His father never cooked at home.
Therefore, he and his wife were responsible for the family's meals.
Before the accident happened, and before he knew the truth, he often prepared meals with his wife in the kitchen.
Sometimes he would be in charge of cooking, while his wife helped out.
Occasionally, the two would switch roles, with his wife cooking and him helping out.
The kitchen was filled with the two of them laughing and chatting.
There's not much to do in the deep mountains, but the time he spends with his family and loved ones brings him joy and contentment.
pity...
An accident three years ago destroyed everything.
Whether it was the family he had loved deeply since childhood, or the woman he met and fell in love with later in life through tennis.
It's all gone, all gone!
The laughter and joy of yesteryear seem to still echo in my ears, but the people are long gone, leaving only a series of illusory dreams.
For the past three years, he has often dreamed of the past, of the day he heard those words, and then he would suddenly wake up from the dream.
When he woke up, he found his forehead covered in sweat.
He even wondered if he was wrong.
He once told his wife that his father had given him a warm home, and he was very grateful to his father and wanted to repay his kindness.
I've said it more than once.
Therefore, under his influence, his wife also felt grateful to his father.
As a result, the couple always indulged his father, trying their best to fulfill any request he made.
If he hadn't met his wife;
If he hadn't moved here as his father had wanted, but instead continued to live in downtown Tokyo where it was convenient to see a doctor and shop;
If his wife hadn't been like him, constantly indulging his father's unreasonable and willful demands, and had simply refused on the grounds of illness...
Will all of this change?
His wife also has parents, relatives, and friends.
But because of her own actions, she left this world at such a young age, forever leaving behind her parents, relatives, and friends.
I am willing to separate from my family and friends in Tokyo;
She was willing to move with him to this remote mountain area where there were few people and life was still very troublesome;
Willing to repay the kindness together...
She was such a good person; she shouldn't have ended up like this.
It's all because of him.
"I'm sorry..." Hiroto Akashi didn't rush to take out the beer. He just paced back and forth in the small kitchen, saying this.
No one in the living room urged them on.
Even if he was the murderer in this case, it is enough to make people sigh at his pitiful background.
He has now confessed to being the murderer and has not shown any intention of resisting.
There were police officers guarding outside, although only one or two officers were guarding the door due to the location. Uncle Mori was also inside.
His arrest is a foregone conclusion.
Therefore, everyone "indulged" this poor person once.
They agreed to let him have a sip of beer before he was arrested.
Even though he hasn't brought out the beer yet, no one has urged him to.
However, they won't let him continue like this. If it drags on for too long, they will still use some coercive measures to take him away.
At the living room table, Kōyū didn't look at Akashi Hiroto in the kitchen like the others. Instead, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed:
"Sigh...what a pity..."
“If he had some connections and could have contacted me beforehand, I might have taken the job and handled it for him without him having to take responsibility.”
He truly felt sorry for Akashi Hiroto.
It's such a waste to have wasted more than ten years of my life because of that old bastard Akashi Yano.
It would be much better to let someone with expertise like him handle it.
It will be absolutely clean and efficient, and will not involve Hiroto Akashi.
However, most people don't actually have the opportunity to meet someone like him.
His words were somewhat inappropriate.
Hearing this, Ai paused slightly in her book-turning motion, not turning the page. She looked up at Kōyū beside her and asked softly:
Are you still involved in those kinds of things?
"No." Kōyū looked at Ai, shook his head, and said, "Why go back after finally getting out?"
"Hmm." Ai got the answer, but she still didn't take her eyes off Kousuke, as if she was still waiting for something.
"Moreover, I now have a reason to come out and never go back in."
As he said these words, Kōyū was still looking at Ai.
A genuine smile still lingered at the corner of his mouth.
"Start over?" Ai asked calmly.
“Let’s start over,” Kōyū replied affirmatively.
"Hmm." Ai nodded, then lowered her head to continue reading. She then added, "For you, starting over is the best option."
"Yes, I know." Guangyou really liked the feeling of being cared for by someone he cared about, and his smile widened slightly.
After taking a sip of the warm water in his teacup, he added:
"The same goes for you."
"Um."
Ai, who was looking down at her book, also had a smile on her lips, just like Kōyū.
She also enjoys the feeling of being cared for.
Glancing at the girl in front of him, who was looking down at her book with a smile on her lips, Guangyou turned back, smiled, and took another sip of water.
The reasons can be complex, or they can be very simple.
That world wasn't great to begin with, filled with the most primitive survival rules:
The law of the jungle prevails.
Now that he's finally able to get away completely, Guangyou must be crazy to go back to that place.
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