Is it really a straight girl?

As if he had guessed Mi Ji's question, Xuewu immediately nodded and said: "But please don't pay too much attention to it, this is something I have to face, no matter sooner or later--it's just that I was lucky this morning. Also trusted informants located the group's last assembly point and it went undetected."

There is no such thing as 'don't worry' or 'it's dangerous but not serious' or 'I'm strong' as I said before...

Maki became more and more worried.

"Although Mi Ji feels that he may not have the right to say that, but... please, don't go... okay?" The girl bit her lips lightly, bowed to Xuewu and said:

"I clearly know that there will be a great danger to my life... Even if it is Xuewu, I must be afraid."

So please obey this fear and step back.

The black-haired girl in front of her shook her head and said, "It's okay. Before, after I got out of the organization, the only purpose of my continued existence was this. So, please don't pay too much attention to it, and please don't keep me."

This person, speaking, is a bit too direct.

Such words are not consolation, but Xuewu should not be comforting Miji in this situation.

"So……"

The girl raised her head and looked at the black eyes in front of her in the silent air around her.

Try to express your suppressed words and emotions:

"Please live...and then, come back here."

She, so hoped.

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250 [-]. As you wish

Even if the road ahead is full of jungle thorns, please... come back.

No matter how difficult it is, please...

"Live on." The girl murmured these three words, her determination dissipated after the words were spoken, so that the girl had no choice but to lower her head silently, covering the other party's sight with her hair after speaking silently, He half closed his eyes, and sighed inwardly.

When the girl bowed her head.

The familiar body sensation touched a nerve on his forehead.

Got patted again.

A slender, shiny and fair five fingers gently caressed Mi Ji's hair tied with a single braid. This gentle warmth suppressed the tension and anxiety in Mi Ji's heart. When touched, The girl was silent.

Miss Xuewu didn't say anything else.

He simply said, "It's okay."

The voice is slightly hoarse and low.

This person did not make any promises, nor did he make any promises, nor did he say 'rest assured' to Mi Ji.

Just left a meaningless sentence.

Even if she tried to persuade her to stay, Mi Ji knew that she could not succeed in keeping her, and she had no qualifications to do so.

The psychology is delicate and complicated, as if all the thoughts were twisted and twisted together again, and finally turned into an inaudible sigh, sweeping away the chaos.

Among these killers, witches, members of folk master organizations, big anchors, big idols, and big musicians with strong force, Mi Ji simply... can't do anything.

Mi Ji also has no qualifications to be able to redeem something better than others.

The girl no longer wanted to say anything provocative, but all kinds of what-ifs kept popping up in her mind.

If it is a bad ending, if everything that Xuewu wants to do is not going well, what will Mi Ji do now to help Xuewu?

For the first time, the girl clearly realized that this was not a game, and even if it was, she was not the main character in it.

Because, she can't do it.

Mi Ji can't be like the protagonist in the game, through various behaviors to make the plot experience reach a good end, and there is no way to save it, let alone like playing a lot of galgames, just click on each A choice that appears in front of you can make the event lead to a happy ending.

Even now, when the bad ending hasn't happened, she can't use her influence like the protagonist of the game, take various actions, and let the good ending gradually appear in front of her.

Smelling the sweet smell boiling in the pot, feeling Miss Xuewu's right hand touching her small head slowly retracted, after hesitating for a few seconds and raising her head, she saw that the girl with long straight black hair had turned around and was facing Lianhua on the other side. Go to the sofa where the lady is.

The girl stared blankly at what was happening in front of her eyes, and remained silent.

It wasn't until Miss Xuewu had gone to the living room that she came back to her senses.

Miji raised his left hand, which accidentally hurt his fingertips while cutting ingredients, looked at his palm, then turned it over, held it and opened it.

Feeling a little...too powerless.

She heard the voice of Lianhua and Xuewu talking, but she didn't want to hear it, so she just stared at the boiling soup on the stove in the kitchen, listening to the seemingly endless gurgling.

One, the feeling that I had when I heard that Miss Chitose was terminally ill for the first time came to my heart again.

Compassion penetrated the heart, penetrated the soul, spread in the blood, and overflowed in the eye sockets at the same time.

In silence, the girl's vision gradually became blurred.

in case.

if,

in case……

After several consecutive "ifs" sounded in my mind, imaginary scenes one after another came to my mind, and they almost filled my vision like a hallucination.

The black swallow fell to the ground, and the blood flowed on the strange and unfavorable land, gradually being buried by dust, no one cared.

This imaginary hallucination turned into moist tears, overflowing the eye sockets, and naturally falling from the corners of the eyes.

If you want to prevent that scene from appearing, what should Yaki do?

The answer is, there is no way.

The tears were lured away by the attraction, and the girl wept silently, her hands were tucked into the black and white long sleeves, and the four fingertips pressed the sleeves that had reached the palms of her hands, and with the covered wrists, she wiped her eye sockets.

Probably it was smoked by the onion, although the onion grains have been placed in the pot now, there is no pungent smell.

Hearing the sound of slow footsteps again, the girl leaned over again, and immediately speeded up the speed of her hand, exhaled quickly to adjust her mood, blinked after feeling dry, patted her chest with her left hand, coughed twice, raised her head, forward.

It's Miss Chitose.

A beautiful girl with natural light and fluffy short white hair is walking towards Mi Ji, her expression is still so natural and peaceful.

As if nothing actually happened, wouldn't her mood actually be touched?

Yes……

I remember that Chitose once said to Miki that even if Miki died in front of her the next moment, her mood would not change in any way.

Perhaps this is a better attitude—on the contrary, Miki is crying so weakly now, although he has not made any sound, such weakness will not change the status quo in any way.

"Don't cry, it won't look good if you cry." Chitose showed a natural smile again.

"Who wants to look good..."

Chitose can still squeeze out such a smile, does he not care about the snow and fog?Probably not...

Maybe, she cares more than Miji.

Ms. Miji sniffed, transferred the realization to the pot, and picked up the spoon to stir it again and again.

"How can... have a happy ending?" She suddenly asked the person in front of her in a whisper.

Such nonsensical, completely unprepared words will definitely confuse Chitose.

Yaki thought that what he said was a bit too stream-conscious, even the knowledgeable Chitose must not be able to know what he was expressing.

"Miss thinks, if it develops naturally, will it be what you call a good ending, or a bad ending?"

So, answering questions with questions can be confusing, Chitose...

"Probably, it's not very good." The girl spit out these two paragraphs slowly.

After all, it was something that even Xuewu thought would be dangerous, and Mi Ji couldn't make up some words to comfort herself that she could come back smoothly.

"Well, but maybe your so-called good ending and bad ending are actually reversed in terms of your own interests."

"Now don't say such words that Mi Ji can't understand at all." Mi Ji wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips again.

"Okay." Chitose nodded in agreement.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, the conversation between Lianhua and Xuewu on the sofa in the living room came to an end.

At this time, Chitose really answered Yaki's first question:

"It will be a happy ending... Well, probably."

Just don't add the following words.

However, Miji knew that she was just comforting herself.

"because."

"as you wish."

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250 II. Witnesses of all destiny

Afterwards, time ticks away to the background sound of an animated film played over the TV speakers.

Miki set up dinner plates, drinks, and vegetable salads for everyone, and sent them to the dining table.

When I was seated, I saw the blond-haired and blue-eyed Ms. Yachiyo also went downstairs, but she didn't communicate much, packed her own food, and went upstairs without saying anything.

As Konkana said before, Yachiyo rarely goes out, and even if he does, it's only for a short while.

At this time, Miji no longer took the initiative to think about anything.

Because the conclusion of thinking is already obvious... No matter how much I think about it, I can't help much.

So she just watched.

Standing silently, like a sculpture, on the side of the kitchen where no one came, quietly staring at the six people who were full of words in the dining area.

Miss Lianhua talked to Xuewu from time to time, and so did Chitose.