After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

The explosion on Leibo Street happened suddenly, but the military police and the special agent department were well aware of the situation inside.

Soon, civil organizations and Mafia that maintained order appeared and began to help rescue the wounded while secretly determining the true circumstances of the explosion.

The local police station also dispatched a small number of personnel to maintain order and ensure that at least no obvious robbery occurred.

After a while, Mochizuki Liuli felt herself being lifted up, and placed on a stretcher together with Rimbaud beside her.

I don’t know if it was because of Rimbaud’s obvious foreign face and the expensive-looking dress she was wearing, but their belongings were not touched.

It is understandable if you think about it. As a concession, foreigners have a much higher status in Yokohama than locals.

If a conflict occurs, the police will definitely stand on the side of foreigners.

In this situation, the locals cannot stand up straight, and their survival instinct is to avoid trouble.

Thinking of this, she became more and more exhausted. The all-night journey, the unexpected death, and the intense thinking made Wangyue Liuli's head ache.

Amid the noisy clamor, she clutched Rimbaud's sleeve and fell into a deep and sweet dream.

When Rambo opened his eyes, he was holding a small warm ball in his arms.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a girl with long silver hair and a red dress curled up in his arms, like a baby in her mother's womb.

Who is this?

Rimbaud looked blankly at the girl in his arms, trying to search for memories related to her in his blank mind.

no……

Nothing at all……

He didn't remember who he was, where he was, or what the relationship was between him and the girl in front of him.

The medical staff who were walking around and changing the dressings of the wounded came over and said in surprise, "Mr. Lan Tang, you're awake?"

"You and your sister are so lucky. You were so close to the explosion point, but you didn't suffer any damage."

"Lan Tang? Sister..."

Lan Tang was stunned. He unconsciously hugged the girl in his arms tighter, as if trying to draw warmth from her.

The nurse heard his questioning tone and pointed to the bedside in confusion. "I saw... the words 'Lan Tang' written on that hat. Did I read it wrong?"

Lan Tang's gaze followed the movement, focusing on a black hat. He slowly shook his head, "Yes...that's right."

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief. The man in front of her had the temperament of a poet, but he was inexplicably scary, especially because he was wearing a suspicious black suit.

In the city of Yokohama, everyone knows what people in black suits do.

The nurse smiled wryly and said, "You and your sister have such a good relationship. You even leaned on each other when you were unconscious."

Lan Tang nodded blankly. He didn't remember having a sister, but if it was as the nurse said, they did have a good relationship.

He whispered, "Brother...it's my duty to protect my sister."

The nurse relaxed, smiled at him again, and turned to attend to other patients.

Only Lan Tang was left lying on the bed, staring blankly at the crude rescue site. An inexplicable chill swept through his limbs, and only the girl in his arms could bring him some warmth.

Whether it is body or mind.

He hugged the girl and felt inexplicably calmer.

No matter what, even if he lost all his memories, he still had his sister by his side.

Thinking of this, his heart softened.

Lan Tang cheered himself up, sat up straight, dipped the bandage next to him in water, and wiped the dust off his sister's face bit by bit.

My sister is a very beautiful girl, like an angel.

As she wiped gently, Wangyue Liuli opened her eyes, and a pair of golden-green, deep and quiet eyes were looking at her.

Those melancholy eyes were filled with unspeakable surprise because of her waking up.

"Sister, you're awake..."

But Wangyue Liuli just stared at him blankly, her indigo eyes full of confusion.

"Who are you?"