The comments section all think I'm a really good person.

However, confusion sometimes arises.

Even a once steadfast heart can become confused by repeated failures and pain.

Kita Kirihara lingered in this small room for a long time.

There is no trace of Saki Koizumi here, only her.

Having died countless times, Kita Kirihara had gradually forgotten his original appearance.

She remembered every detail about Saki Koizumi: her favorite foods, her least favorite seasons, the location of her moles, a model of her teeth, and the subtle ways she would lie...

But she had absolutely no concept of herself.

Desperately searching through memories, trying to find myself, constantly attempting to recreate "myself," but all I ever get is a pile of rotten flesh.

She cannot leave this place if she cannot find Kita Kirihara herself.

She had been imprisoned long enough, she thought, and she had to leave quickly, otherwise Saki would get anxious.

Even in this moment of self-rescue, he used Saki Koizumi as an excuse to urge himself to take action.

With a loud "bang!", the closed door was forcefully kicked open.

The wind, carrying snow, relentlessly poured into the room, and the stuffy air was swept away by the cold wind, becoming lively.

A snowflake landed on Kita Kirihara's face, probably at the tip of his nose.

Kita Kiri wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but instinctively hid it in front of the newcomer, not daring to show the body parts that were already unrecognizable.

If she were still breathing, she might be so frightened that she would hold her breath and cower in the shadows of a corner of the room.

And now, under the glaring light of the outside world, the dark giant looked like a melting cotton candy, shrinking up wherever the light hit, even melting into the light.

She felt a sizzling sound coming from the places on her body that had been touched by the bright light, and an unusual pain swept over her. Almost instinctively, and also out of fear that the newcomer would see her clearly, Kita Kirihara desperately retreated.

Saki Koizumi stood at the door, slightly out of breath, as if she had run a long way.

His hair was slightly disheveled, and his head and clothes were covered in snowflakes, which soaked his collar and trouser legs. He had also bumped his forehead somewhere, and blood was flowing down his forehead.

She pursed her lips, her eyes reflecting Kita Kirihara's current appearance.

"Ahara." Without any hesitation, Koizumi Saki locked onto the dark mass that dared not touch the light.

When Kita Kirihara was called by name, he buried his head in the corner like an ostrich and did not respond.

"I know you can hear me." Koizumi Saki tried to calm her breathing as her footsteps drew closer to Kita Kirihara.

Until it stopped in front of Kita Kirihara.

Saki Koizumi wiped the warm liquid that was either blood or tears from her face, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She said, "It's snowing outside, let's go out and play."

266. Your Silver Garden

Saki Koizumi didn't know what expression she should wear when facing Kita Kirihara.

Ah Yuan, who always seemed so composed and polite, now turned his back to me like a sulking child, reminding me of an ostrich burying its head in the ground.

"Aren't you going out to play?" She tried to use a light tone so that she wouldn't sound as embarrassed as if she was about to cry. "The snow outside is thick and soft."

She wanted to get closer to Kita Kirihara, but the moment she moved slightly, the big guy who was hiding in the corner and refusing to face her trembled.

Kita Kirihara's voice was very low: "...Don't come near me."

"...A Yuan?"

"Don't look at me." Her voice softened, trembling slightly. "Don't..."

“Listen to me…” Koizumi Saki said hurriedly, almost biting her tongue as she spoke faster, “Well, we can’t stay here all the time, I’m here to take you out.”

As she spoke, she held out her hand: "Come with me and leave this place?"

"..." The dark mist stopped moving much, and the mist tentacles on her body surface were no longer so agitated, and they cautiously withdrew.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a long while before Kita Kirihara's muffled voice finally came through: "...No."

"Huh?" Saki Koizumi asked, bewildered. "Why...? Don't you want to leave here, Hara?"

"Of course I want to leave...but!"

But she wanted to leave this place on her own, rather than let Saki see it...

...Seeing this ugly appearance.

Kita Kirihara knew that after so much hardship, no matter how normal he appeared on the surface, he could no longer be called human on the inside.

Will Saki really accept me like this? Will Saki be afraid of how I look? Will she hate myself? Will she...?

Bei Qieyuan dared not gamble.

She was able to trust Saki Koizumi before because she presented herself as "normal" and even "perfect" in front of Saki, not as this strange persona.

This dark and useless freak is also the culprit who caused Saki to be trapped... Would Saki like him?

in case.

It's just that if Saki Koizumi were to fear and distance herself from this version of herself, then...

What is the significance of her persistent efforts?

What's the point of putting yourself through this?

Kita Kirihara thought so.

The next second, she felt Saki Koizumi's body temperature.

Koizumi Saki hugged him, and the soft embrace and warmth made Kita Kirihara pause in surprise.

“…Saki?” She stared blankly, then subconsciously turned around. In her line of sight, Koizumi Saki was staring intently at her.

Those steel-blue eyes did not reflect the monster that Kita Kirihara perceived himself to be.

She's not that big; in fact, she's quite petite.

Because, in Saki Koizumi's eyes, a teenage girl with white hair was hugging her knees, leaning against the wall, looking up at her. Her still-childish face was streaked with tears, and her eyes were empty and lifeless.

Saki Koizumi had somehow transformed back into the thin, small figure she had been when she first met Kita Kirihara.

The black-haired girl stared intently at her, pursed her lips tightly, and opened her arms to hug her.

"Then let's go!" Saki Koizumi raised her voice. "Why think so much? Always so full of bitterness and resentment, or you'll turn into an old woman!"

“But…” Kita Kirihara looked into her eyes, but found no disgust, no pity, not even surprise.

She was surprised: "You don't hate me."

"I like you the most."

"Do you still like me even though I look like this?"

"Hmm?" Koizumi Saki tilted her head, her language as direct as a child's. "Why wouldn't I like it? Ahara is a little big and a little small... even his fluffy parts are cute, and sometimes his mischievousness is quite amusing, so why wouldn't I like him?"

"But, but..."

“If Ahara always thinks that others will hate you, then just consider me an idiot,” Koizumi Saki said helplessly. “You always tease me and keep so many things from me. You are so delicate and sensitive… Only an idiot like me, who is so stupid that there is no other one like me in the whole world, can be with a clever person like you who is so wicked.”

As she spoke, she became a little embarrassed and scratched her cheek: "...I'm not used to not being able to tell you that you lied to me."

So, come with me?

These words were written in his steel-blue eyes.

It's okay if you don't tell me everything and keep lying to me.

As long as you're by my side, I'll stay in this position without any problem.

As long as you're here, I can keep going.

Saki Koizumi was about to hug Kita Kirihara tighter when she felt a rather strange sensation coming from her feet.

Something icy cold and a little sticky grabbed her ankle.

I subconsciously turned my head to look—

—It is Kita-giri.

To be precise, it was a "corpse" that Kita Kirihara created himself during his imprisonment, but then abandoned.

These were more or less decaying corpses, bearing faces that Koizumi Saki knew all too well.

At that moment, countless hands reached out to her, trying to grab her.

Saki Koizumi was startled and instinctively tried to break free, but was suddenly pushed to the ground by a tremendous force.

Kita Kirihara had somehow reverted to her girlish form, her nearly 1.8-meter-tall frame pressing down on Koizumi Saki, rendering her immobile.

"...Ahara!?" Koizumi Saki was bewildered, then felt those icy hands gradually engulfing her, and suddenly panicked, "What are you going to do?!"

Kita Kirihara's left eye gradually darkened, turning pitch black.

She wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, her smile gentle, but her tone was somewhat helpless: "The revue isn't over yet, you idiot Saki."

And... how could she possibly let Saki Koizumi face such an ending?

Although he was temporarily overwhelmed by pessimism and had given up on himself for quite some time, Kita Kirihara was quite moved by Koizumi Saki's determination and knew that the other party was truly considering him.

But no matter what Kita Kirihara does, he won't let Koizumi Saki continue like this, being manipulated by the world's consciousness.

She's already come this far, and there's no use in regretting it now; nothing can stop her from moving forward.

"You said it yourself, 'It's okay to be deceived,' right?" Kita Kirihara switched from defense to offense, smiling faintly, almost sadly.

A new melody began to play in my ears.

[そっと开いたドアの向こうに

The door opened quietly.

[壊れそうな世界はある

On the other side is a world on the verge of collapse.

[Come in the morning るのか

[It is morning]