Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

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"Because everything, sir, must be managed by me."

For the first time, there was a look other than gentleness in the gentleman's brow.

It seems like pain, but also like sadness.

He just stood stiffly, turning his face to avoid Yuxiang's persistent gaze.

According to the usual situation, Yuxiang should use harsh words to point out her husband's waste, sarcastically and then leave triumphantly.

The best case scenario is to pat the husband's arm gently as a silent protest or coquettishness.

There should never be a situation like this, where both of them were silent.

The sun has begun to rise with a bright, golden glow.

The spring breeze is warm, the sea of flowers is blooming, and Yuxiang's ears are gently fluttering.

However, the gentleman is like a black and white ink mark that is incompatible with everything around him, unable to be dyed with the slightest warmth or color.

He exudes warmth, but cannot accept warmth from others.

After a while, some transparent barrier in Mr.'s eyes shattered.

Just for a moment, he returned to his usual adult demeanor:

"Then, as before, I need to trouble you, Yuxiang."

No answers given, no promises given, just business as usual.

The cunning and timid adult refused to even show the slightest emotion for her.

Yuxiang raised her head and responded with a smile that was so bright and unreal:

"Well, put it on me."

……

The snow clouds stretch in the blue sky, as gorgeous as God's oil painting panel, spreading long and long on the high dome.

It is beautiful because it is remote, and it is extremely remote because it is beautiful.

It's quiet and peaceful, light and translucent, like happiness that I haven't seen for many years. It feels like deja vu, which is not a lie.

The sound of "bang" was unexpected.

Yuxiang felt the air vibrate slightly, and the surge of air at the door took away her husband's footsteps.

Sir is leaving.

She gritted her teeth, her heart sinking all the way to the bottom.

Even my wrists were numbing slightly.

The bright light shone in from the window, but Yuxiang curled herself up tighter.

She tightly grasped the skirt of her chest and buried her face deep in it, unable to stop her body from trembling no matter what.

"gentlemen……"

"what……"

The small scream gradually turned into overflowing sobs that could not be suppressed.

Why have my husband’s previous strange interests, whether it be gashapon or transforming robots, disappeared?

Why did it disappear suddenly?

There was no doubt that he was his husband, but he was undergoing some unspeakable changes.

Was it the fusion of Kivotos and him that caused him to gradually lose his original personality?

Or is the burden on your shoulders too heavy to bear, and you are forced to take a step towards a more selfless personality?

But she was powerless to stop it.

No, let alone stopping her, Yuxiang couldn't even muster enough strength to break away from her husband's gentle gaze.

Because there is a dark cliff outside.

Absolute darkness should be nothingness that loses everything. At this moment, Yuxiang just longs to take away all her consciousness.

But she still felt cold, painful, desperate, and suffocated.

She could even hear her own heartbeat, as heavy and clear as a hammer, unbearable to disturb.

Longing for warmth...

Desperate for hope...

longing for...

Thirst!

Craving for...what?

"Wow!"

She almost rolled over and rushed to the seat where her husband had been, choking and burying her face into the cushion.

Like a drowning man craving for driftwood, he climbed up desperately.

Just like a person sinking to the bottom of the sea, thirsting for air, he desperately breathed into his lungs.

The warm feeling triggered the tears she had suppressed for a long time, and her tears wiped the cushions wet.

She couldn't see anything in the darkness, and could only confirm the other person's existence with the remaining warm feeling.

The remaining sanity has been completely torn into pieces. It's not so much choking as it is venting.

Vent the depression accumulated in your heart

Venting out suspicions that have become more apparent due to lack of answers

Vent the repression of being unable to accept the results and constantly escaping.

Venting the teacher-student relationship that had been sealed since the first meeting, and the resentment that was already as huge as a monster because he never allowed her to truly understand him.

"Sir...where are you going?"

This was Yuka's last words to herself before she fell into coma.

Chapter 002: Day 099·Lunchtime·Trinity College Cafe

Lunch·Trinity College Cafe

(How can I resist/that bitter desire)

There was music playing quietly in the cafe.

It was a melodious love song, lingering and bitter, with sweetness mixed with a little helplessness.

Because feelings are so unreasonable.

Shengyuan Weihua vaguely heard the lingering lyrics in her ears.

(One more drink/Let me release)

Weihua thought of the memory buried deep in her heart.

During those days, she cried almost every day. There were too many words that she had no time to say, and too many facts that she didn't want to admit. They were piled up in her heart like stranded cargo, until the harbor of her soul was silted up into a pool of stagnant water.

Weihua deceived others again and again.

But she deceived more, not others, but herself.

Sir has become the savior of Kivotos.

Weihua smiled lonely and explained to herself softly.

She was weaving an illusion in her mind, a beautiful lie.

The husband healed all the scars and old grudges in this world, and then met a smart girl in a courtyard full of flowers.

They love each other, stay with each other, and live happily there.

From then on, just like the ending of the fairy tale, the prince and princess lived happily together.

(But I have struggled and worked hard/You still leave me nowhere to escape)

The end of the story should be like this.

Weihua would rather this be the case.

In this way, Weihua can comfort himself with peace of mind that he has met a girl who can truly treat him well, and she can continue to smile, be angry, and live her life heartlessly as she did a long, long time ago.

But the reality always goes against Weihua again and again.

The gentleman, right in front of her, sacrificed himself with a smile.

The only husband she had ever truly cared about had already climbed the hundred-day staircase leading to heaven.

And she, with a pair of pure white wings, could only look at each other from a distance in the human world.

(Your temptation/is my poison)

That was the only time Weihua felt heartbreaking pain.

She once thought that people like Mr. would never die.

Even if you have to die, you should die happily and gloriously.

No matter what, in the eyes of many students, my husband is their hero.

A hero should not have everything taken away bit by bit in his ordinary life.

When she came into contact with this heavy reality, her hands seemed to have lost all strength, and she could not even lift the tea cup.

She was far from strong enough to face his death with a polite smile.

……

(Defeat at your home court/fall into your demonic barrier again)

The hoarse love song still lingers in the ears of Shengyuan Weihua.

Even though her husband was sitting next to her, feeling his gentle and gradually fading fragrance, Shengyuan Weihua still couldn't really accept it.

The man she loved so deeply was sentenced to death.

He didn't even leave a chance for her to redeem himself, and he didn't leave any room for her to pay for it with his life. He just walked to heaven calmly and leisurely, taking extremely gentle and cruel steps.

Even before it was too late, she told him her true feelings and her passionate feelings.

With the most sublime mysterious aura, the girl prayed sincerely every day, praying for a little more time and a little more opportunity, so that the little unfulfilled wish of the Holy Garden could be picked up by her husband and held in his hand.

But God didn't hear it.

It's ridiculous.

(How could I forget/your deep and intoxicating fragrance)

"Maybe I'm really not a good actor."

Last weekend was Shengyuan Weihua’s birthday.

The beautiful princess showed her most sincere feelings to her most cherished prince on the most important day of her birth.

This is Mika Sazono's last self-deception script.

She had already thought out all the dialogue and rehearsed it countless times in her mind.

In the prison of Trinity College,

In the old school building of Arius,

On the altar dyed bright red,

She never forgot and never gave up this opportunity.