After their confessions were rejected, they regretted it for the rest of their lives.

Reason is like a snapped thread.

It was as if a warm little house meant to shelter from the wind and snow had been ruthlessly torn up, with even the foundation completely smashed.

Aside from being completely exposed to the biting cold, there was nothing she could do.

I can't even cry.

"After all, the deceased was a benefactor in some way, which is indeed hard to accept."

Xia Weichan was somewhat surprised by the girl's reaction.

He found it somewhat difficult to understand why this psychological stress response occurred.

It will appear in the usually aloof Kurimaki Tsuruo.

After a moment of contemplation,

Xia Weichan added, "You don't need to worry about the lyrics after his death. There are over a dozen lyrics for you among his belongings. In addition, the company will arrange a new producer and manager for you as soon as possible..."

"hehe..."

"Um?"

The distraught girl, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, murmured to herself with her head down.

"He's dead..."

"Nothing's left..."

Her beautiful, light brown pupils contracted and trembled, as a dizzying sensation washed over her.

A violent spasm in her stomach and a strong urge to vomit forced the girl to cover her lips tightly, her delicate shoulder twitching.

The words Xia Weiyu had spoken to her last week echoed in her mind.

"If I die one day, will you be sad?"

Faced with such a trivial question, Tsuruo Kurimaki's answer was:

"It will be very troublesome, after all, the company's operation and my career will be affected."

"I see..."

"I will take care of these two things before I die."

Is this what he meant by "getting everything sorted out"?

Is this a joke?

Did that bastard foresee this day a long time ago?

Kurimaki Tsuruo's fists clenched involuntarily as she gritted her teeth and endured the dull pain in her heart.

"You're lying..."

"..."

Kurimaki Tsuruo's reaction was somewhat unexpected.

However, Xia Weichan managed to suppress the emotions she had inherited from the previous game.

He came here to settle things from the previous week.

After taking over all of Xia Weiyu's resources, he will search for another girl to bind with and begin a new cycle of reincarnation.

This time, however, he vowed not to invest too much emotion.

I confessed my feelings three times with high hopes, and was rejected three times.

Having gone through something like this, no one would have much emotional attachment to the objects bound to them by the system anymore.

"In addition, there are some belongings that I entrusted to you."

Xia Weichan didn't care about Kurimaki Tsuru's current state, speaking mechanically as she took a folder out of her bag.

"Just as I comforted you, inside are the dozen or so lyrics he left for you, as well as various plans for the future."

"Of course, you can ask me any questions later. According to the inheritance law, I will inherit Xia Weiyu's shares in this company."

This is the third time Xia Weichan has inherited her own estate…

After all, he learned from his previous two experiences.

Aside from the necessary inheritance tax, Xia Weichan didn't want to give her money to other unimportant people.

These were the resources he used to maintain his leisurely life after his liberation.

Xia Weichan was mentally prepared to burn her bridges and use any means necessary.

Break up after receiving the system reward.

After gaining freedom, I will go abroad and move to a country suitable for retirement, where I can spend the rest of my life in health and leisure.

.......

Like a zombie, Kurimaki Tsuruo took over Xia Weiyu's belongings.

The writing on it is a bit blurry.

It was as if there was a transparent film covering it, and the girl tried to wipe it gently with her hand, but she couldn't wipe it off no matter what she did.

It wasn't until Xia Weichan handed him a tissue that...

Only then did Kurimaki Tsuruo realize that the problem wasn't with the folder.

Even after wiping away the tears welling up in your eyes, your brain, acting as a self-protective mechanism, is unable to process any extra information.

People around me died...

Tsuruo Kurimaki wasn't unfamiliar with such experiences; for example, when she was in junior high school in her hometown...

One day, as I was returning home at sunset, I suddenly found a large crowd gathered around my house.

Until her aunt, who was crying her eyes out, hugged her.

It was only then that Tsuruo Kurimaki learned that her father, who had been supporting the whole family, had collapsed at the company due to overwork and never got up again.

She was only sixteen years old at the time, and her life experience was still too limited. Kurimaki Tsuruo didn't know how to express her feelings towards her father, who was often away from home.

Sadness, chest tightness, and uncertainty about the future.

She just stared blankly, numb, like a statue, sitting in the corner of the mourning hall.

The girl, like her mother, sat with her in the corner, her eyes red with tears.

Looking at the visiting and crying relatives around her, Tsuruo Kurimaki once thought that her mother, like her, did not know how to express her grief.

She was emotionally detached, and some even doubted whether she truly loved her father.

Even so, the quietest mother was comforted by her aunts who cried the most.

They said that the mother was the one who grieved the most over the father's death.

Kurimaki Tsuruo never understood it.

at last,

Two years later, the person who held the most important place in my heart has disappeared...

Perhaps, she is no different now from her mother who sat in the corner back then.

As she rubbed the paper with her fingertips, those everyday memories kept churning in Kurimaki Tsuruo's mind.

On the streets of Shibuya,

He extended an invitation to her in broken Japanese.

After being rejected, he still attended every one of her concerts like a fanatical fan, even when there were very few people around.

Because of her cold expression and her refusal to flatter others like other idols, Tsuruo Kurimaki has been asked to terminate her contract more than once.

In the end, it was Xia Weiyu who took her, who had nowhere else to turn, to this unfamiliar country.

They didn't force her, who was alone and helpless in a foreign land, to do those unpleasant things.

"Hexu, you weren't bought by me, but rather an investment. Your potential is dazzling."

"There's no need to force a smile on stage; your expressionless face is cute too."

"Congratulations on your debut as the center! Look, the number of followers on your account has increased by several thousand in just one refresh."

.......

Compared to Tsuruo Kurimaki's excellence, the one who is truly exceptional is clearly him.

Kurimaki Tsuruo braced herself with one hand on the ground, and with the other hand she held the folder Xia Weiyu had left her to her chest.

Xia Weichan took two steps forward and stretched out his hand.

"Do you need me to help you up?"

"Do not touch me!"

Like a vicious tabby cat's disgusted growl.

Kurimaki Tsuruo slapped his hand away without any mercy.

"..."

Seeing the undisguised disgust on that delicate, cold face, Xia Weichan fell silent.

Perhaps there's no need to say anything more.

With the briefcase containing important documents tucked under her arm, Xia Weichan turned and left.

Close the office door.

He never looked back.

......

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