Tribute to the Demon King

He sniffed, tears welling in his eyes.

Trying to pretend to be natural, he smiled and said softly, "I'll take you home."

She stared blankly at that gentle smile, staring hard as if she couldn't see enough.

Under the sunlight, the boys and girls in the ward are like a pure picture scroll.

"……Humph."

Standing at the door of the ward with arms crossed and watching this scene, the corners of Zhou Yi's mouth slightly raised: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with it."

He walked towards the nurse's station on the third floor without hesitation.

Even if you lose yourself, is there something irreplaceable...

"It seems that you will not become my kind... Liangyi."

How lucky.Zhou Yi murmured in a low voice.

He stroked his chest lightly.Feeling the powerful beating of the heart, a trace of silver-gray light danced in his eyes.

Here, there used to be a hole similar to the two rituals.

Now...it has turned into Zhou Yi's royal land, forming the core of his new personality.

What kind of person was he in the previous life?Memory or experience, which one is the real body that constitutes personality?

Before the hole was completely filled, Zhou Yi would occasionally think in such confusion.Until the heroic spirits of the past responded to Zhou Yi's call one by one, stationed in his heart, and filled that empty hole completely.

By now, this issue has long since ceased to matter.

Zhou Yi—it is Zhou Yi.I am who I am, and absolutely nothing else.

He showed a relaxed smile, struck up a conversation with the nurse casually, and chatted familiarly about daily life.

In a few words, he asked what he wanted to know.

Then, he put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and walked back in the direction he came from.

He was wearing an out-of-season heavy black trench coat, buttoned every button even though it was almost July.The gem-like double-breasted buttons spread from the hem to the neckline like some kind of shackle.No matter wearing a beret or a top hat, there will be no sense of disobedience.

After the first corner of the corridor on the right side of the nurse station on the third floor, the further you go, the more deserted it becomes.

This is certainly not a matter of the dead man's distracting thoughts.Last night, these dirty things were completely removed by Zhou Yi.

Simply because no one will come here.

Whether it's the two ceremonies, or this patient... they are all special patients that no one will visit on weekdays.

To put it more clearly, that is, patients who have no possibility of being cured and discharged from the hospital, can only live here for the rest of their lives, and cannot leave until they die.

In a word, the patient who was cruelly sentenced to life imprisonment.

doctors and nurses.Daily visitors are limited to this.

Even if there are relatives and friends to take care of them in the first few days, everyone in this society has their own work and life.After a year or even a few months, these visitors gradually began to become rare.

Until finally, they never saw any other color except "white" clothes.

After mid-June, the corridor on the third floor also became lively.The eldest lady of the Liangyi family who lived in the inner room miraculously woke up and was about to be discharged from the hospital today—such exciting news could not bring them a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yi did not return to the ward of the two ceremonies, but stopped before that.

He knocked lightly on the door, then opened it and walked in.The nurse who hurried past in the corridor passed by as if she hadn't seen this scene at all.

This ward gave Zhou Yi the feeling that it was lifeless.

Generally, patients who are hospitalized all year round will put vases, alarm clocks, and plush toys that will not hurt the patient on the bedside table.If the doctor is lenient, he will put posters on the wall, glue small pendants with suction cups on the ends, and so on.

Because if you live in a room without vitality all the year round, even if there is no problem with the body, there will be a problem with the heart.

But this room is different.

There is only sunlight that is almost overflowing, and the still milky curtains.All that was left was a bed and the frail girl on it.

That's right... The only thing left of her impression is the word thin.

Her slender eyebrows and weak, slightly closed light-colored pupils can be classified as beautiful even among beauties.However, the tiny siblings protruding from the hospital gown are reminiscent of lilies carved out of glass.

Although it is beautiful, it always gives people an illusory feeling that it will break with a little force.

Seeing her trying to open her eyes wide, trying to see her appearance clearly, Zhou Yi couldn't help sighing slightly.

He stepped forward and put his hand slightly on the forehead of the sickly girl.Silver-gray lines swayed from Zhou Yi's fingertips, and were branded on the surface of the girl's skin.

"Can you see me now?"

Zhou Yi asked warmly.

"It's...really..."

Feeling the miracle that happened to her, she slightly opened her eyes wide.

Her vision has long since been lost.Everything in the world gradually becomes blurred, and finally only a piece of pure white remains.Like the sunlight that flooded her room, there was nothing else.

But at this moment, she clearly saw a young man in a black windbreaker sitting beside her bed.

In a blurry world of pure white, she saw the only exception.