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

She slowly bent down and carefully pulled Shi Yujiu into her arms.

"You are you."

Ai Mu, resting her chin on the top of Shi Yu Jiu's head, pressed down on her ears.

"Did my feelings reach you...?"

"..."

"The higher the surface temperature, the bluer the stars. My heart, and my wishes, are the same—"

Ai Mu closed her eyes and tightened her grip on Orihime's arms.

Did you hear that?

Poetry and wine offered no answer, but Ai-Orihime could feel the body in her arms, which had been stiff for so long, slowly beginning to relax.

Poetry and wine were removed from his face. After hesitating for a while, he tentatively grasped a small piece of Orihime's clothing on her back.

Her hands were trembling slightly.

The two embraced in silence until the sunlight outside the window slowly shifted from one angle to another.

After a long time, the sounds of poetry and wine finally rang out again.

"...Orihime".

"Ah."

"I'm sorry, I still have to go."

Ai Mu's body stiffened slightly.

"It's not about running away."

Poetry and wine quickly added the second half of the sentence, fearing that the other party would explode again.

She raised her head, tilting her face slightly upward from the embrace of the adoring Orihime, and looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Nanban granted me a month's leave. I'm going to England, alone."

"why?"

"I want to be alone for a while."

Poetry and wine unconsciously clenched the other's clothes.

"Everything will be alright."

She lowered her head and her voice became very soft.

"I want to fix myself before I come back."

He admired Orihime and remained silent for a long time.

Poetry and Wine thought she was about to lose her temper again, and were mentally prepared to be restrained once more.

But in the end, all she heard was a weary sigh.

"You said the same thing to Diamond Treasure, didn't you?"

"how do you know?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."

"..."

Ai Mu loosened her arms, sat up straight, and stared intently at Shi and Jiu lying on the bed from above.

She extended her little finger.

"Pinky promise".

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, staring blankly at each other's little fingers.

"Pinky promise."

"okay."

Poetry and Wine hurriedly raised their hands and hooked their little fingers around each other's.

"One month."

Poetry and wine are the topics discussed.

"Not even one more day."

Ai Mu tightened her grip on Orihime's fingers.

"This is the second time I have made this vow."

"……understood."

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled patterns on the floor.

The suitcase was still lying on the ground.

Poetry and Wine looked at the finger hooked around them, thinking that tomorrow they would set off for that distant and unfamiliar country.

Aren't you worried about the Diamond Treasure?

She rarely had the leisure to joke around.

"Whether my competitor is the moon or the sun, I have made up my mind..."

"Okay... um..."

The girl felt the soft touch again.

Gaps: Chapter 385 Confidential

……

The next day.

The alarm clock rang precisely at six o'clock in the morning.

'It's so noisy.'

Poetry and Wine struggled to open their eyes, then angrily turned off their phone alarm.

"Eh~"

She sighed, feeling dizzy.

Poetry and Wine haven't slept well since yesterday. She was in a half-asleep state for most of the night, her mind replaying the events that happened in the dormitory yesterday afternoon.

Yesterday, when Ai Mu was pinning Orihime down on the bed, she used too much force, and her shoulder is still sore.

'This person is really... awful.'

Poetry and Wine rubbed their faces with their palms to wake themselves up, then threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the cold hotel floor.

She washed up, changed clothes, and checked her passport, visa, and plane ticket. She confirmed the cash in her wallet and the bank card Maruzensky had given her. She stuffed the charger and adapter into the side pocket of her backpack.

Poetry and Wine dragged their suitcases out of the hotel.

The air was slightly cool on a clear early summer morning.

The sky was a grayish-blue, barely bright, with the sun still hidden below the horizon, and a line of orange-red seeping through the edge of the clouds in the east.

The roadside trees rustled in the morning breeze, and occasionally, early-rising pedestrians would pass by, casting curious glances their way.

A young woman with black hair stood alone on the empty roadside in the early morning, dragging her suitcase, waiting for a taxi. She did look quite different from others.

Poetry and Wine paid no attention to those stares; she took out her phone and glanced at the time.

The taxi arrived eight minutes later.

The driver was a taciturn middle-aged man who helped her put her suitcase in the trunk.

Haneda Airport, right?

After a brief confirmation, the driver started the engine.

The car drove onto the ramp leading to the highway.

The scenery outside the window began to rush past.

Poetry and Wine leaned against the car window, their foreheads pressed against the cool glass, watching the monotonous scenery on both sides of the highway flow past.

She closed her eyes.

'I'll be back...'

Poetry and wine murmured to themselves.

We arrived at Haneda Airport.

Poetry and Wine took their suitcases out of the trunk, paid the fare, and stood in front of the airport's huge glass curtain wall, looking up.

Haneda Airport was busier and noisier than she had imagined.

Countless travelers dragged suitcases of all sizes past her, speaking various languages: Japanese, English, Chinese, and a rolled "r" sound that was either French or Italian.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath, pulled his suitcase, and walked into the departure hall.

The check-in line wasn't too long.

She stood behind an elderly couple in line, slowly moving forward as she handed her passport and e-ticket to the ground staff at the counter.

"Flying to London Heathrow Airport, First Class, Window Seat"

The ground staff confirmed the information, then handed back the boarding pass and passport with a professional smile.

"I wish you a pleasant journey."

After receiving the boarding pass, Shi Yujiu glanced down at it.

The flight takes approximately nine hours.

By the time she landed, it was already evening in Japan.

Poetry and wine passed through security and walked through the waiting area lined with duty-free shops.

Although she was about to go abroad, she had no one to give gifts to and no mood to go shopping.

She found a row of seats facing the tarmac near the boarding gate and sat down in a corner.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see rows of planes neatly parked next to the jet bridge.

Poetry and Wine tucked the boarding pass into his passport, put it in his breast pocket, and then touched the other pocket.

It's a silver meteor hair accessory.

She took out the hair accessory, held it in her palm, and stared at it for a while.

My phone vibrated.

She took it out and looked at it; it was…

【The Reed-haired Horse Girl Did Not Die While Swimming #@%￥】：

'I can't see it... but... clicking on it shows it's been read...'

It stopped for a long time.

In the end, she didn't click on "Poetry and Wine," locked her phone, and put it back in her pocket.

"Dear passengers, boarding for flight JLXX to London Heathrow Airport is now commenced—"

The broadcast started.

Poetry and Wine stood up, pulled up the handle of their suitcases, and joined the queue that was slowly moving toward the boarding gate.

As she walked across the covered bridge, she looked back at the sky one last time.

A clear, light blue sky, without a single cloud.

Hehe, see you in a month.

The black-haired girl turned around and stepped into the cabin.

The first-class seats were extremely crooked and wobbly, even more so than a single hospital bed in a sanatorium.

Poetry and Wine stuffed his backpack into the overhead luggage compartment, closed the door, and sat down in a window seat.