And, as he said...
He had a reason for leaving that world and never wanting to go back.
There are still people he cares about here.
"This vacation was alright, even though something went wrong, it was still manageable." With that thought, Guangyou finished the water in his glass in one gulp.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
"Mr. Hiroto, what are you doing?!" Uncle Mori shouted as he saw Hiroto Akashi's actions in the kitchen.
"Calm down and let's talk this out!"
…
Let's go back a few minutes.
In the kitchen, Hiroto Akashi looks at everything in the kitchen, thinking about the past.
The house will be sealed off after he is arrested.
It will definitely be more than ten years before he comes out.
Can this house withstand the elements and the ravages of more than a decade?
Will he find a ruin when the time comes?
He already had the answers to these questions in his heart.
So, while these things are still as he remembers them, he wants to look at them more, lest he forget them later.
If conditions allowed, he would have liked to walk around the house, exploring every corner.
As he walked, Hiroto Akashi suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave.
However, he knew he had made a mistake and was going to be arrested.
Behind him were gleaming silver handcuffs; whenever he stepped out of the kitchen, he would find himself wearing a pair of "jewelry."
He deserved it.
He can't keep walking around in the kitchen forever.
In a few minutes at most, he would have to go out.
Thinking of this, Akashi Hiroto stopped trying to reminisce over the objects and took out the beer he should have taken out earlier from the cabinet.
"Pfft~"
The can was opened, and Hiroto Akashi watched the foam coming out of the can before taking a sip.
The bitter beer flowed down his throat, as if into his heart.
His emotions had already calmed down considerably.
This time, his tears were well-behaved; not only did they not fall, they didn't even appear in his eyes.
My eyes were just slightly red and my nose was a little sore.
Just as he was about to take another sip, something on the table caught his attention.
He stood there, beer can in hand, slightly stunned.
Then, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and drew a knife from the knife rack.
The blade gleamed with a chilling light under the lamp.
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