After Aoki Izawa went out, there was no sound for a long time. When he came back, it was already dark.

The air in the suburbs was very pure, and there were many stars. The moonlight gently shone on the figures approaching in the distance. I was looking at the door and quickly looked up.

The figure gradually came closer, and I realized that Izawa Aoki was actually soaked all over. His coat had gone somewhere, and there was only a thin shirt that was stained with water and clung to his body. Even his hair was wet.

From time to time there were some drops of water dripping down, looking extremely miserable.

I felt depressed and hurriedly found a towel for him. It was not like him to be so depressed and hesitant.

But Aoki Izawa seemed not to notice my presence, his beautiful glazed purple eyes were very distracted, and he didn't pick up the towel and just passed me by without squinting.

"Aoki Izawa..." I wanted to hold him, but my head suddenly stopped in mid-air... When did I start caring so much about Aoki Izawa? Haven't I always hated him? Haven't we always been in constant smoke?

Yeah, how come now, he actually starts to worry about his health...

Okay, I admit it, my holy mother. Ever since I knew the story of his childhood, the original dislike and hatred for him have been unconsciously diluted. Now think about it, he... can be regarded as my brother after all.

, although he is too incompetent as a brother, I

This younger sister is also incompetent. Speaking of which, it seems that no one in our family is truly qualified. Is it only Aoki Yoko and Sora Tong Mingcheng’s fault? Everyone was at fault for what happened back then, and everyone had their own last resort. Really

I really can't tell who to blame.

"Aoki Izawa, we are all adults and have passed the age of needing parental love. Since you have endured it for so many years, try to let it go. It may be easier."

Just when Aoki Izawa's figure was about to disappear in the corridor, I couldn't help but say the words that had been brewing in my heart for a long time. After that, without looking at his reaction, I put on my shoes and walked out of the cabin.

This sentence is not only for Aoki Izawa, but also for myself. When it comes to letting go, it’s not just Aoki Izawa. I can’t let it go either. The indifference that Sora Tong Mingcheng has been holding on to in my heart all these years

Backlogged rebellion, after listening to grandpa tell the story of that year, aren't you also complaining?
Chapter completed!