My Origin is Your Wife

Unsteadily, Sakura walked to her room wrapped in a bath towel.

Asakami Fujino, who still had a lot of documents to deal with, rubbed his eyebrows, wondering if his sister had something on his mind.

Is there any bastard who wants to brag about his own cabbage?

Asakami Fujino planned to make a call later to ask Heitong Huahua.

Lying in the soft blanket, Sakura curled up, staring blankly at the half-full moon.

cold...

so cold...

As far as summer is concerned, it is a bit cold, but she touched her forehead, and there was no sign of a low-grade fever.

--disease.

--cold.

—Desolation.

Inexplicably, such thoughts surged in her heart, and the bizarre phantom seemed to construct an abandoned dead city in her gradually closing eyes.

The cold, unwarming lights flickered to illuminate the city, and the blue crow stood on the top of the street lamp and looked at her coldly.

The crow-patterned wings on the back of Sakura's neck raised up little by little, and the cyan silk thread was like a slender spider silk running through the moonlight, extending from Sakura's room to the outside of the window, extending far, far away.

Sakura slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window.She didn't notice that the self behind her was clearly frowning, looking like she was having a nightmare.

Sakura jumped lightly along the blue silk thread, as if riding the wind, she just jumped out of the window and landed outside the Qiangami's mansion.

She looked back at Qianshen's bungalow, and left slowly with bare feet.

The movements are stiff, and it looks a bit like a marionette.

"Gah-"

"Gah-"

Cyan crows circled in the night sky.

···

despair--

The door of Sakura's room was carefully pushed open by the little maid, and she looked at Sakura who was sleeping on her side on the bed, breathing evenly.

Then tiptoely closed the door and walked to Asakami Fujino's room.

"Miss is already asleep."

part.27 We contain, we escape?

In a city filled with thin smog, the streets are silent.

Judging by the clock hanging in the shop, the last tram had already left.

But Sakura knew that the dead silence of the city was definitely not due to those reasons.

In front of him was a convenience store with no lights, and street lamps that gave off a dim light.

A crow shrouded in shadow stood on the street lamp and stared indifferently at the girl on the swing. If it wasn't for the occasional movement of its scarlet eyes, it would still be considered dead.

No... Even if the eyes can move, they might be dead.

In the sky, the moonlight painted the night palely.

This scene in the field of vision is similar to an old photo, and just looking at it makes people feel sick and hopeless.

Sakura sat on the swing, swinging gently, and the chains creaked.

I had a nightmare, Sakura judged so.

Although it looks very similar to Kyoto, but looking at the mottled stop sign across the asphalt road, Sakura can be sure that this is not Kyoto.

As for why Sakura judged that this place was her own nightmare, she lightly touched her young white thigh under her nightdress.

His skin was cold, but he didn't feel the coldness.

The skin under the buttocks did not feel a trace of cold when it touched the supposedly cold iron sheet on the swing.

Sakura sat on the swing, her legs dangling back and forth, her slender toes drawing naughty curves in the air.

In addition to not feeling cold, there is the most important point...

She stretched out her hand and aimed at the dimly lit street lamp.

no... shadow...

"Gah-"

The crow standing on the top of the opposite street lamp suddenly called out, followed by——

"Gah-"

"Gah-"

"Gah-"