Chapter 70
Seeing this scene, Kurosawa Shiran felt a voice screaming wildly in her mind, but no sound came out of her throat. It was as if someone had plunged an ice pick into her heart, causing excruciating pain.
He could only hear his own increasingly heavy breathing and the constant muttering in his mind.
"Kill them, kill them all..."
But killing people indiscriminately will make my sister angry.
He held the person tightly, yet it was as if he was holding onto nothing at all.
Gradually, it felt like something was blocking his chest, and the pain made it hard for him to breathe. Finally, he coughed up blood.
He recalled yesterday's intimacy; she was still smiling as she hugged him, promising to stay with him forever. She had made promises time and time again, so why did it have to end like this? Those images flashed through his mind, each one carrying warmth, but now, only a cold, deathly silence and boundless grief remained.
It turns out none of that mattered; she was just abandoning him once again...
At this moment, Kurosawa Shiran felt pain even when breathing, and could no longer distinguish anything. His gaze subconsciously fell on the gun on the waist of the police officer next to him, thinking that it wouldn't matter if he killed everyone here.
Then, he suddenly heard Sato shout, "He's still breathing! Quick, doctor!"
Kurosawa Shiran let go of the person and handed them over to the medical staff. Looking down at her blood-soaked clothes, she wanted to follow, but was stopped by the military police.
A person standing still looks like an abandoned puppy.
Sato followed the military police and medical personnel into the ambulance, glanced back at Kurosawa Shiran, and closed the door without saying anything.
Damian stood downstairs, watching the panicked medical staff and military police, lost in thought for a moment, until Kurosawa Shiran stood in front of him covered in blood, and he realized what had happened.
Rina was lying to him!
Damian squeezed his eyes shut and was speechless for a moment.
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Five days later, before the morning mist had even dissipated in Yokohama, a long queue had already formed outside the farewell hall of the city's funeral home.
Takeshi Suzuki held a memorial service in the auditorium.
A group of people, dressed in dark coats and clutching chrysanthemums in their hands, walked solemnly into the farewell hall.
The white lettering on the black funeral couplet stood out against the dark background. Below the couplet, the coffin lay quietly among flowers, surrounded by wreaths from various organizations and groups. White chrysanthemums and their fragrance, mixed with a faint scent of sandalwood, filled the air with a solemn atmosphere.
Several elderly people with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, gathered around the eulogy and read it aloud. When they got emotional, they took out handkerchiefs to wipe their eyes.
The memorial service officially began at 9:00 a.m.
Miyako followed her colleagues to the coffin to lay flowers. She had only taken a few steps when the phone in her police uniform pocket rang.
Normally, she would silence her phone in this kind of situation, but Sato called early this morning to say he couldn't come today.
How can a police officer simply refuse to attend the mayor's memorial service?
Miyako was worried that something might have gone wrong, so she called him from outside the hall to ask what was going on, but he kept refusing to answer.
That day, Rina had an accident on the rooftop. Two bullets grazed her heart, and she remained unconscious in the hospital. Sato witnessed the scene and was left with considerable psychological trauma. He even submitted his resignation several times, but fortunately, the chief stopped him and ordered him to recuperate at home, and arranged for a psychologist to provide counseling.
As a colleague, Miyako had always been worried about his condition, but unexpectedly, due to a moment of carelessness, he called her at this critical juncture, making her the center of attention.
She rushed out with the phone in her hand, but before she even reached the door, she heard the person on the other end say, "The transfer vehicle has been hijacked."
She hadn't forgotten that today was the day Natsume Rina was transferred to another hospital.
Miyako asked, "What happened?"
Sato mumbled, "I don't know, it might be the mafia."
Miyako was almost certain of the answer in her mind, "It couldn't be that person, could it?"
“Mrs. Kasuga is also very worried about her. Why don’t you go there yourself?” Sato paused slightly. Although he had repeatedly warned her before the plan was implemented, he was still worried that Kurosawa Shiran might kill the police car. He decided to go and see for himself. “I have to go now. You can go ahead and do your work.”
Before Miyako could even finish saying "hello," the other person hung up the phone as if they were in a hurry to be reborn.
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In October, the clouds over the Thames in London resembled damp cotton wool, and a light drizzle often fell. If indoor ventilation was not maintained, a faint musty smell would emanate from the room.
The boy, holding a long-handled black umbrella, arrived at a cake shop on Charing Cross Road, bought the latest new products, and was on his way back when a fine drizzle suddenly began to fall from the sky.
The little girl, carrying a bouquet of roses, ran too fast and accidentally bumped into him. "Sorry!"
Kurosawa Shiran glanced at her indifferently and then walked away.
The little girl paused for a moment, bent down to pick up the unlabeled medicine bottle from the ground, and said, "Big brother, you dropped your medicine."
Kurosawa Shiran was slightly distracted, but after a moment, she reached out and took the item.
The sedative had such severe side effects that even his five senses became numb. But that was for the best; it prevented him from going insane and doing something irreversible.
But the doctor said that if he continued to suppress his emotions for a long time, he would be close to going insane.
When the girl handed it over, her fingertips accidentally touched his hand, and she subconsciously said, "Big brother, your hands are so cold."
Kurosawa Shiran said nothing and turned to leave.
The girl ran up to him again, took a bright red rose from the bouquet, and gave it to him. "Big brother, something lucky is sure to happen today!"
Is this a good thing?
Pedestrians hurried past on the street, but Kurosawa Shiran's heart still skipped a beat uncontrollably. He couldn't hide the red in his eyes as he stared at her slender neck for a moment before taking the rose from her hand.
When I got back to the apartment and opened the door, a cool breeze hit me.
He remembered closing the windows when he left, and at that time, no servants would come to clean.
Kurosawa Shiran realized something, and her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it difficult to even breathe.
He carried his things and ran upstairs.
The warm orange light enveloped a figure in pajamas. Seemingly hearing a noise, the figure turned around and their eyes met.
Everything before her eyes felt like a dream. Kurosawa Shiran stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on her, no longer daring to move forward, afraid that the dream, so vivid, would vanish if she got too close.
He had experienced this scene far too many times.
I really can't hold on much longer.
Rina casually sized him up and asked, "Who are you?"
Kurosawa Shiran was taken aback, walked over without saying a word, and pulled the person into his arms.
Uneven breathing fell beside her ear, and Rina's heart pounded wildly in her left chest. She tried to search her memory but found it blank. Her chest felt like it was blocked by countless spiderwebs that stretched out in all directions. Only the burning body temperature and rapid heartbeat told her that the person in front of her was very important.
"you......"
After an unknown amount of time, Kurosawa Shiran's violent pounding made his chest ache. He wanted to say something, but found his throat tight and he couldn't speak at all. He could only hold her tightly, feeling her breath and warmth.
I checked again and again—this is not a dream.
After a while, the person in his arms stirred, and he finally found his voice, which still carried a hint of bitterness, "...your husband."
Rina's pupils widened slightly, and she pushed the person away, completely dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere.
She frowned at him and said, "How could I possibly eat such tender grass?"
Kurosawa Shiran's eyes were already red, and now, in her excitement, they looked like a rabbit's, with a pitiful expression. "Sister, it's just that you're dating a younger man!"
They probably ate rabbit meat.
Seeing that he was about to shed tears, Rina felt inexplicably flustered.
She instinctively clutched her chest, and upon seeing the ring on her hand, she couldn't help but hiss.
Upon seeing this, Kurosawa Shiran's already sickly face paled even more, and she hurriedly asked, "Sister, is your heart not feeling well? I'll go call the doctor!"
"No need," Rina raised her hand to stop him, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe. But upon closer reflection, she realized that everything before her made sense.
The room's decor, the clothes in the walk-in closet, the fruits, vegetables, and desserts in the refrigerator, the balcony overflowing with flowers...
She likes them all.
And his reactions, the emotions in his eyes, don't lie.
Lina watched his every move, and her heart ached with a bittersweet pain.
Especially the moment he went upstairs, his empty chest felt as if it had suddenly been filled with something.
Her heart seemed to be entirely focused on this person, but she was still a little uncertain, "...Are we really married?"
Kurosawa Shiran stared intently at her: "Sister, you're going to renege on your promise? You're going to abandon me after we've slept together."
"How could I be that kind of person?" Rina raised her hand to wipe the water droplets from his hair, her eyes darting away. "I was just worried that you're underage."
“My sister didn’t ask me that question when she kissed me,” Kurosawa Shiran leaned down, pressing her forehead against Rina’s, her gaze fixed intently on her, her voice slightly hoarse, “Two years, sister, I’ve missed you for two years…”
Rina has fair skin and a cool, otherworldly air about her, but because of one sentence he said, her ears and neck turned bright red.
The rain outside the window was falling heavily, the raindrops hitting the glass and winding streaks along the windowsill. A warm yellow floor lamp was on in the room, and the dim light, along with the sound of the rain, seeped in, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
The wind picked up again, and the raindrops felt cool and damp on my skin.
The two locked eyes, and within moments, the atmosphere became ambiguous and heated.
Kurosawa Shiran leaned forward slightly, one hand bracing against the windowsill behind her, the other gently supporting the back of her neck, her fingertips tracing the skin with a cautious, tentative touch.
Rina's back was pressed against the windowsill, the cool touch coming from her spine, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the heat of his body.
The faint scent of mint lingered around his nose, and Rina's breathing slowed involuntarily. She could only stare at his face as it drew closer and closer.
His eyelashes were long, casting a light shadow under his eyes when they drooped down. His eyes held a burning intensity, yet his voice was as soft as a feather, “Sister, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.”
The moment he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her.
The warm yellow light fell on the two intertwined shadows.
The rain outside the window fell even harder, but the sound of raindrops hitting the glass became indistinct. All that remained in Rina's mind was the warm touch between her lips and teeth.
Kurosawa Shiran's first kiss was very light, with an awkward tenderness, as if afraid of breaking some rare treasure, but it couldn't help but deepen, as if she wanted to knead all the longing and torment of the past two years into this kiss and let her know.
Lina couldn't quite describe the feeling, but instead of pushing him away, she grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Immediately afterwards, my stomach growled, which was quite inconvenient.
Rina blinked slowly, then smiled and asked, "Can you cook?"
Kurosawa Shiran: "What would you like to eat, sister?"
Rina raised an eyebrow: "You often stay here?"
Kurosawa Shiran stared at her eyes, which flashed with a smile, and suddenly felt wronged: "...wandering around."
"Ah, so it's a stray little rabbit, so adorable," Rina wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes with her fingertips, still smiling, "Then it's mine from now on."
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