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

Just like in the next life.

The black horse's resentment deepened considerably.

The rain is still falling outside the window.

The rain continued in a steady drizzle, showing no signs of stopping.

Poetry and wine lay on the white hospital bed, listening to the rain and feeling the waves of sharp pain in their hearts.

The pain felt like countless needles, piercing her body one by one.

But she's too lazy to care anymore.

The pain will stop soon.

Consciousness began to blur.

The white ceiling in the field of vision gradually dimmed, and the water stain that looked like a flying bird slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Poetry and wine thus sank into a darkness devoid of dreams.

But not long after poetry and wine fell into slumber.

"crunch"

The door to the ward was slowly pushed open.

A woman in a black suit walked in.

"Fell asleep?"

The woman frowned.

……

Poetry and wine open their eyes.

The first thing I saw was a familiar, slightly yellowed wall.

She was lying in her own bed.

The bed in the dormitory.

The sky outside the window had already darkened; it must be evening.

A faint scent of laundry detergent filled the air.

Poetry and Wine stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then slowly sat up.

There's a dull, aching pain in my heart.

'You're back.'

"crunch"

The door was pushed open.

"Xiao Jiu? You're awake?"

Lingzuan Qibao stood at the door, holding a plastic bag from a convenience store.

Her long, silver-gray hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her horse ears swayed gently.

"You slept for a long time; you were asleep when I came back."

“You’ve been sleeping all day. I’ve heard that’s what happens when you become a traditionalist.”

She walked over and placed the plastic bag on the table.

"Are you hungry? I bought some rice balls."

Poetry and wine looked at her.

The same silver-gray hair, the same light green eyes, the same expression.

But this diamond treasure knows nothing.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 86 Speeding Up

"...I'm not hungry."

Poetry and wine are no longer on my mind.

"Oh, then I'll put it in the cupboard. You can take it yourself if you're hungry."

Without asking any further questions, Lingzuan Qibao picked up the bag and walked away.

Poetry and Wine sat on the bed, listening to the sound of her rummaging through things, without saying a word.

Her gaze fell on the sky outside the window, and images of her saving people kept flashing through her mind.

The icy river water poured into my mouth and nose.

The lungs felt like they were being burned by fire.

The suffocating feeling of impending death came wave after wave, but I could never truly die.

The pain was all too clear.

It's so clear that just thinking about it now makes her heart ache.

Fortunately, it was just an illusion, not real pain.

Sudden.

"A little wine—"

The voice of Lingzuan Qibao came from behind, carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"What's wrong."

Poetry and wine did not look up; their gaze remained fixed on the book.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm participating in the Kobe Shimbun Cup!"

Poetry and wine have raised their heads.

Lingzuan Qibao put the rice ball into the cupboard and then stood by her bed.

She was clutching a piece of paper in her hand, and her whole being radiated an undisguised excitement.

Its silver-grey ears stood upright, and its tail swayed gently behind it.

Soon, she seemed to realize her lapse in composure and restrained herself somewhat, her expression becoming a little embarrassed.

"Uh, well... there's a tournament later this month, the Kobe Shimbun Cup, it's G2 level. I signed up for it..."

We're almost there.

"Congratulations."

Poetry and wine.

His tone was calm, but it was genuinely sincere.

"Hehe, thanks."

Diamond Treasure smiled, and its silver-gray horse ears twitched slightly.

Then her smile faded a bit, turning into a slightly expectant expression.

"Um, Xiao Jiu... are you... free that day?"

Poetry and wine looked at her.

Lingzuan Qibao unconsciously rubbed the paper in her hand, her light green eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Well... if you'd like... could you come watch my match?"

Her voice grew softer and softer.

"It's nothing in particular, I just wanted to ask. It's okay if you're busy, I know you might have other things to do..."

Poetry and wine did not answer immediately.

Looking at the diamond-cut treasure, at those eyes filled with expectation and unease, she felt a strange, indescribable emotion welling up inside her.

Looking into Lingzuan Qibao's eyes, seeing the expectation and trepidation flickering within them, she suddenly found herself unable to utter a word of refusal.

She thought of the diamond treasures in another world.

The diamond treasures of this world know nothing.

She had no idea that she had nearly died in another world.

She had no idea of ​​the suffering that poetry and wine had endured to save her.

She simply wanted to invite her roommate to watch a game.

What's wrong with that?

Poetry and Wine sighed inwardly.

'never mind.'

she thinks.

'I'm just going to watch a game.'

"go."

She heard her own voice say this.

"Huh?"

Diamond Treasure paused for a moment, and its pair of silver-gray horse ears stood up simultaneously.

"Really?"

"Okay, just give me the ticket."

I shifted my gaze from poetry and wine, and lowered my head back to read.

"it is good."

The voice of Diamond Treasure suddenly lit up.

"I'll give you the ticket later! You absolutely must watch my game! I'll do my best!"

Poetry and wine offered no further reply.

Lingzuan Qibao sat by the bed for a while, seemingly wanting to say something more, but ultimately remained silent.

She stood up quietly and walked out of the dormitory.

"Well... I have something to do, bye-bye, Xiao Jiu."

"Um."

The room fell silent again.

Poetry and wine sat quietly on the bed.

She didn't know why she agreed.

But seeing the expectant look in Lingzuan Qibao's eyes, she just couldn't bring herself to say "no."

'It's still... too soft.'

My heart is in turmoil, torn between poetry and wine.

I can't quite describe the feeling.

She remembers nothing about the diamond treasures of this world.

She doesn't remember that rainstorm.

I don't remember that rushing river.

She doesn't remember struggling in the icy water, doesn't remember lying pale-faced in the mud, doesn't remember someone kneeling beside her, pressing on her chest again and again, putting air into her lungs.

She remembers nothing.

But poetry and wine are remembered.

She remembers that bone-chilling cold.