I only have one year to live, so I must become a legendary horse girl!

Bo Mu Liuge slowly climbed up, then held onto the wall and walked towards the exit.

[Is it really okay? No one has it. You have nothing left except the cheers of your fans.]

"Don't you still have me?"

It's the same with or without you, but at least you've passed the test as a communication partner.

[Oh, I'll leave too. I have to leave soon.]

...

...?

[Hmm—you can understand this as me teaching a beginner. I can only see you for a short period of time in my lifetime.]

"Oh...then go ahead, leave now."

If you don't make a decision when you should, you will suffer the consequences. It's just that no one says anything. Just be patient and it will eventually pass.

"How heartless... I'm looking forward to the day when you regret it. Okay, okay, then, see you in the next life?"

Next life? Will she have a next life? Phew.

Never mind, at least it's a goodbye.

"Then, goodbye forever."

The footsteps echoed one after another, and Mu Liuge moved forward slowly until the last corner appeared in front of her. The passage under the lights was dim and not very bright, and then she stood still.

"still there?"

“He’s really gone…”

There is no response, it seems this is true... Also, whose game tutorial for beginners would be a lie.

Now I really have to start learning to enjoy my short life as a loner.

Bo Mu Liu Ge, you must remember that among those who will die soon, you are the best.

Don't expect anything like friendship.

Turning the corridor and stepping onto the stairs, Mu Liuge, whose chest was still aching slightly, took a deep breath. She forced herself to suppress the softness and ridiculousness brought by the illness.

Let’s go, at least go back to where we live, and then start preparing for the next competition.

Chapter 4: Going Home? Back to the Mejiro Family!

Bo Mu Liuge carefully moved forward along the corner of the wall.

The reason for sticking to this position is to avoid falling to the ground without resistance if the throat feels sweet again.

That would be too embarrassing, and I don't know what would happen...

Also, where should she go after the game?

He looked at the blue sky outside with confused eyes. The crowd on the street was moving in different directions because of their busy lives. Bo Mu Liu Ge was just an inconspicuous and brief presence among them.

But, this is not good.

Bo Mu Liuge leaned against the wall, wondering what to do next.

After traveling through time, she seemed to be a young lady from a prominent family, at least that's what the commentator said just now.

Since she is a young lady, even if she is not provided with a special car to pick her up, at least she won’t be allowed to go out alone, right?

Bo Mu Liuge looked at the people around him blankly, his sight shifting from one target to another.

Passersby, passersby, passersby who didn't seem to be passersby. They didn't look like the kind of passersby that a young lady's servant or driver might be. And there was also a passerby with blue hair...

Bo Mu Liuge's gaze lingered on the last person for a brief moment.

The person was a horse girl, and she seemed to be in a hurry, as if she had just stopped running.

Her long blue hair fell to her waist, and she wore a simple, waist-cinching white silk dress. She even wore satin sandals on her feet...

It must be really hard. Even for a horse girl, running in such an outfit is actually quite a burden.

Reality isn't a prison simulator, at least not a prison simulator.

But why do I feel that the person in front of me with his back to me is so familiar?

Bo Mu Liuge thought silently, and for a while he stood there and just watched silently.

The next second, the man turned around and suddenly showed an expression of relief.

Huh?

It looks like he's looking for someone, that is, the person he's looking for is in my direction...

Also, why does it always feel like he looks like the one from the Mejiro family?

It’s not that Bo Mu Liuge can judge what a person looks like in the three-dimensional world based on the two-dimensional style of painting.

It was just that, more simply, the details of the earrings of the person in front of her were exactly the same as those of the one she knew.

Also, there was a tight, restrained feeling within this body, probably due to both closeness and a sense of being in trouble.

In short...could this be the one from the Mejiro family?

"Finally found you, Xiao Liuge. Don't you need to prepare for the winner's stage?"

[Identity information has been updated.]

[Hakumu Ryuka: The eldest daughter of the Mejiro branch family, she lives alone for personal reasons and recently came to Tokyo.]

[Current residence, Mejiro Castle, third floor]

Ah, the eldest daughter of a branch family, and she lives in Mejiro Castle...

In other words, the one in front of me is indeed the only gentle blue-haired horse girl in the Mejiro family.

Bo Mu Liuge shook his head and took a step back.

Although Mejiro Aldan was confused as to why the pony in front of her was so silent, she still stepped forward and took her hand without question.

"Is there any reason?"

Like injuries or something like that?

Bo Mu Liuge struggled a little, but the strength of Mubai Aldan's grip on her palm was amazing. Although it was not impossible to break free, considering the fragility of the person in front of her, the worried pony finally gave up struggling.

It doesn't matter, it's just holding hands. As long as it doesn't establish a bond, such behavior is fine.

It's just my palm. It's easy to break free, anytime, right now, right now, um...

Just to avoid making those who care about her sad, yes.

This is self-deception and self-persuasion, but what does it matter?

Bo Mu Liuge could sense that there was still a distinct sense of strangeness and alienation in Mubai Aldan's attitude towards her, as if the look she gave her now was clearly showing her considering what attitude and method to use to ask her questions.

In other words.

She wasn't actually that familiar with Bo Mu Liu Ge, and most likely her anxious behavior was due to her gentle personality and sense of responsibility as a member of the Mejiro family.

And it should be about caring for your sister who is from the branch family, right?

It's okay, this level is fine. I just need to find an excuse to not participate in the winner's stage...

Eh?

Immersed in his own thoughts, Bo Mu Liuge suddenly felt something warm and soft against his face.

Don't get me wrong, not yet...it's impossible to get that intimate, it's just fingers.

Aldan half-knelt down and looked at Mu Liuge at eye level, and gently poked Mu Liuge's cheek with his sculpted round nails and skin.

Inevitably, the distance between the two people was shortened because of this small action.

So close...

It would be better to say that they are too close, for us distant relatives and strangers who are not very familiar with each other.

Bo Mu Liuge wanted to retreat, but was afraid of hurting Mubai Aldan's feelings. After all, this was the other party's approach with good intentions, right?

"Don't you want to go to the winner's stage?"

However, just when Bo Mu Liuge was about to turn around and run away, Mubai Aldan finally spoke up and interrupted the awkward atmosphere.

At least Bo Mu Liuge felt quite embarrassed and ambiguous.

How do you know?

Bo Mu Liuge tilted his head and nodded lightly.

She couldn't speak, as conversation was the first step to warming up a relationship, but her life was short and she didn't have that luxury.

Well, that was something she couldn't have.

Just don't say anything and express her opinions with the simplest actions.

Bo Mu Liuge really didn't want to go to the winner's stage.

It was like that before I knew why I only had one year left to live, and it was even more so now.

It's very simple.

If the winner vomits blood while jumping on the stage, he or she will really have no chance to complete his or her vision.

"I don't want to go to the winner's stage..."

Is the next step going to be a lecture? After all, they are parents, and elders at that…

Bo Mu Liuge opened his eyes, but lowered his ears.

"Then let's not go to the winner's stage. There's nowhere else you want to go, right?"

Huh? So the Mejiro family is pretty tolerant of not going to the winner's stage?

"Okay... well."

Bo Mu Liuge covered her mouth, then shook her head, letting her silver-white hair sway with her movements.

"No more, shall we go?"

Mubai Aldan seemed to pause for a moment on purpose, and then he took Bo Mu Liuge's hand and walked towards the street entrance.

"Let's go home...to the Mejiro family."

Chapter 5: Vomiting blood? Then just cover it up loudly!

Go home, or rather go back to the Mejiro family.

It was obvious that Aldan Mejiro had changed what he was going to say and said it in a tone that sounded more unfamiliar.

But, would Bo Mu Liuge care about such a problem?

She just nodded and followed behind the light blue-haired horse girl.

After getting in the car, when his back was firmly pressed against the leather sofa, accompanied by the feedback of the soft touch, the scenery outside the car window began to recede for a moment. It was not until this time that Bo Mu Liuge suddenly felt a trance.

The world she once was, the office worker she once was, was no longer there, just like the rapidly receding scenery outside, completely disappeared from her life.

Isn’t it nice to travel through time?

At least she has become a beautiful young lady and can do whatever she wants without worries in her limited life.

What a great Tamamo!

At least as a corporate slave, you might be able to live for ten or eight years, but as a young lady, you can only live for one year...maybe even shorter.

It's so hopeless.

Fear of death or something.

Bo Mu Liuge felt that he had behaved rationally and strongly enough, and that was indeed the case.

Because it is the first time for everyone to face death, it is natural to feel fear of the unknown.

In other words, what we fear is not death, but the unknown future that will happen after death.

When I could still live another ten or eight years, I could comfort and deceive myself by saying that I was young, but now.

When the countdown to death is polished like a death knell, and is obviously hanging high above your head, grinning at you, who wouldn't feel fear?