Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

Yuigahama stood in front, her eyes fixed on the captain, who was still reading.

Isshiki was next to her, looking not much better.

Hayama looked deeply moved as those around her paid close attention to what she had to say next.

"If there was a clearer way to express my feelings for you, I'd use it, but for now, it's enough."

what.

"Well, it does sound good, Yukinoshita. I kind of like the letter."

I folded my arms and said.

I acknowledge the author of this letter.

What an unromantic, yet interesting thing this is, especially a letter addressed to the handsome boy Prince himself—of course, this refers to Hayama, not Totsuka.

"Ugh......"

Yukinoshita sighed softly.

"Oh?"

I looked and saw she was clutching her chest. "Under the snow, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

"When you came into my life, I didn't think anything of it. But as time went on, we became... closer and then further apart. It was like our relationship was like a Schrödinger's cat, one moment you see it, it exists, and the next moment it's dead."

The chairman of the city patrol continued to read the contents of the letter in her pleasant voice.

"Come on." I muttered to Yukinoshita. "Open your eyes."

But Yukinoshita looked away from me.

"Ah, ah..." I heard Yang Nao whisper.

"Yuno." Teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka's voice was very serious. "Are you behind the scenes?"

"Teacher, how can you accuse me of doing such a thing...?"

What are they talking about? Some kind of Machiavellian conspiracy?

A Machiavelli conspiracy is a cruel plan for political or improper gain.

I looked at Miss Xun again, she was still narrating the letter.

Yuigahama turned her head to see us just as it glanced out of the corner of my eye.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, too.

"We have completely different philosophies. I want a world where there is no poverty, no malice, no lies. You want a world where nothing changes, or you don't want to change. You...you I want a world where everyone is happy."

A world where everyone can be happy? That's definitely what Hayama wants.

Following Yuigahama's gaze, Isshiki also turned around.

Her eyes were puzzled, as if she was missing something.

Suddenly, as if she had received the Holy Spirit at Pentecost, she began eagerly tugging on Yuigahama's sleeve.

Pentecost occurs 40 days after Easter.It is said in the book of Acts that on this day all Jesus' apostles were gifted with the gift of speech and were able to speak freely and actively to all who would listen.

But Yuigahama didn't respond to Isshiki's movements, and remained the same.

I do not understand.

Why are they staring at us?

I looked away from the stage and returned to Yukinoshita.

She shivered like the North Pole in a crowded and hot gym.

Her hair covers her face—for a moment, she's more of a grudge.

"I think one of those is going to be a lie...but other than that, I know that one day, maybe, you'll save me."

The humming sound from Yukinoshita was strange.

Like a cat struggling to breathe with something stuck in its throat.

"Do you need water?" I asked nervously.

I wanted to take a step back, but the situation under Yukinoshita continued to attract my attention.

She bowed her head and wrapped her arms around herself.

"Yukinoshita? Is it okay? Yukinoshita—?"

I was a little worried about her, Yukinoshita seemed a little uncomfortable.

I can also feel Hayama watching us now.

I turned to meet their gaze.

Full of surprise and...pity?

"You always yearn for an ideal world. Please, let me share your ideal."

and many more......

wrong......

Yubihama, Isshiki.Hayama...they weren't looking at us.

Actually, they weren't looking at me.

Yukinoshita looked up from the floor.

I saw.

They are so fragile, like the damp calm before the storm.

In other words—Yukishita and Hayama, are they...?

Do childhood friendships and cherished memories hold that much power?

"Well, Yukinoshita, you wrote to—"

"..."

Yukinoshita smiled bitterly.

She doesn't need to answer.She knew she didn't need to answer.

But all of a sudden I wanted to touch her, to make sure she was really okay.

But the truth is, she's far from recovered.

She's behaving abnormally now, she's not... or rather, she's not ready to go back to that strong and determined Yukinoshita.

So, my urge subsided.

I am not blind.

I'm not stupid either.

Maybe right now I'm the last person Yukinoshita wants to see.

Finally, after a dramatic pause, Miss Xun took a deep breath before naming the author of the letter, the letter that touched the hearts of the students.

It was also a confession letter to Hayama.

With a smirk on her face, as if a candle had replaced the sun, she exclaimed:

"Yukoshita Yukino!"

One by one, the students looked at the person who wrote the letter.

Yoshino looked at her sister, her eyes filled with...something I don't even know how to describe.

I can't explain.

Mr. Shizuka Hiratsuka also made a similar expression.What was that emotion? Perhaps, regret?

Yuigahama shook her head, as if she couldn't believe it.

I think even Yukinoshita keeps secrets from her closest friends... no, friends.

Yukinoshita Yukino doesn't have many real friends.

Isshiki...looks like she's tugging on Yuigahama's sleeve.

Her eyes were full of pain.

I can't blame her for feeling this way.

After all, who would have thought that the person who helped her the most would be her greatest competitor?

The virgin trio opened their mouths wide and pointed excitedly in the direction of Yukinoshita.

Miura looked like she was going to kill, and the only one who could stop her was Ebina.

Hayama himself didn't smile, but he didn't frown either.

He looks lost.

I heard Yubihama yelling: "Snow sauce..."

Speechless, Yukinoshita Yukino left.

Everyone stared at her as her footsteps echoed in the silence of the gym.

The message in her heart had been conveyed.

Thank you, Cupid.

Chapter 110 Six Short Stories · Saving Yu Yuxue ([-])

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I sneezed on my miso soup on the table.

"Oni-chan! Don't sneeze on breakfast!"

Komachi squeaked aside and took advantage of me wiping my nose to grab my egg roll, leaving only the sliced ​​tomato inside.

Gosh, she's going to be ruthless when it comes to food.

"Not that I wanted to sneeze."

I replied and threw the tissue in the trash.

"Hehe, maybe someone was thinking about you brother this morning?"

"I very much doubt it is."

I said, finished my breakfast, left home and went straight to school.

That day, I walked a little faster than usual.

Valentine's Day......

Maybe - I was expecting something - like waiting for my package at the front door or something in the school shoebox.

I hurriedly quickened my pace.

But the gossip around answered that question for me.

Yukinoshita didn't come to school today.

Such absences are rare, even unnatural.

One almost speculates that she might even be dead.

After all in fact, the only time I remember her being absent was because she was overworked during the cultural festival.

Her mind is like a tendon, and she will do anything to bring it (the problem) to its knees, like a hammer.

Even if the ending is that the hammer is destroyed by the nail in reverse.

For her, there's only one solution to the problem: give and give until it yields, or breaks itself to pieces.

In that sense, she's so selfless...

(That's what's called) the virtues of a damned nobleman.

This girl is too perfect, she is too perfect for herself.