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

That's because you cried.

Ai Mu looked away from Orihime, her voice softening.

Poetry and Wine blushed almost imperceptibly, but she quickly regained her composure.

The finger in mid-air was not retracted by Poetry and Wine; instead, it ventured forward and pointed even more aggressively at Orihime's smooth forehead.

A slightly cool sensation came from my fingertips.

"Well."

Ai Mu Zhi Ji was completely caught off guard and was struck hard by the poem and wine. She instinctively shrank back half an inch.

What are you feeling right now?

Poetry and Wine did not withdraw their hands, their eyes fixed intently on her.

"Yes... your finger touched it."

Ai Mulan answered truthfully, somewhat bewildered.

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine smiled slightly.

"So, this is something you truly experience in reality, right?"

"Ah."

Orihime nodded, admiring him.

She withdrew her hands from the poetry and wine, her gaze becoming more serious than ever before. She continued, enunciating each word clearly.

"In that case, what you perceive is what your sister perceives. What your sister feels is exactly the same as what you are experiencing now."

"From the moment you were born, you became her."

"She became her..."

Upon hearing this, Ai Mu's eyes trembled violently, and she murmured to herself.

"But... what right do I have to enjoy the competition?"

Her voice gradually turned into a sob, and the brown-haired girl hugged her shoulders in anguish.

“When I run, as the wind blows past my ears, I can feel my body filled with boundless joy… but once I realize that I am ‘happy,’ I feel a strong sense of nausea and guilt.”

"Why should I... use a life she never had, and still be so selfishly happy...?"

Looking at the girl in immense pain before him, all emotion vanished from Shi Yujiu's eyes, leaving only endless tenderness.

"No, that's precisely why you should be happy without reservation."

The gentle sounds of poetry and wine drifted on the night breeze.

"Your heartfelt happiness is the only happiness she can experience in this world."

"..."

A long silence followed.

Poetry and wine turned their backs, leaving Orihime, who admired him, alone to contemplate.

She didn't look, but she heard a sad sobbing sound coming from behind her.

Two streams of hot tears flowed from Orihime's eyes, running down her cold cheeks, but she remained motionless, gazing up at the starry sky.

My vision was blurred by tears.

In a daze, the warm light of the camping lamps intertwined with the starlight of the sky, melting into an endless sea of ​​stars.

"elder sister?"

The woman who loves Orihime finds herself standing barefoot in a void yet warm starry sky.

On the other side of the Milky Way, a girl with a face strikingly similar to hers, but with a radiant smile, was running freely across the grass in the gentle breeze.

She waved and shouted loudly in my direction.

"elder sister!"

Main character: Chapter 362, wait for your revenge, Teacher Da Jiu.

Upon seeing this, Ai Mu's mind went completely blank.

She didn't care about anything else, not even having time to wipe the tears on her face, and hurriedly staggered towards the other person as if trying to grasp at the last straw.

For some reason, this space seemed to have no end. The more desperately Ai Musashi ran, the further away that figure seemed to drift from her.

"do not go!"

Tears streamed down her face as she stretched out her arms, pleading loudly.

Please! Don't leave me!

No matter how hard she struggled, she could never shorten that unreachable distance.

Finally, until Orihime's legs felt as heavy as lead, until she had no strength left to chase after him.

The dark brown-haired girl knelt helplessly under the starry sky, panting as she dragged her heavy body forward in despair.

Just then, the girl who resembled Orihime stopped in her tracks.

She turned around and in a few steps traversed countless light-years, gracefully arriving before the beloved Orihime.

Her face was adorned with an incredibly gentle smile, devoid of any impurities.

"elder sister."

"Sorry……"

Ai Mu looked up at her sister, who was so close to her, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

You must... really enjoy running, right?

"It's all my fault... I took everything away from you..."

Endless guilt and self-loathing overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, almost drowning her completely.

No, that's not it.

A cheerful call rang in my ears.

Ai Mu Orihime looked up in a daze and met the girl's gentle face.

"Sister, you're actually happy when you run on the grass, aren't you?"

"……Um."

Ai Muyu nodded, her voice choked with sobs, tears of regret streaming down her face.

"Then I'm relieved, because I feel the same way!"

The girl, who had somehow appeared before Orihime, bent down slightly and gently wiped away the tears on Orihime's cheeks with her warm fingers.

"The joy, excitement, and desire for victory you feel when you run against the wind are not just yours alone."

The girl gently cupped the cheeks of the girl who admired Orihime, her forehead lightly touching Orihime's forehead.

"I, on the stars, truly felt that endless emotion, that pounding heartbeat."

"so……"

A warmth as sweet as honey, as fiery as fire, as radiant as light, and as dreamlike as a dream overflowed without reservation onto the girl's face, a face that should have vanished.

That's how happy I was, even pure joy.

"Sister, from now on, always keep your eyes on the front!"

"Don't look back for me anymore. Carry my joy with you, and run forward freely and without restraint!"

The voice in my ear was so gentle, so light, as if it might turn into starlight and disappear at any moment.

In a panic, Ai Musashi reached out her hand, trying to grab him tightly.

"don't want……"

His actions of admiring Orihime were interrupted.

The girl smiled and reached out her hand with utmost ease, her fingers intertwining with those of the trembling Orihime, until they were finally locked together.

"Leave those heavy and painful fates to me! All you need to do is win!"

The girl winked playfully and smiled gently, but her figure appeared even more transparent and blurry in the light.

"do not go!"

Ai Mu held onto Orihime's fingers tightly, refusing to let go no matter what, even as her nails dug into her palms.

She desperately hugged the fading light and shadow...

There was no sense of emptiness, like I had imagined, from missing my target.

The warm jade embraced me, its vibrant and fiery temperature real.

The distinct sound of a heartbeat, transmitted through her clothes, abruptly pulled her back to reality from the weightless feeling of the illusion.

Ai Mushi buried her head greedily in that warmth.

Then, with a hint of disbelief and hope, she slowly raised her head.

What came into view was not the dissipating starlight.

Instead, it was the face of the black-haired girl, so close to me, with a gentle smile.

The warm light of the camping lamp outlined the profound contours of Poetry and Wine. Under the strange refraction of moisture and tears, the softened features of Poetry and Wine somehow overlapped with the ever-smiling sister in the starry sky.

Her eyes held a similar gaze, revealing both her stubbornness and vulnerability.

Ai Mu's expression froze for a moment, her purple pupils widening slightly, but the hands wrapped around her waist tightened their embrace unconsciously, as if afraid the dream would shatter.

"You...you haven't left me?"

The brown-haired girl's murmurs were stirred by the gentle breeze.

Poetry and Wine felt the almost suffocating pressure on the girl in her arms, but did not push her away. She raised her hand and gently patted the thin back of the girl she admired, stroking her long, dark brown hair.

"Yes, I'm here."

The black-haired girl spoke in an unprecedentedly gentle voice, comforting the star that had fallen back to Earth.

"I'm not going anywhere, so just keep running forward."

The night wind gradually subsided, leaving only the gentle sound of breathing in the mountains and forests.

A long and peaceful period passed.

In that warm embrace, the tears of love for Orihime finally stopped flowing.

The night wind gradually subsided, transforming into a faint sigh that swept across the mountaintop camp.

On what should have been a cold, new moon night, Orihime, who loved him, felt a warmth that was long overdue and could melt her entire being.

She still buried her face in the crook of her neck, where poetry and wine had been, her dark brown ears drooping slightly in relaxation.

When...did you come to my side?

The voice of the woman who admired Orihime, thick with nasal tone, came from the collarbone of Shiyu Jiu with a muffled quality.

Having shed her prickly defenses, she now looks like someone her age.

After poetry and wine, Ai-hime successfully evolved from the extremely cold Ai-hime into the soft and cuddly Ai-hime.

"Um……"

Poetry and Wine tilted his head slightly, resting his chin gently on the soft hair of the adoring Orihime, while one hand casually soothed her back.

"It was probably when I was about to wipe away your tears."

The tone of poetry and wine is gentle, carrying a subtle sense of helplessness and indulgence.

"I saw you crying so hard, and I just wanted to wipe your tears with my hand. But you closed your eyes and grabbed my hand tightly."

She gently shook their warm, tightly clasped fingers.

"You know I'm not as strong as you, and I couldn't pull myself out. In the end, I had no choice but to let you hold my hand like this."

This somewhat joking explanation caused a blush to rise on Ma'er's face, who was in love with Orihime.