Chapter 211 Qiong’s Mood (2/5 Guaranteed)

Chapter 211 Qiong’s mood (25 guaranteed)

Aokiji hurriedly wiped her tears, took out a few pieces of tissue paper from the coffee table in the living room, and wiped them gently for her. His tone was gentle and heartbreaking: "I understand, Qiong, it doesn't matter, I'm here, I've always been there. Woolen cloth."

Qiong couldn't bear it any longer, so he got into Aokiji's arms, hugged his waist, and cried out: "Woo"

Aokiji froze in place at a loss, Qiong's cheek pressed tightly against his heart. He could even feel the softness and coldness of her cheek, and her breathing when she cried could be felt clearly by her sensitive skin. Chu.

Aokiji's arms froze in the air for a while, and then he carefully placed his palm on the back of Qiong's head, gently stroking her silver hair: "It's okay, don't be afraid, Qiong."

What his fingertips touched seemed not to be hair, but Aokiji felt that the hair was as smooth as a silver ribbon.

Qiong was still sobbing, but her nose was filled with the delicious smell of Aokiji. His powerful heartbeat sounded so clearly in her ears for the first time. A sense of peace that she had never felt before gradually diluted her heart. of uneasiness and fear.

"Si" she said with a pleading voice that was a bit coquettish: "I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of. I'm here." Aokiji knew that she was just uneasy, so he just repeated his words over and over again and hugged her tightly with one hand.

Her thin body was like hugging a ball of cotton tightly, as light and fluttery as if it would disappear when a gust of wind blows.

After a long time, Qiong's muffled crying finally calmed down. Aoki Si breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his arms, looked at her eyes that were swollen from crying, and gently stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that had not yet drained from her face.

"Si" Qiong allowed Aoki Si's fingers to rub his face and wipe away his tears. He looked at his face dreamily, with indescribably complicated eyes: "Is there still a day when I can be cured?"

"Yes! I will!" Aokiji nodded firmly: "I will cure you, Qiong, believe me, give me another month, just one month, I will definitely be able to start treating you, and I will It’s going to get better, trust me, it’s going to get better.”

"Then when can I go to school with Si?" Qiong looked at Si Aoki's face with a bit of hope in his eyes.

"School starts in the second year of high school at the latest." Aokiji wiped away her tears, put a tissue on her little nose, and asked her to blow her nose.

Qiong cooperated and let him take care of her like a child. She just stared into Aoki Si's eyes like a clingy little animal: "Really?"

"Yes!" Aokiji nodded seriously and pinched her cheek gently. Her skin was as elastic and soft as jelly. He smiled and said, "Trust me."

Qiong nodded seriously and said in a positive tone: "Okay."

Her eyes looked at Aoki Si, not evading, but full of inquiry - as if she was really sure of Aoki Si's mind.

Looking at her appearance, Aokiji knew that she had finally settled down. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled easily: "Idiot, you suddenly started crying and scared me."

Qiong's face turned red involuntarily: "The medicine on the back has been applied, but you can apply it on the wound on the front yourself."

After saying that, she stood up in a panic. Perhaps because she was too anxious, she almost fell. Thanks to Aokiji's quick eyesight and quick help, she stood up straight and trotted up the stairs with a red face. Upstairs.

Watching her disappear into the entrance, the gentle smile on Aokiji's face gradually calmed down. He silently picked up the ointment and smeared the wound in front of him, put a band-aid on his face, closed the medical box and put it back. At the same place, he sat tiredly on the sofa, and even breathing felt a little laborious.

"Aokiji must keep working hard." Aokiji murmured to himself, looked at the ceiling, struggled to open his eyes, and sighed.

At this time, Qiong opened the door, got into the room, locked the door, leaned weakly on the door, and slowly slid to the ground, covering his heart and breathing heavily, he was still shy just now. Only pain and helplessness remained on the smiling face.

She crawled to the bedside almost squirming on the ground, tremblingly took out the pill bottle from the bedside table, and without looking for water, she chewed the pills a few times and swallowed them.

Qiong, who was lying on the ground, rested his thin arms on his pillow, and panted awkwardly on the floor for a long time before he managed to straighten up, put the medicine bottle back in place, got up tiredly, and lay down on the bed.

Staring at the ceiling, Qiong felt that she had shed tears again. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to wipe away a few times, but found that the tears were getting more and more. Finally, she simply covered her face with the quilt and cried softly.

"Si, please heal me quickly. I'm so scared."

Her helpless cry for help floated in the air, trapped in the narrow room until it dissipated and never came out.

For a long time, the tears dried up.

Qiong's eyes were open and he held the black rabbit doll beside the bed to his chest, his vision was a little wandering.

As if she had thought of something, she moved the pillow away. On the head of the bed, which was covered by the pillow, there was a photo of Tsukasa Aoki.

With her head pressed, Aokiji's smile was extremely bright. Although her face was strained hard, she could still see the happy smile in her eyes.

Qiong's thoughts gradually drifted back to the past along with this photo post.

——

Remember the dividing line——

It was just a few days after Si and I returned from a trip to the mall.

I never thought that someone like me could have such a happy life.

Although Si's arrival didn't last long, I don't know why, but every time I'm with him, I feel extremely at ease - this is a feeling I've never experienced before, and a feeling I long for extremely.

I still remember when I was in junior high school, whenever those bad girls cornered me, laughed at me, and pushed me, I imagined countless times how great it would be if someone could stand up to protect me. If I was like others and had a brother who was willing to protect me, maybe they wouldn't bully me anymore.

Unfortunately, I didn't meet Si at that time.

Therefore, Si may not understand why I was so happy after he helped me get rid of those bad girls in the mall.

But it's enough that I know. As long as I know why I like Si so much, that's enough.

I was once addicted to this feeling of happiness and couldn't break away. I even selfishly fantasized many times that it would be great if Si could just stay with me every day.

Although the reality is that I can only be with Tsukasa when eating or playing games, but to be honest, I am already very satisfied.

Because I am a short-lived ghost who is destined not to live past the age of eighteen.

I thought I was very accustomed to all this, and could accept the death that was coming.

But... I was wrong.

It wasn't until that day when Si came home covered in blood that I realized that I was already reluctant to die.

When I saw that he was covered in injuries and my heart ached, I was scared.

Afraid that one day he would suddenly leave, leaving Si alone in this world. I am also afraid that one day I will suddenly leave and never feel Si's tenderness again.

I began to resist contact with Si and tried hard to become cold again.

I thought that as long as this happened, maybe Si would give up on me like everyone else and let me return to a lonely world with only one person.

In this case, only I will know how much I like him, and he will not be sad because of me, nor will he feel sad because I will leave one day.

As for me, the day he put me down, I thought, those warm memories would be enough for me to miss him until I die.

only

I'm still scared.

Fear of death.

Also scared.

I couldn't tell Si until my death that I liked him so much.

It would be great if life could be as beautiful as a story and Si and I could continue like this.

Even if it’s just like this now.——

Remember the dividing line——

Qiong covered the pillow again, lay on the bed, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, and murmured: "Si"

help me.

Now, I can hardly hold on to the thought of staying away from you.

Why can't you take me away from this hellish life?

"I believe every word you say is just, can you go faster?" Qiong buried his face on the rabbit doll and closed his eyes tiredly.