Through the voice of the king of the net drifting

Pushing open the door of the ward, the light inside was dim, and there was a handsome young man lying on the bed, with light brown hair draped over the pillow, pale face, wrinkled head tightly wrinkled, at this moment he closed his eyes , less cold and handsome, more innocent, she approached him, looking at his delicate outline as if carved out of fine detail

The breeze blows in through the window, lifts the light green curtains, and flutters, layers upon layers, ups and downs, like waves, constantly rippling soft waves

She stretched out her hand, put it on his forehead, and gently smoothed his frowning brows. She wondered if the warmth from her fingertips was really passed on to him, and the bulge between his brows gradually calmed down.

Maybe, only at this time, can they get along with each other quietly, and only at this time, can she look at him like this

What is this heartbeat, and what is this heartache?

love?

Is it Saya Otowa, or hers?Maybe it's both. Every time she dreams, she can always clearly recall the first time she saw him, the strange world, the boy's voice, so clear, but also so indifferent

What happened to her?

Use him as a stand-in?As a stand-in for that person?It's just that everything in that world is over

No, she shook her head, she can be sure that he was never someone else's substitute

So, when did it happen?

When did she care too much about him, pay too much attention to him, and miss him too much

When did that person slowly melt in her heart, and sometimes when she thought about it, only a faint sigh remained in her heart, and the one who replaced him was that indifferent boy with light brown hair

There was a warm and delicate feeling from her fingers, she stretched out her hand, but saw his brows furrowed again, suddenly, she seemed to see his eyes opened, a little confused, but more clear eyes, Not to mention gentle, but still a little cold and arrogant

She came back to her senses and saw that he still closed his eyes, so it was just a fantasy, otherwise, when he saw her, he would not be so calm

She stood up, walked out of the ward door, and turned her head again, the sadness slowly faded into her eyes, she knew that, inadvertently, she lost the most precious thing in her heart, and all that was left was the sadness from the corners of her mouth

The door was closed, and the cornflowers on the table were in full bloom. She left her happiness to him, but what about her happiness?

The moment the door was closed, Tezuka opened his eyes, only a hazy silhouette was left in his slightly hazy vision, with his soft fingertips and those surprisingly bright eyes that were the only thing he could see clearly, like water. Gentle and calm like a breeze, and deep, sad and tired...

who is she?

He stretched out his right hand to touch it, and touched his glasses. After putting it on, everything around him was immediately visible. He sat up, and the purple color on the table was reflected in his eyes

that is cornflower

Cornflower flower language: delicate, elegant, also represents happiness

happiness,

Who left happiness behind, who... who...

He rubbed the center of his brows, but he couldn't get rid of it, but the sudden gloom in his heart

The wind is calm outside, and there are a few birds flying in the sky, without a trace...