I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"Hoizumi..."

"Hoizumi!!?"

The mother's panicked and worried voice came from her ears. Under the clamor of fireworks, it was a familiar and unfamiliar voice that would wake Wuming up.

"what--"

"what--"

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a full sound, just like when he was incarnated as "Ne" in an illusory and hazy memory.

No... more than not being able to speak.

Wuming even felt that his breath was being choked.

Tears filled his vision, and even the outline of his mother could not be seen clearly.

thumping—

Wuming heard what seemed to be someone's heartbeat.

Although the eyes were filled with tears, the ears were also a little unclear because of the constant fireworks.

But... it was probably the sound of my mother's heartbeat.

The worried beautiful woman held her childish daughter in her arms.

Hoozumi is a cute kid, Hoozumi is a cheerful kid.

Although it is a bit rambunctious, but in the end...is a very obedient child.

The tears suddenly fell like that, which made the beautiful woman feel her heart tighten.

thumping—

Whose heartbeat is it?

Wuming covered his heart, his shoulders twitched lightly, and wrapped around his mother's waist.

- It was me.

The memory that appeared suddenly, the sudden appearance... that kind of heart-piercing feeling.

Wandering between reality and fantasy, cruising.

You can feel the blood pumping from the heart and flowing through the body.

Although very hazy, but unknown to see...

That illusory girl who smiled at her.

"If you apologize, you have to show your belly~~" The wicked girl stared straight at her chest, and the corners of her mouth raised wickedly.

Then... he stretched his hand to the back of his neck, untied the straps of his underwear, and the small piece of fabric slid down and hung on the ground.

thumping—

His heart was beating vigorously, as if it didn't belong to him.

Drives hot blood to flush through the blood vessels.

That crimson, unusually sacred blood.Appeared out of thin air, and then flowed in the blood.

"Not nameless..."

"It's Suizumi." The soft voice seemed to be whispering in his ears.

But...but...

Wuming likes her sister to call herself that, whether it is Wuming or Hoozumi.

As long as it is called by my sister, everything is fine.

"Hoozumi?" The beautiful woman pressed her chin on Wuming's head, stroking the girl's soft ink-dyed black hair.

His hair was stroked by his mother, and Wuming lowered his head and whimpered. "No...it's fine."

"It's really okay."

The voice was fragile and soft, making the beautiful woman's heart be grabbed.

But seeing how the child in her arms was holding on, she couldn't bear to ask any more questions.

Suizumi is very cute.

If there is anything about Hozumi, she will definitely tell her.

"Hoozumi." The beautiful woman soothed the girl, stroking down the girl's slender back.

"look..."

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, even after so many years, have not forgotten each other."

"In the end they will still be together."

"So... No matter what Hoizumi is crying for, time will always make Hoizumi get through it."

"nameless..."