Overnight, fluttering snowflakes carrying a beautiful silver-white color swept across the entire Tokyo. A thick layer of snow was scattered on the roofs, and the streets were also silver-white.

The faint morning light has done its job responsibly to illuminate a corner of the sky, but the city is still asleep and has not yet awakened.

The black-haired boy sat cross-legged in the dark ward, his face facing the window. The dawn in the distance was also facing him, generously showing him the beauty of the early morning.

The weather in Tokyo is really weird.

Kudo thought with a blank expression.

During the time he was in the hospital, he experienced almost all weather conditions of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Sometimes it was early summer the night before and late autumn the next day.

Most importantly, the quilt on his bed did not change with the unpredictable weather and had to be replaced manually.

But Kudo didn't have the intelligence to predict the weather - or whether he did or not, he didn't have time to change his bedding according to the weather.

After all, he himself survives by relying on others.

All this resulted in his cold getting better and worse, worse and better, over and over again, and it was never completely cured.

Going back and forth like this, Kudo stayed in the hospital for two whole weeks - but recently the weather seems to have stabilized, without switching back and forth between summer and winter. He has also recovered almost smoothly, and will be discharged from the hospital today.

Even though he had no requirements for accommodation and had no aversion to hospitals, he was still fed up with going back and forth like this.

Just like the laboratory at that time, day after day was monotonous, he could guess the next day's schedule with his eyes closed.

And it seems like there is no end, hope comes and goes, goes and comes again.

After so many times, he also learned to stop holding out hope... But it was just a cold, so Kudo would not go to such lengths.

In the dark sky outside the window, the sun and the moon occupy each side. The translucent moon and the dazzling sun are similar yet different.

But for him, all of them are indispensable.

Kudo lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the sky.

He could not lose either Ai or Yang...but now, he only has the Moon left.

You can be discharged from the hospital today.

Kudo quickly adjusted his thoughts and looked into the distance expressionlessly. The dark sky with the light of the moon and the sun was imprinted in his eyes.