No one would know that the name of this corpse was Yuuri Kurozhe.
No one would know that he was the father of a girl and a boy, and no one would know that he was once the brightest star in the Tokyo gigolo world.
After reading the letter, in Yuuri Takishiro's heart, his father is Kyosuke, the tall, handsome man who is willing to play games with him and make delicious curry pork cutlet rice for him... Even if that is not what Yuuri Kurozhe really looks like, it is enough for him!
What Yuuri Kurozhe wanted was to leave an impression that Yuuri Takishiro, who had never seen his father, would not be disliked.
He is in such a mess now...
In the letter, he not only admitted that Uncle Kyousuke was Yuri Takishiro's father, but also wrote down everything that happened that year, including Yuri's existence and where she was...
As long as Yuri Takishiro reads this letter, he will immediately know the whole story. It doesn’t matter whether he forgives himself or not, but at least Yuri Kurozhe hopes that his daughter and son can finally get along well.
Amid the cold wind and thunder, Yuuri Heizhe wrapped his thin coat tightly around him. The severe pain made him lean against the wall uncontrollably, hunching over and coughing violently.
He coughed heart-wrenchingly.
After coughing, he sat down weakly against the wall. He looked up in the direction of the low house and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This ending...although a little sad, but his goal was still achieved.
He had met his son and lived with him for a period of time. Although he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, at least he had appeared in his life, even if it was only for a few short days.
only……
In the end, I didn't even hear Takishiro calling me father...
Yuri Heizhe sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes in the cold wind...
At this moment, a figure suddenly broke through the void and stepped in front of Yuri Hei Zhe.
The long snow-white hair danced in the cold wind. The tall boy stood under the night sky, his cross-shaped pupils staring at the skinny and seriously ill old man on the street. There was deep confusion and pain in his eyes.
The moment he appeared, the cold wind and thunder completely disappeared around him.
The sudden silence made Yuuri Heizhe, whose consciousness was gradually sinking, struggle to come back to his senses. His cloudy eyes slowly raised up, and when he saw the figure standing in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Yuuri Takishiro squatted down and looked at Yuuri Heizhe who was sitting on the ground with complicated eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his arms and gently held the skinny white-haired old man in his arms.
He opened his lips slightly:
"Father...I'm late."
Yuuri Heizhe's body trembled violently.
Under the night sky filled with lightning, on a street corner where no one was paying attention, a tall young man hugged a hunchbacked old man, his shadow dragged very long by the lightning...
Yuri Heizhe opened his cracked lips and spoke hoarsely:
"Why...are you here?"
"I can see your red dot on the map. I can find you easily from this distance." Yuri Takishiro hugged him tightly and said softly.
"Father, your son is more powerful than you think..."
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