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Chapter 1721 No.337: Don’t be alone
That’s not the case…

In the exceptionally bright sunlight near noon, I picked up the petal at the tip of my nose and looked at it carefully for several seconds. Then, in another gust of wind, I looked up at the heavy branches swaying slightly in the wind.

The cherry blossoms are in clusters and extremely gorgeous.

Or an ideal posture.

"If that's the case..."

Tears fell like rain, spreading in the purple, outlining her smile.

"Will there be a place for me beside my brother?"

"The requirements for a seat are a bit low."

The boy looked at her as she burst into laughter, his dark red eyes still extremely calm.

It also calmed her heart, which was like a stagnant pool of water but was now turbulent.

Very shameful.

So shameful.

Kallen, who wants to remain cute forever, would definitely run away if anyone saw her crying. But in front of this man, she just raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her nasal voice was also a little helpless.

"But that's exactly what I expect in the near future."

"I said, if you can keep shining, even if it means making Omer Linton stop for you, it's fine."

As if he was very dissatisfied with the other party's conservative pursuit, the radical little Omer seemed to have forgotten his previous style of thinking about a smooth future. That sentence really made the young lady in front of him skip a beat.

Is it right to say that the person who knows yourself best is yourself?

It doesn't seem to work.

People who lack self-awareness are far more common than the opposite type, so people tend to say that the person who knows you best is your opponent rather than yourself.

But if it was that Umastar, if it was the Umastar who helped me when I was four years old, then I would definitely be able to objectively and fairly judge my current choice, right?
That gaze, calm to the point of being almost indifferent, when it remains unwavering, can be interpreted as a kind of concentration and determination.

and so……

I can also look forward to the future again.

"But there is one thing that must be stated in advance."

"It's really a downer to say something like this at this time!"

"After all, I'm not the Omer Linton you know." The boy took a few steps forward and continued, "So I can make it clear that although I can anchor the results related to Omer Linton for you, I will not interfere with your conflicts with other horse girls."

In other words...

"You have your own battles to fight." His tone was calm but also carried a certain seriousness that could not be questioned. His soft voice created a subtle contrast. "Don't expect Omer Linton to be partial to you."

"Just like before?" She bent down slightly and looked at the boy who had taken a few steps to the other side and then stopped. The boy's tears had been completely wiped away and the playful and cute smile of the past truly appeared on his face.

"Just like before," the boy looked back, "how?"

"Will it damage morale?"

"No~, after all, in Kallen's eyes now, everything is very different from before."

"Then come on."

Little Omar said this, turned around, took another step, and stepped into the black fog that spread out in front of him.

"Don't miss lunch and the care you neglected."

"?"

This made Zhen Jiling, who had been able to keep up with the rhythm of the topic, stunned again. When he subconsciously recalled why he ignored the concern, he caught a glimpse of a dark blue incongruity in the corner of his eye.

"Aizhi-sister?"

"I...I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Am I being a little nosy?"

Orihime, who always looked cool and calm, with very little difference in expression even in the game, showed obvious embarrassment and helplessness when their eyes met.

"When have you been there?" "I...sister found you two hours ago! You walked into this woodland alone without saying a word, do you think you are safe? You were even wearing a swimsuit, and you didn't even look at how badly you were scratched! Sister even wanted to rush up to help you several times... Don't say anymore... Anyway..."

The screen shows that Orihime has a split personality. After failing to control his expression, he regained his quiet and silent appearance. He raised his hand and took out a...

First aid kit.

"Take care of the injuries first."

Minor scrapes and scrapes are unlikely to leave scars even with modern medical technology, but the current appearance is quite miserable.

Fortunately, as a member of the high school group, Aimu Orihime has also not neglected the trial, practice and application development of monster cards. She has long started to use this to replace her original portable storage tools and carry some sports drinks, medical kits, Soft and Drying No. 4 and so on.

Otherwise, she would have to risk spreading rumors of haunting by asking her sister Sang to go to the hotel.

Or... uh... ask the trainer for help...

That was a bit too shameful and embarrassing.

Especially when the other party's eyes swept over here more than once and obviously noticed that he was eavesdropping.

Fortunately, it is not necessary.

Aimu Orihime opened the first aid kit and sorted out the items before looking up. She met the man's gaze and hesitated for a moment: "... I'll take care of it for you first."

"Aori-san, is what my sister-san said true?"

"…Um."

"Anything else you want to say?"

"..." Aiori pressed the disinfectant healing spray in silence.

"Aori-san has been keeping all her concerns and thoughts to herself. I'm actually very grateful to my younger sister for this."

"At first, I often felt that she was very impatient. She would always force herself on you to speak first and didn't respect your wishes at all."

"That's how you looked at her before..." Although the simple wound could be left alone after being treated with the disinfectant healing spray, Aiori still took out a roll of bandage and wrapped it around it lightly.

"It's hard to say it out loud, but now I have a different opinion."

“Really…” Aiori stood up slightly and went to treat the wound on her forearm.

"I'm wondering, if it weren't for my sister-san's strong presence, how long would Aiori-san have held back these thoughts? Would they have never appeared since the conversation ended?"

"..." Aizhi, who was wearing a Band-Aid, was silent again, and then she said softly, "Yeah, it will be like that."

"It's at times like this that Aiori-sama admits it, which makes me worried."

"But so does Ji Ling."

Aiori raised her head, held the spray close to her nose and sprayed it gently, causing the latter's whole face to wrinkle slightly.

"It's not cute at all." Aiori wiped the wound and the wrinkled skin with a small piece of cloth, then withdrew her hand and looked at the eyes that were looking at her again.

"You have a lot of thoughts but you don't say them, a lot of concerns but you don't mention them, and you torture yourself like this. You deserve to be worried about more."

"Sister Aizhi, do you really not think I'm a match?"

"do not know."

"do not know?"

"I hope there will be a possibility that everyone is happy. I don't want to be sad, and I don't want to see you sad like this, but I have no idea." Aimu Orihime shook her head and took back her hand that was doing the last step, "So I don't know."

"That's why we need to help each other, right?!"

Zhen Jiling said proudly, holding his not-so-obvious biceps, looking as lively as always.

"Let's form an alliance again! Sister Aizhi, the more clueless we are, the more we need to gather more strength!"

"As long as enough people join, many problems will be solved!"

"Let's put aside our previous suspicions and this time we should really talk about the future we hope for each other based on our own paths!"