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Yang Nai's behavior suggests that she has no other options but to delay or wait for future changes to occur.

Yukino walked to a corner of the room, where mist surged as she began to construct a spell.

Yukino Miyabi did not disturb her, quietly watching that slightly thin figure from behind.

The air remained quiet until Yukino walked to another corner.

Yukinoshita Miyazaki asked softly, "How are things between you and Yukino?"

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then continued constructing the spell, her voice tinged with mockery: "No need for you to trouble yourself, Mother."

Turning around and sitting on the sofa, Yukinoshita Miyami looked at her palms, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Yukino is different from us. Her nature is gentle. Even if she discovers a problem, she won't hate us or Kazehaya. She will just suppress those emotions herself."

"Because of her personality, she has a much harder life than us."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at the person with a cold expression.

Yukinoshita Haruno asked expressionlessly, "What are you trying to say?"

Yukinoshita Miyazaki also became cold: "Even if you actively hurt her, she will not actively want to hurt you. Yukinoshita Haruno, you must understand one thing: all along, it is we who owe Yukino."

"You've got one thing wrong. The one who has always been indebted to Yukino is you, our mother."

A mocking voice echoed inside the house, but the girl had vanished without a trace.

Yukinoshita Miyami watched her leave, and after a while, she got up and walked towards the refrigerator.

She glanced at the food supplies in the refrigerator and ultimately only took out two eggs.

Entering the kitchen, she checked the leftovers from lunch, scooped them out into bowls for later use, and then turned on the stove to light the fire.

Pour in oil, crack in eggs, fry the rice, and finally serve.

She carried the fried rice back to the living room, choosing not to go to the dining table, but instead sitting with her legs bent in front of the coffee table.

She reached out and scooped some fried rice.

She didn't manage to scoop up the fried rice as she wished.

Because she didn't have a spoon in her hand.

The air grew quiet, and the people inside the house remained motionless.

"you're right."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, then faded away.

......

The ward began to feel empty after the other two people left.

Nomiyama quickly pulled up the blanket to cover himself. He huddled on the bed, trembling slightly, with only his head showing, looking at the person who was still coldly watching him.

"Don't pretend, this little bit of cold air has no effect on you at all." Yukino Yukinoshita calmly looked at him as he trembled.

"I wasn't on guard against you." Nomiyama forced a stiff smile.

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes flickered slightly, and her fingers twitched.

Feeling the warmth coursing through his body, Nomiyama stopped trembling, but he still didn't let go of the blanket. He wrapped himself in the blanket, curled up on the bed, and quietly watched the person who hadn't come any closer.

After staring at each other for a long time, he grinned and laughed.

The seemingly ordinary words rang out in the ward.

"Yukinoshita, if one day you really can't bear it anymore, then kill me. We'll separate then, otherwise I won't be able to let go."

Yukino Yukinoshita met his gaze.

"You know I would never actually cut you. Even that one cut was something you deliberately caused. What's the point of saying that?"

The ward fell silent again, until after a while, a soft muttering broke out: "You were the one who said you hated me, that you wished you could stab me through with that knife."

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyelid twitched, and her voice grew even colder: "I can't lose control of my emotions and throw a tantrum, can I?"

Nomiyama looked away and muttered, "You slashed me nine hundred and eighty-nine times."

"Are you injured?"

"I was injured during the 989th stab."

"You blame me for letting my guard down for no reason?"

"Because you said you wanted to stab me."

"If you were really that obedient, would all these problems have arisen?"

"But you really stabbed me..."

The ward fell silent.

Nomiyama looked up at her, her chest heaving, and stopped rambling. Instead, he said softly, "Yukinoshita, if you're not satisfied, stab me a few more times. You won't die."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him coldly: "I told you, I would never actually cut you."

So Nomiyama opened the blanket covering him and spread his arms: "Um, girlfriend, my bed's warm..."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained motionless, merely looking at him with a mocking expression.

Seeing those emotions, Nomiyama had no choice but to let go and stop trying to wrap himself up tightly.

He reached out and touched his chest.

"Actually, it wasn't just that I was thinking of deliberately getting stabbed."

"When you said you hated me, I was a little unable to react, and suddenly I didn't want to block it anymore."

"Yukinoshita, can you please not hate me?"

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't react for a long time. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards him.

Nomiyama's eyes sparkled as he spread out the blanket, waiting for that person to come into his arms.

The corner of the blanket was pulled.

Nomiyama paused for a moment.

Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed the warm blanket and draped it over herself, then sat on the next bed and looked at him.

Chapter 248 Life and Death, Sisters, Love and Hate

“You’re threatening me with your life,” Yukino Yukinoshita said.

When one person threatens another, they often gain access to a target that the other person cannot give up, forcing the other person to make a choice.

As for what Nomiyama did before, he pointed a gun at his own head and said, "Don't shoot me, or I'll shoot myself."

"There's no threat because I know you can't bear to see me die," Nomiyama rephrased.

"Ha, what if I were willing to give it up?"

"That means I really deserve to die. If Yukino Yukinoshita truly believes someone deserves to die, then that person definitely deserves to die."

Nomiyama rested his hands on the edge of the bed, his expression serious: "I'm giving you my life. When you feel you can't bear it anymore, you can use that knife to kill me anytime."

Yukino Yukinoshita pulled the blanket tighter around herself and looked at him.

In the face of life and death, nothing is a big deal. Now he has brought up life and death to show that life and death can also be insignificant. If you want, I will entrust it to you.

"What's the point of saying all this? Am I going to take a knife and kill you?" Yukino Yukinoshita's voice was slightly mocking. "How? By stabbing? Or by hacking?"

I panic when you bleed. Even though I know you did it on purpose, all I can do is save you. How can I kill you?

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a knife. If you don't want to see blood, then hurt the inside. If you don't want to see me, then don't look at me. It is said that in the neighboring country, there was once a man named Han Xin. His king granted him 'three exemptions from killing and five exemptions from death,' but he was still forced to commit suicide."

"The three things that Han Xin would not be killed were Heaven, the ruler, and iron; the five things that he would not die were seeing Heaven, seeing the earth, seeing the ruler, having no rope to bind him, and no knife to kill him; so in the end he was put into a carpet and hung up, unable to see Heaven and Earth or anything else, and was stabbed to death with a sharpened bamboo pole."

"There's always a way for you to kill me without lifting a finger or even seeing me."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him, who seemed to be seriously considering how to kill her, and her body trembled slightly. She grabbed the blanket she was wearing and threw it at him: "Bastard."

Nomiyama burrowed his head under the blanket and peeked out to look at her.

There's a prerequisite for studying how to die: the other person has to be really willing to do it.

So he was talking nonsense. If the other party were really willing to kill him, then something must be wrong with this world. Otherwise, he couldn't understand what could have driven the two of them to that point.

Wrapped in a blanket, Nomiyama moved carefully and sat down next to her, his arm bent, and touched her.

Yukino Yukinoshita neither looked at him nor spoke.

Touch it twice.

"..."

The third blow was slapped away.

"Stay away from me."

Nomiyama ignored her words and simply covered the other half of the blanket without moving.

"Under the snow, we are both monsters who crave emotions, and we have been inseparable from each other for many years."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't respond to that; she just stared at the ground for a long time.

Finally, she said, "Why did I have to meet you? I'm not your sister, I don't know anything about you, and I don't have those inescapable obsessions."

Nomiyama looked in the direction she was looking, where there were two drops of blood, which must have been his earlier drops.

"Perhaps I was too dangerous at the beginning, and the world wanted Yukinoshita to be the leader, to guide the chaotic people toward the right path, just like Shanks guided Luffy and Jiraiya guided Naruto."

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then said, "Red-haired Shanks lost an arm, and Jiraiya was killed on the spot."

Nomiyama remained silent.

He turned his head to look at her, deliberately changing the subject from what had just been discussed.

"Since my youth, I have been alone, watching over the stars of the ages; until I met you, life turned, and the sun, moon and stars regained their color."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed softly, "You should say that to that senior."

"I'm talking about life. When I met her, I wasn't even human yet."

"Then you should add 'you all,' Eriri isn't air."

Nomiyama raised an eyebrow: "Trying to find fault, huh?"

"Oh, they got angry and embarrassed after the truth was revealed."

Nomiyama started pulling the blanket off.

Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed him and looked at him coldly.

"Stop being so lovey-dovey, let's eat."

Eriri Sawamura walked into the house carrying two large bags of lunchboxes with a look of disgust.

Nomiyama crawled out of bed and got up to move the small folding dining table in the corner.

Yukino Yukinoshita put down the blanket she was wearing and squatted down to take out several folding chairs from under the bed.

Eriri Sawamura put down the food, watched him move the table with his pale face, and sighed: "When will you two ever grow up? Is it really worth risking your lives like this?"

?

Nomiyama and Yukinoshita both fell into a short circuit, unable to think straight.

After a long pause, Nomiyama hesitated and looked at her cautiously: "You're Eriri, right?"

Eriri Sawamura rolled her eyes: "Who else am I?"

The next moment, she was hit on the head and squatted down, clutching her head, crying, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!"

Nomiyama turned around, picked up the folding table and set it up, then took out the lunch boxes and opened them one by one: "How dare you say such things? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have bled so much."

Yukino Yukinoshita silently kicked him before setting up the folding chair.

"What do you mean if it weren't for me? I don't know what you're talking about." Eriri Sawamura rubbed her head and stood up.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at her, but didn't join their conversation; she simply looked towards the door.