Chapter 67

Amamiya Ruisei didn't know how he finally left the hospital and returned home.

He sat alone on the sofa, the snow he brought into the house from the outside world gradually melted because of the heat, wetting his clothes and his hair. There were two drops of water hanging on his eyelashes, which fell when the young man lowered his eyes, sliding from his cheeks to his lapels, as if he was crying.

It was already midnight and Christmas had passed quietly. The Christmas present he had given to Tsushima Shuji in the morning was still on the table. It was beautifully wrapped and he didn't even have time to open it to see what was inside.

Amamiya Reizo stared blankly at the gift box.

There was a brooch in there.

The young man went to the jewelry store himself to choose it, and it took him nearly an hour to choose the color he thought was most suitable for Tsushima Shuji. The emerald green gemstones inlaid on it were dazzling and eye-catching, and very beautiful under the light, exuding a vibrant aura from the inside out, fresh and enthusiastic, and containing his sincere wishes for Tsushima Shuji.

Whatever you want to do, I will support you.

If you ask me for help, I will save you.

I hope... you can live well.

But he forgot that his idea was contrary to Tsushima Shuji's wish. For a person who is pursuing death, living well is probably an unspeakable heavy burden.

For him, and for Tsushima Shuji, it's all the same.

Amemiya Reizo looked away in a daze and looked at other things in the house. Strictly speaking, he had not lived here for a very long time. He had spent more than three months lying in a coma in the hospital. But to him, this place was still his and Tsushima Shuji's home.

There are traces of their lives here. On the coffee table are their two water cups, on the sofa are the pillows they bought, and under the TV are the potted plants they raised. Every place and every corner has been carefully arranged by them.

He thought that no matter how difficult life was, he would try his best to live well and healthily, and live with the people who mattered to him.

He thought that he could see his beloved children grow up, become adults, go to college, get jobs, start families, and live happily in this world after getting rid of the shadow of their original families.

But he seemed to have screwed it all up.

He seemed to have never understood Tsushima Shuji. He misunderstood the other party's meaning from beginning to end, and arbitrarily imposed his own ideas on the other party, causing both parties immense pain.

Amemiya Reizo looked down at his hands. There were still some unwashed blood stains in the gaps between his nails. They were from when he touched the boy's injured head after rushing down from the rooftop.

He was so scared. He was afraid of death, afraid of his own death and the death of others. The bright red color flashed into his eyes, making him dizzy and nauseous, and trembling with fear.

Amamiya Ruisei had to admit that he could no longer continue to stick to his ideas.

He needs to... face the consequences of his separation from Tsushima Shuji.

The next day, Amamiya Ruisei returned to the hospital to find Tsushima Shuji.

"Give it to me, I'll change the dressing for Shuji-kun." Amemiya Rei took the bandage and medicine from the nurse, knocked on the door and walked into the ward.

Tsushima Shuji was sitting on the bed reading a book. When he heard the door open, he looked up. After seeing Amamiya Raisei, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Sir... What's going on?"

"Is there nothing I can't come to see you?"

Amamiya Leisheng smiled and put the medicine on the table: "Come, I will help you change the medicine."

Tsushima Shuji looked at him intently for a while before silently extending his arm to him.

The hand that was not broken inevitably had bruises and scratches, and Amamiya Leisei gently untied the original bandages and threw them away, simply wiped the dirty areas, and reapplied the medicine.

"Actually, just leave it to the nurse. There's no need for Mr. Amamiya to come." Tsushima Shuji said.

"It's not necessary at all. It's just a change of medicine. When you are discharged from the hospital, you will need someone to help you change it."

Amamiya Reizo forced a smile and said, "Does Shuji-kun think that my bandage-tying skills are not good enough?"

"I don't have such an idea. Sir, you are very experienced."

Tsushima Shuji said, "It's just that Chief Taneda and I have applied for it. After I am discharged from the hospital, I will go abroad to study and will not be in the country. Given Mr.'s physical condition and status, he probably can't be with me."

Amamiya Rei's smile froze.

Huh?

"...going abroad?" He was a little flustered. "Really? Why so suddenly? Are you going alone? What about Oda-kun and Ango-kun?"

"They will go abroad to find me after they finish the entrance exam for junior high school." Tsushima Shuji paused, "Other esper will follow me, don't worry."

"I-I know."

The young man lowered his eyes: "If that's the case, then you have to take good care of yourself. Remember to go to bed early and get up early. Remember to eat three meals a day and eat them seriously. Don't just eat them casually. You are still growing up. Be careful not to grow too tall. Bring enough clothes and pay attention to the temperature. Don't catch a cold..."

Amamiya Reisei explained word by word, his words gradually becoming stuttered, with sobs that could not be concealed: "You are alone in a foreign country, no one is watching you, be careful when you go to find the answer, don't die, don't die, be well, cherish your life, live well."

As he spoke, blood flowed out of his mouth again. He was shaking as he held Tsushima Shuji's hand and lowered his head. The smell of blood entered his nostrils and corroded him bit by bit.

"Sir," Tsushima Shuji pulled his hand out, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the corner of Amamiya Rei's mouth, "You always tell me to cherish my life, even though you don't care about yourself."

Amemiya Rei's voice was harsh: "I, this is natural to me, how can I control it? You see I used to be so lively, and I was always vomiting blood, anyway, I couldn't die, but you——"

"You should take more care of yourself."

Tsushima Shuji clenched the tissue in his hand: "...Yes, I will."

"Good-bye, sir."

…

After helping Tsushima Shuji change the medicine, Amamiya Keisei left the ward and stood at the door in a daze.

[Host…] The system spoke weakly, [Although this mission is likely to fail, we have collected a lot of energy. We can move on to the next mission. There is still a chance. The host's body can continue to support it. Don't give up, host. Don't you want to live the most?]

Amamiya Raisei: […System, you are here.]

[Host.] The system's voice was very soft, a little anxious, and comforted, [Host, don't worry. I still have a few tasks in my task library. There will always be tasks that can be completed. The host can definitely survive. I can take care of the vest in this world. Wait, wait until the host's body recovers and there is no need to worry about his life. You can come back to this world. Then you can find a way to reconcile with Tsushima Shuji. It's totally fine.]

Amamiya Reizo's expression was dazed, but after a moment, he actually laughed out loud.

They are both such stubborn people, one is obsessed with wanting to survive, the other is going further and further on the road of searching for answers. Their paths are completely opposite, but they will never look back.

[I think we can’t make peace.]