After getting married, a popular seiyuu suddenly moved to my house

Chapter 833 827. Be a strong and happy Sakura Ayane.

★Clear water with sand perspective★
The hospital at night seemed to be somewhere independent of the city, quiet and lonely, and the air was filled with disturbing smells.

I leaned against the wall of the corridor, staring blankly at the pale ceiling, thinking about many things.

I can't help but think deeply, do I really have the responsibility to lead?

Lead that person, obey my will, and go to hell together.

However, he backed off.

Obviously, he was about to step into the gate of hell, but he pushed me away and fled backwards in a panic. I should have expected this result a long time ago.

But I can't blame him.

Really, what the hell are I doing, I...

The door of the opposite ward was opened, and Neru-san came out from inside. I silently glanced at the situation inside, and Kazuto-san was lying on the hospital bed.

The sliding door slowly closed, and I just took a look at it.

I looked directly into Neru-san's eyes without dodging, her face was extremely haggard, without a trace of blood, and her expression was so indifferent that one wondered if she was that Sakura Ayane.

"how is he?"

Even if it was me, I couldn't face her with a smile in this situation, so I could only ask questions lightly.

Neru-san didn't answer me, she stared at me for a long time with empty eyes, I can't describe the emotions hidden in those eyes.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

So, I followed her away without saying a word.

……

……

When I came outside the hospital, I just followed her and didn't take the initiative to speak.

Perhaps, she was waiting for me to apologize, or for me to explain that it was all a misunderstanding.

But I don't want to explain, and I don't want to apologize.

A light "I'm sorry" is meaningless at all, and I don't want to do meaningless things.

I know that my behavior was wrong, but I have no regrets, even if she wants to sever ties with me and that person afterwards.

I don't intend to abandon Kazuto-san either.

Whether it is the abyss of hell or the end of the universe, even if there is nothing waiting for us in front of us.

I also made a decision from the bottom of my heart.

Never leave him alone.

It is this kind of belief that has supported me to the present, if I give up here, repent here, and change back to the ignorant, innocent clear water with sand here.

I really have nothing left.

So, I will not apologize.

Absolutely not.

……

……

★Sakura Ayane's perspective★
He Renjun lay quietly on the hospital bed, sleeping very peacefully.

Until now, I still couldn't fully digest what he said, and while suppressing my emotions, I sent him to the hospital.

Seeing his usual face, I couldn't help wondering if what I said just now was just my illusion, my imagination, and the so-called pre-marital depression.

Yes, we are getting married soon.

I will soon be Mogami Caiyin, will become his wife, become his family, and maybe one day, I will become the mother of our children.

But... why?
Why, will it become like this?

Leaving the ward quite distraught, Chinosuke was looking at me indifferently, why didn't he explain?
I think my current state of mind is very calm, surprisingly calm, not like Sakura Ayane.

I am no longer the unruly and self-willed Sakura Ayane who only listened to one side of the story.

I am really growing, working hard, trying to become a better person.

As long as Kiyosuke explained it to me, I could smile at her and say something like "How dare you make such a joke, I won't let him off when he wakes up".

please……

Explain to me.

But the first sentence she spoke was just asking me how he was doing.

I thought of the frightened expression on her face when she was holding my fiancé at home.

(Actually, Yousha and I have maintained a lover relationship for nearly a year.)
My heart sank more and more to the bottom.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

After leaving the hospital, I walked aimlessly on the street, the icy cold wind blowing on my face, as if to cut my skin open.

In the night sky, the falling snowflakes were like small pieces of refined salt, which penetrated into my body along the wound, causing me to experience unbearable pain.

No matter how I waited, Chinosuke didn't intend to talk to me, and I gradually couldn't bear this kind of atmosphere.

The originally confused and incomprehensible mood suddenly became aggrieved.

I did everything I could, trying to be a qualified lover, trying to be an excellent girlfriend who would not embarrass him.

Why, do I have to encounter this kind of thing?

I am full of grievances and sorrows, who should I confide to?

But I can't cry here, I can only hold back the tears from falling, try to cheer up, and be a strong and happy Sakura Ayane.

Looking up, the snowflakes that fell on my face turned into cold water and slid down my cheeks.

"Pray for help."

"........."

I turned my head slowly, and looked at the best friend in front of me who I regarded as my younger sister. She raised her head to look at me, and that lovely face that made me feel terrified.

I began to recall, recalling what kind of outrageous things I had done so far. I must be a heinous woman. If I was not so, I really couldn't understand why I ended up in this field.

I have given everything in love, I have given everything to my lover except my life, can I not be happy even then?
Even so, am I not worthy?

The deep and heavy sorrow keeps lingering around me, I want to talk, cry, go crazy, and take back all the things that hurt me, and double the damage.

I even want the girl standing in front of me to disappear completely from this world.

But I still can't do it.

Ayane Sakura can't hurt anyone.

She can only be a poor woman who is constantly hurt.

"Neru-san, you should have something to ask me."

Her smile is particularly healing, touching, and lovable, and one can't help but want to care for her.

Did she also smile like this in front of He Renjun?
Why, can she still laugh?

Why is she smiling so easily when I am surrounded by such sorrowful pain?

I really wanted to yell loudly, and I really wanted to grab her collar to question, but I couldn't do anything, my fingers kept shaking, my shoulders kept trembling, and I even forgot how to make a sound.

When I exhausted all my courage, I tried to speak.

"It's all true."

She answered my questions before I asked them.

All the strength in my body was drained at this moment, without reservation.

"I have been his mistress for a year."

(End of this chapter)