Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 73 Savior, Tragedy and Hero
"It's not a wise decision to rely too much on one person."

Whether in his previous life under the red flag or in the welfare home in this life, Jun Matsueda always knew that there has never been a savior.

But Wangyue Yao couldn't listen at all. She still held his chest with both hands, lowered her head and said nothing.

Matsueda Jun sighed, "Let's go. Once we get to the hospital, let's see what the doctor says."

Then the black car drove towards the road leading to Setagaya.

The two sat outside the clinic. Jun Matsueda looked at the girl wiping her cheek with a wet wipe and fell into thought.

Did my aunt wake up the last time I went there, causing her to have unnecessary expectations?

After the diagnosis indicator light dimmed, Mochizuki Haruka walked into the clinic. Before opening the door, she looked back at Matsueda Jun.

Matsueda Jun waved his hand to indicate that he would not run away, and the girl then walked into the white room.

After Mochizuki Yao walked out of the clinic with a slightly gloomier expression, the two of them walked towards the ward on the top floor.

"How did the doctor determine that?"

Mochizuki Haruka held a large stack of forms with various charts and graphs. "A brain angiography was performed. The coma symptoms are not related to cerebral blood vessels; it's likely a problem with the brain's nerves."

"The same diagnosis as in the simulation." Her tone was like a snowflake falling into Lake Ashi, without any ripples.

"Nothing has changed since the simulation?"

The elevator door closed, hiding the girl's gloomy face. "Yes, the first symptoms appeared on the same day, but earlier than in the simulation."

"That means the simulation situation can change. Maybe it's because you insisted on having her have a checkup before that the discovery was made earlier this time?"

"Maybe." Matsueda Jun's optimistic attitude didn't impress her as the girl walked out of the elevator. "Don't worry about how to comfort me. Just staying by my side is the greatest comfort."

Jun Matsueda wondered whether he was pethidine or aspirin.

After entering the ward, Matsueda Jun saw the sleeping beauty lying on the bed again. There was a faint smile on Mochizuki's face, and she looked like she had a good dream.

His aunt was sleeping so soundly, but his niece could no longer sleep well. He sighed in his heart and sat on a chair against the wall.

Wang Yueyao sat beside the hospital bed, looking at the woman's peaceful sleeping face. As if she felt the distance was too far, she stood up and bent over to look closely at the face that had grown up with her.

The woman still looked like a girl on campus, a little immature, with no sign of change until a few tears fell on her face.

Wangyue Yao hurriedly wiped it away with her fingers, but she couldn't wipe it away completely. After a while, she realized that she was crying.

She had cried so much during this period that she no longer felt anything.

The girl had to move to the end of the bed, away from the woman, so that she could control her emotions.

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl with her back to him. Her hair was simply spread out with some messy curls at the ends. She used to change her exquisite hairstyle every day, but she hadn't seen it for a long time.

"What if my aunt dies?" The girl still had her back to him.

"Why is it Auntie?"

"She has done so many good things, why is it her?"

"Mom and Dad too, Auntie too, please don't leave me alone!"

The girl turned to face him, her hands clenched into fists, trembling.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Is this my fate?"

"If you're going to take them away, why not take me too?" A heartbroken tremor gradually spread from her hands to her arms and then up to her shoulders.

"Why do you want to ask me?" The girl's blurry, tear-filled eyes could no longer see the boy in front of her.

She took two steps forward and knelt down, her knees pressing on the toes of Jun Matsueda's shoes.

"Even if it's just for today, can you lend me your body?"

Before Jun Matsueda could answer while sitting on the chair, the girl had already laid her upper body on his legs and was crying.

Jun Matsueda has seen a lot of misfortunes in the welfare home, but this has never made him insensitive. Instead, it has made him more willing to use the soft touch of his heart to comfort another wounded heart.

What a person needs at this moment is not a lot of verbal comfort or sympathy, just a presence to accompany her.

Jun Matsueda placed his left hand on the girl's head, stroking it gently, and patted her back with his right hand, just like he did in the welfare home to comfort the crying children who were awakened from their naps.

Wangyue Yao cried for a long time. When she was tired of crying, the girl sat on the ground like a child, put her arms around his waist, and fell asleep with her upper body leaning against him.

Jun Matsueda remained silent until the girl fell asleep and stopped moving, then he spoke softly.

“Misfortune needs no reason to choose a person, just as fortune needs no reason to choose a person.”

“Humans do not have the ability to choose their own destiny; we can only be chosen by destiny.”

He gently released the girl's hands from around his waist.

"But I never think that people cause a series of tragedies because of their own shortcomings. In fact, we are always dragged into greater tragedies because of our own strengths."

Jun Matsueda is a true reflection of his views.

"Those who are cowardly, lazy, and dull will fall early before even the smallest tragedy."

He placed his hands behind the girl's back and under her knees, picked her up, and walked out of the ward. The bodyguard outside closed the door for him.

"And the upright, the brave, and the strong, they embrace tragedy after tragedy, wantonly mocking the injustice of fate on the stage, until everything is over, life comes to an end, and they themselves are scarred by the tragedy."

"People like this were later called strong men or heroes."

Jun Matsueda went into the next room, put the girl on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. He brought a chair and sat beside her bed.

The first thing Mochizuki Yao did when she woke up was to look for her aunt in the room. After finding that her aunt was not in the woman's ward, she began to look for the shadow of a young boy in panic.

"How did you sleep?"

Jun Matsueda sat in a chair beside the bed, looking at her. His eyes were as gentle as the ones Mochizuki Haruka had seen in her dreams, like a white fox passing by you in the snow, realizing you were shivering with cold, and then lying on your legs, licking your hand with its hot, wet tongue.

Mochizuki Haruka subconsciously leaned towards him, wanting to seek a hug. When she saw Matsueda Jun's rejecting look, she realized that this was not a dream.

"How did you sleep?" he asked again.

"It's fine, thank you." Once she regained her senses, Mochizuki Haruka became clumsy again; that's just how she is—saying one thing and meaning another. Memories like crying in front of Matsueda Jun and burying her face in his lap—would likely be brought up and dragged out countless times in the quiet of the night for the next ten years or so.

"Mochizuki Haruka-san, I won't be your savior."

The girl's face, which had brightened a little, dimmed again, but Matsueda Jun had not finished his words.

"It's no use just waiting for a savior to appear, Haruka Mochizuki. I won't be your savior."

"I'll teach you how to be your own hero."

　Will Ms. Songzhi's teaching plan proceed smoothly? It's going to be released tomorrow, and I'll post a release message tonight or tomorrow morning. Don't think I've been tricked when you click in then!

　　
　
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