What kind of person did he pick up anyway?

  In his impression, the youth's eyes, which were about to close for the last time, saw over a dozen figures rushing towards them... and also, the girl's calm and composed gaze, as if nothing mattered to her.

  It's as if this is her battlefield...

  The next day, the weather was fine.

  On the white hospital bed, the young man's knees were bent under the quilt, his hands tightly wrapped around his knees, and his face buried in between. His whole body was curled up into a ball, and even though the warm sunlight shone on him now, he couldn't feel its warmth at all, only feeling the chill that rose from deep within his heart, numbing him to near unconsciousness.

  Clouds are light and winds are gentle, with a proud and arrogant air, as if nothing can defeat her, not putting anyone in her eyes.

  This was another side of the girl he saw yesterday, but it only made him feel scared.

  The smile on her face was lovely, with the corners of her lips slightly curved upwards, and she tilted her head to one side, looking like an innocent and pure young girl.

  ...but as soon as she made her move, the one who responded to Death's invitation was her. Without exerting any effort, her expression could even be described as joyful, as if casually reaping lives was a matter of course.

  His arms wrapped around his knees couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his whole body was shaking.

  What kind of person did he pick up?!

  Why is it that some people take such things for granted, as if they've gotten used to them?

  "Jing City..." A hesitant male voice sounded from the other side of the door, and the young man was taken aback for a moment before calming down his emotions and looking up to see a black-haired boy standing at the door with a hesitant expression, as if hesitating whether to come in.

  What an honest kid.

  He shook his head helplessly, smiled faintly, "Come in, Genichiro. Or would you rather stand outside and invite the hospital patients and nurse to take a look?"

  This guy is really too transparent. He won't hide anything, what's on his mind is probably the thing about being stabbed with a knife when he was hypnotized before.

  It's really laughable. He was also a victim of yesterday's incident, if they weren't good friends, he wouldn't have encountered that situation. To be honest, it was him who implicated the other person. If he hadn't saved that child...

  I should have sent her to the hospital and kept a distance from her...

  Maybe it's still not too late?

  The young man clenched his fists imperceptibly, and a decision had already been made in his heart.

  Sanada's face slightly contorted, but seeing Yukimura's attitude was the same as usual, he also slightly put his mind at ease.

  He was really worried that his best friend would be estranged from him because of that matter, and if so, it would be terrible.

  He really didn't want to lose this friend.

  He closed the door and walked in, casually moving a stool to sit down.

  "How are you feeling?" he asked seriously. Although the doctor said he was fine, he still had some concerns, as Yukimura looked too weak.

  "It's okay." The other party replied with a smile, and then looked down, exuding an aura of loneliness.

  Sanada looked a bit uncomfortable, tugging at his hat. Seeing this, he couldn't help but explain: "Ah, that child is in your house. She seems to really dislike hospitals. Yesterday I said we had to take you to the hospital, and she handed you over to me..."