Unfortunately, his father didn't change at all; he was still the same, often making unreasonable and willful demands on him.
Three years ago, he believed this was evidence that his father treated him as his own son.
He later learned that this was evidence that his father viewed him as a tool to be used.
That's why he carried out his revenge plan on the third anniversary of his wife's death, which is today, a day of special significance.
The streetlights flashed past the car window.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Hiroto Akashi stared blankly at the hazy rain scene outside the window, as if his thoughts had merged into the rainy night.
No one but himself knows what he is thinking.
...
After washing up, Guangyou went straight to bed.
He did want to change into a different set of pajamas.
Unfortunately, all his pajamas and changes of clothes were in the car.
The car had already been swept away by the river to who knows where.
He turned to the side, looked at the wall separating the two rooms, and took out his phone.
Everyone slept in separate rooms, one room for each boy and one room for each girl.
The two rooms are separated by a thin wall.
It was already very late, and Kōyū wasn't in the mood to chat with Ai. He just wanted to say goodnight to her again.
Along with "Goodnight," he also sent Ai a selfie he had just taken.
The text message had only been sent a few seconds before Kōyū received a reply from Ai.
The message was as simple as ever; I just said goodnight to him.
"Looks like I'll have a good dream tonight." Guangyou smiled, put his phone aside, and closed his eyes.
He hadn't closed his eyes for long when he opened them again and picked up his phone—he felt it suddenly vibrate.
There is an unread text message.
The text message contained no text, just a selfie of Ai Haibara at that moment.
"It's a pity the resolution is too low." Guangyou complained about the photo not being clear enough, but the smile on his face didn't lie.
Suppressing the urge to reply, Kōyū glanced at Ai's bedtime photo and placed his phone beside the bed.
Close your eyes and get ready to sleep.
...
In the room separated by only one wall, Ai lay in bed, holding her phone, looking at the bedtime photos the boy had sent her, a smile appearing on her lips.
A moment later, Ai put her phone aside and closed her beautiful eyes.
At the same time, she parted her cherry lips slightly, as if speaking to herself, and also as if speaking to the boy next door:
"Good night."
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