MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

Go and shed tears for the half of yourself that won't shed tears for you, go and think of the half of yourself that doesn't have a self.

Because it's half-body, isn't it?

Xiao Xiang reached out and hugged Ruo Ye Mu, gently patting her back.

"It's okay, it's okay."

It was as if she wasn't the one crying.

It's as if the heart that's shedding tears isn't hers.

Some people's fates are too heavy for others to share.

Some people's lives are too long, so others will share them.

No?

"It's alright," Xiangzi comforted her as always.

Wakaba Mutsu raised her head and looked at her upper body.

Hold it tighter, little by little.

If your bright future only includes everyone else, not you.

So, my tomorrow depends on you.

Auspicious.

I hope you are happy.

This is my happiness.

Wakaba Muku hugged Shoko tightly, as if she wanted to meld the other into her own body.

. . . . . .

"Miss, um." Ruoye Mutsuya's driver knocked on the door and pushed it open to come in.

He saw his young mistress clinging to Xiangzi on the bed, refusing to let go.

The eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family kept resisting, saying that people were watching, Mu, weren't you ashamed?

The young lady of the family simply held the young lady of the Toyokawa family tightly in her arms.

It's as if the other person will disappear if you let go.

"Well, it's already quite late today, how about..."

"Yes, Xiao Mu, it's time to go home and sleep!" Xiangzi quickly chimed in.

Ruoye Mu looked at Xiangzi and stood up.

"I'm going back, Xiang."

"OK, good night!"

"Xiang!" Ruoye Mu looked at Xiangzi, who was smiling at her. Everything was alright, wasn't it?

She turned her head, wanting to keep up with the driver.

She had only taken one step when she found herself pulled back and turned around.

Xiang's hand instinctively pulled himself back.

He raised his head blankly.

A fleeting sense of weakness and doubt in Xiangzi.

Ruoye Mu suddenly remembered.

Xiang is younger than himself.

How could that be? Could you really stand it?

Is someone going to spend the night alone?

Even if you say no.

But ultimately, I still long for someone to be with me.

Just like myself every night.

"I spent the night with Xiang."

"Eh?"

"Miss?"

“You can say that to your mother.” Wakaba Mutsu grabbed the hand that instinctively tried to pull away.

I won't go back.

Xiang needs himself.

"Eh? Okay, okay!" The driver glanced at Xiangzi beside him and could only turn and leave.

"Xiao Mu, I didn't."

"I have, Xiang, hug me!" Ruoye Mu looked at Xiangzi, wanting nothing more than to be with Xiangzi.

"Hey, I won't just do whatever you say. Call the driver back, and you should go home right away."

"Xiang! I want to!"

"...Well, since you've begged me, I'll hug you!"

Click, the lights went out, on the small hospital bed.

The two embraced, their small bodies leaning on each other, becoming each other's warmth.

It was as if the two of them were embracing their entire world.

. . . . . .

"Well, I, I, I want to go back first."

"Hey, is that not allowed? Well, anyway, I've already been discharged from the hospital!"

"Use, use your money to pay for the hospital fees? No way! I, I only have a little left in my wallet."

"Well, I'll go back and get it back. But they won't let me out because I didn't pay. Well, well..."

"Ha, Xiao Mu! You're bullying me! What do you mean, 'Either you go get it, or you pay me'? Isn't that bullying?"

"Um! You, then, could you please get this for me? I, I don't want to spend your money anymore!"

I came to Xiangzi's house again.

open the door.

Wakaba Mutsu looked at the beer cans scattered on the ground.

It was clearly tidied up before.

Moreover, this time it was a complete mess.

Project plans were scattered all over the floor, and snoring could be heard coming from the room.

Xiangzi's bag was searched.

Realizing something, Ruoye Mu looked at the mess on the ground, her bag turned upside down, along with her belongings.

Yes, Xiangzi didn't receive any living expenses, so he could only buy alcohol from there.

I packed everything back into my bag, one by one.

this is?

Ave Mujica Worldview Project?

It should also be in Xiang's bag.

This is it again.

"A house layout plan?" Wakaba Mutsu looked at a large stack of photos and pictures.

What made Wakaba Mutsu stop was that her name was written on it.

A room with the same layout as this one.

Above the living room wall was written his name.

The photo is covered with all sorts of little things.

Just by looking at him, you can guess what Xiang is thinking.

This big doll is at the entrance.

Xiangzi would find one of those super soft dolls and place it at the door.

Every day when I get home, I pounce on her and spin around in circles.

If I live with Xiang.

I would watch her from behind, making "ah ah ah" sounds as she twisted and turned.

Once she's vented, she'll see herself standing behind her.

She'd pout, look at herself, and say, "What's wrong? It's so, so soft! You, you try it!"

Then she got up and threw herself into the baby's arms.

She hugged herself and spun around.

Right? Right?

Xiangzi thought he would stay in the living room while she stayed in the sitting room.

However, if it were me, I would take Xiang with me.

Just like yesterday.

Xiangzi curled up in his own arms. The bed was quite big, but the two of them just wanted to squeeze into each other's embrace.

Listening to Xiang's breathing, Xiangzi's eyelashes were so close they almost brushed against his face.

When she woke up, she counted her eyelashes one by one, then gently watched her wake up and say good morning to her, pulling her hand and saying, "I'm so happy to see Xiao Mu this morning. I'm sure I'll have good luck all day."

And here, we put a keyboard here and our guitar behind it. After work or class, the two of us would play around here.

. . . . . .

but.

If it were Xiangzi, his mother would agree, even if he couldn't stay long, just visiting occasionally.

In other words.

In fact, there will be a day, or a future, in which...

He now has a home that belongs to him and to Xiang.

Both he and Xiangzi had families now.

. . . . . .

In that timeline, there is Xiangzi, who lives happily with Xiaomu.

And now.

It was just a hope I once had.

Ruoye Mu picked up her bag, turned around, and left.

A few tear stains remained on that layout diagram, in Wakaba Mutsu's arms, along with another book.

. . . . . .

"What's wrong?" Xiangzi asked, looking at Xiao Mu, who was silent with her head down.

The other person handed me the bag without saying a word.

"Isn't the medical bill enough?" Xiangzi asked.

"enough."

"That's a lie, I don't even remember having that much money myself."