There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

She was probably confused and didn't know how to answer herself at that time, so she responded to herself in that way.

I didn't notice it myself.

Just simply thought that was right, waiting for her answer.

"Nevertheless, even if you are thinking about it and struggling, you have to..."

The words squeezed out of the mouth are no longer words, and the goal has been clear from the beginning.

The unchangeable past or the too distant future has lost its meaning.

What can only be done now, what can only be done here.

Not only is it a request from Hiratsuka-sensei, it seems like an excuse to put a reason for action, but he wants to act from the bottom of his heart.

The cup in front of him has long lost its original temperature, but it is unbelievable that there is still a touch of warmth in the body.

In this way, the conversation between the girls continued.

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The central air conditioner sent out a whirring warm air.

Then, as if the opposite was true, the room exuded an aura that had no temperature.

Like a child who did something wrong, Yukinoshita Yukino lowered her head quietly, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Why has to be this way"

It was the first time I heard from Yang Nao's mouth, a question-like word.

"Even if it is willful, there must be a limit."

The tender eyes like pity, the gentle words like warm persuasion, but in these words, there is an inseparable coercive force.

"Can't you just think about yourself?"

How can it be reassuring.

There was a look of disappointment on Yang Nao's face.

Tiredness, exhaustion, seems to fill the body.

I no longer have the courage to continue to prevaricate.

I want to express my thoughts on my mind.

At least you don't have to continue to carry it alone, as if you want to get rid of it.

"Xiao Xuenuo probably has your own reasons."

The well-shaped bright lips looked beautiful, but they spoke cold words.

"elder sister....................."

Finally, no longer silent, she spoke softly.

"Can you hear me tell a story?"

She clutched her chest tightly and said it as if to give herself strength.

A desperate, no longer hesitant voice, rang.

Yang Nai looked at her like that, waiting for her answer.

"That's a mean, ugly, shameless story."

With a slightly trembling voice, the story she told began.

At the same time line, two people in a car accident.

Live instead of her.

To be her, to live so meanly and ugly.

I want to try my best to be exactly like her, and I want to forget my past.

But it's never been possible.

The affection she got from her sister, the friendship she got from her friends.

Make her unable to extricate herself.

gradually became apprehensive.

I am like a thief, stealing everything that is beautiful.

Endless guilt is like swallowing yourself up.

So, it's like an atonement.

Begins willfully, wanting to stop relying on others, stop connecting with others.

Only, that's something that doesn't belong to you.

Even if you sacrifice something of yourself, it doesn't matter.

Because all of this is not his own.