Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

She hadn't mentioned it before, but the abrasion was deeper than it looked, and the other person must have walked for almost forty minutes on the mountain path without eating anything.

Ai Mu Shi rummaged through the first-aid kit, found two candies, and placed them aside for later use.

Then she took out a spare jacket from her backpack and gently covered Poetry and Wine with it.

Just then, the sound of the wind outside changed.

A deep, continuous sound came from afar, then raindrops began to patter on the tarpaulin, fine and even, growing louder and louder.

Ai Mu looked up and glanced outside.

It's raining.

The sound of rain transforms into something else in the dream of poetry and wine.

A very fine, dense sound of water seeped in from all directions, soaking the surrounding air.

The sticky, cool sensation clung tightly to my skin.

Poetry and wine stand in a place without boundaries.

She couldn't say what color the ground was, nor could she say where the light came from.

The light was evenly spread out, making the surroundings look like a piece of old cloth that had been soaked, with the colors seeping in and the outlines blurred.

The sound of water grew closer.

She tried to back away, but her feet felt heavy, as if something was pulling her down into the ground.

She looked down but couldn't see clearly; she only felt the dampness creeping up her body, past her ankles, past her knees—

"Ugh--"

A pleasant sound came from very nearby.

"We meet again."

Poetry and wine raise their heads.

A little horse girl stood in front of her, barely reaching her chest, and her features bore a resemblance to those of Ai-Orihime.

She was bathed in light, her outline slightly blurred, and she swayed gently with the sound of water.

What are you doing here?

The figure tilted its head, offering no reply, but spoke with ill intent.

"Call me a name."

"What are you shouting for?"

"elder sister."

Poetry and Wine frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

But the dampness continued to rise, reaching her waist, and the icy touch scattered her thoughts, making it impossible for her to grasp anything.

I hate water.

"……elder sister."

Poetry and wine, I heard myself muttering to myself, somewhat bewildered.

Little Horse Girl smiled and then disappeared.

Like a pebble falling into water, the ripples spread out, and then nothing remains.

"……elder sister."

Inside the tent, Poetry and Wine recited softly.

After she finished speaking, she trembled slightly, and her white-knuckled fingers unconsciously clenched the coat covering her.

The rain was still falling outside, pattering finely on the tarpaulin.

Ai Mu, sitting beside her, was momentarily stunned upon hearing the sounds of poetry and wine.

The brown-haired girl's ears twitched unconsciously, without her even realizing it.

Looking at Shi Yujiu's hands clutching his coat and his curled-up posture, a deep worry welled up inside her.

As the sound of rain began, Shi and Jiu tensed up and trembled slightly, clearly unable to control themselves.

The black-haired girl seemed to be afraid of water.

Ai Mu lowered her knees, moved a little closer to the poetry and wine, and gently covered the hand that was clutching her coat with her palm.

Ai Mu Zhi Ji didn't speak, but quietly intertwined her fingers, transferring her warmth to Shi Yu Jiu.

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Main character: Chapter 306 Under the starlight, my love is for you

Feeling the warmth of the brown-haired girl's body, Poetry and Wine's fingers trembled slightly before loosening their grip a little.

Ai Musashi lowered her head and stared at a dot on the ground of the tent.

The sound of rain was still outside, and her ears twitched again.

She didn't know what was making her sad.

But the word "sister" that the other person mumbled was still clearly audible in my ears.

She didn't move, sitting quietly by herself, her palm covering the hand that held poetry and wine, listening to the rain outside the tent, waiting for the rain to stop.

……

The rain stopped before the sky completely darkened.

The last sound of rain dissipated from the tarpaulin.

Little by little, until the last drop of water had fallen.

The mountaintop fell silent again, even more so than before the rain. The wind had died down, and only the occasional chirping of insects could be heard in the distance.

Ai Mu Shi quietly withdrew her hand, which had been clasped together with the poem and the wine, and sat quietly against the tent wall.

It was already completely dark outside.

There were no small lights on in the tent, only a little moonlight filtering through the tarpaulin, which blurred everything inside, including the two girls, into indistinct outlines.

Ai Musou sat in the darkness for a while.

As the surroundings grew quieter, she quietly unzipped the tent a crack and peeked out curiously.

The clouds have dispersed.

As far as the brown-haired girl could see, the clouds had completely receded, leaving the entire sky clear.

From overhead to the edge of the distant mountain ridge, the sky was filled with incredibly dazzling stars.

Densely packed, without boundaries or obstruction, it hangs serenely and brightly above the mountaintop.

Unlike the few stars that can usually be seen only on the outskirts of the city, what Ai-Orihime saw at this moment was a true sky full of stars.

Layer upon layer, the closer ones are bright, the farther ones are faint.

The pale, silvery-white drapery, scattered in the deeper darkness, seemed as if someone had gathered all the light into this sky and poured it all out without leaving a single ray.

The glittering stars high in the sky are casually scattered across the night, not caring whether anyone is watching.

Ai Mu watched for a while with some fascination, then she zipped up the zipper again and turned to look at the black horse girl inside the tent.

The darkness inside the tent receded once more.

Poetry and Wine still leaned against the tent wall with their eyes closed.

Her breathing was much more even than before, her chest rising and falling evenly, and her fingers loosened their grip on the coat, simply draping it lightly over her shoulders.

The black-haired girl's chest moved slightly with each breath.

Poetry and Wine's complexion was a little better than before, although it was still slightly pale, and strands of her hair, a mixture of black and white, hung down from her ears, with a few falling against her cheeks.

Ai Mu looked at Orihime once, then looked away.

"Poetry and wine?"

Ai Mulan lowered her voice and called out softly.

There was no response from inside the tent.

The rhythm of poetry and wine's breathing remained unchanged, still even.

Ai Mulan waited for a while, and after confirming that Orihime was not awake, she glanced at the first aid kit next to her.

She took out the two candies she had prepared in advance, gently placed them on the ground beside Poetry and Wine, then leaned back against the tent wall and hugged her knees.

The night wind at the mountaintop wasn't strong, but it was still a bit chilly.

Ai Musou didn't change her clothes; she was still wearing the red and white training uniform she used for training.

The training clothes were made of thin fabric, and Aimo Zhiji could already feel the chill seeping up from the ground as she sat in the tent.

She hugged her knees tighter, rested her chin on them, and closed her eyes.

She could have laid out the sleeping bags she had prepared, but because she was worried about waking up Shi and Shu, Ai Mu gave up on these actions that would have made a lot of noise.

Ai Mu sat quietly, waiting for the poetry and wine to awaken.

……

The awareness of poetry and wine is slowly returning.

She began to hear faint, scattered sounds around her.

Then there is light.

Starlight seeped through the tent and fell on the two of them.

Poetry and Wine moved their fingers.

My fingertip touched something hard, round, and wrapped in paper.

Is it...candy?

She stared at the top of the tent for a few seconds without moving.

Poetry and Wine's mind is still blank. She can only lie quietly, letting the starlight fall into her eyes, waiting for her consciousness to fill in the remaining blankness.

After filling out the form for a while, she remembered where she was.

On the mountain, in a tent, admiring Orihime, in the rain.

And then the dream of that little horse girl appeared again.

She didn't dwell on the poem and the wine; she opened her eyes first.

The top of the tent was just a short distance overhead, and the tent fabric swayed gently in the slightest breeze.

A soft starlight spread across it, falling on everything inside.

From the first-aid kits stacked on the ground to the two candies beside her, something else also fell to the ground next to her—

"woke up?"

The voice of someone who admired Orihime came from beside her.

Poetry and wine slowly turned their heads away.

Ai Musou was sitting quietly beside her.

The brown-haired girl lowered her knees, crossed her legs against the tent wall, and turned her face to the side, her purple eyes still bright in the darkness.

"How long have you been sleeping?"

Poetry and Wine asked in a slightly hoarse voice.