Aunt Xiangzi, how did you manage to live?

Could it be that seeing this scene is because I am also at the end of my life, and God has taken pity on me and allowed me to see the revolving lantern of the past?

Nothing that was happening in the ward changed because of his thoughts.

"I... am really happy to be able to form a band with everyone..."

Shoko Toyokawa was using the last of her strength to say goodbye to everyone, and the faint sobbing that could be heard in the room was probably a genuine expression of everyone's feelings.

"Lights... Now, I'm really going to be in a band with you guys for the rest of my life."

Perhaps they had wanted to cry out loud long ago, but Xiangzi's pale face still held a serene smile, so no one broke this fragile peace.

Especially Gao Songdeng, whose eyes were already red, but because Xiangzi was still smiling, she held back from letting her sniffling and sniffling turn into a more sorrowful outburst of crying.

"Even without my 'Spring Shadow,' it still sounds great."

Xiangzi's face was terribly pale, but the smile in her eyes was pure and innocent.

Just like that spring day when she met the lamp.

Su Shi's eyes instantly reddened, Li Xi lowered her head and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out loud, and Chu Hua and Mu seemed to have their souls drained, unable to face the critically ill Xiang Zi.

"Everyone, let's just keep singing like this."

The wind outside the window gently lifted the corner of the curtain, and the light of dusk burned like fire on her eyelashes, bringing a touch of color to Xiangzi's face.

"I guess..."

She murmured something softly, but her eyes gradually narrowed uncontrollably.

"I guess I'll never forget you all..."

The ticking of the instrument seemed to slow down as well.

The next second, the pulsating green line finally trembled and straightened.

A tear slid down Mu's blank face and landed right on Xiangzi's cold hand.

Toyokawa Shoko closed her eyes.

She passed away on this warm evening, and Kazama gradually remembered what happened afterward.

With Ai Yin's encouragement, everyone gradually emerged from their grief and continued their journey on the band's path, carrying on Xiangzi's dying words—MYGO truly continued its activities for decades.

Kazama could somewhat understand why the older women were so upset about Toyokawa Shoko's death.

The companion who had shared the joys and sorrows of life fell into eternal slumber on a warm evening.

Moreover, she harbored no resentment towards them before her death, only sorrow and blessings.

To take her place, or rather, to carry on her legacy... and continue living.

It turns out that Aunt Xiangzi, whom everyone had always cared about, was still encouraging everyone to continue living their lives in the last moments of her life.

Kazama even felt a little tempted to stay in the twilight and stay by their side as they grieving.

If he were there to comfort them at this time, they would surely be able to... cheer up sooner.

My body suddenly felt warm and cozy, but my mind seemed to have drifted away.

In fact, he had long been mentally prepared for this to be a "one-for-one" game.

Rather, it is more accurate to say that this assumption arose in his mind when he realized that Xiangzi's death was an unavoidable fate.

Is it necessary to exchange one life for another to spare her from the cruel arrangements of fate?

Trading one's life for Toyokawa Shoko's was undoubtedly a high-stakes gamble.

But people were clearly more concerned about Xiangzi's safety than his existence.

If this could stop Mu from showing that sad expression, stop everyone from being immersed in the grief of losing Xiangzi... or even if he could return to the future and reunite with everyone through this method.

It doesn't seem bad at all.

There was no way around it; this trolley dilemma, where it was either him or Xiangzi who would suffer, meant that the cherished harmony between the two of them was bound to be damaged.

Although they are slowly starting to value themselves... they probably still don't consider him to be on the same level as Xiangzi.

It's okay, Kazama has already accepted that.

It doesn't matter anyway. At worst, let's just say that he repaid everyone's kindness in raising him in this way.

Just as he was about to make up his mind to stay in this "ward" and comfortably close his eyes in the warm glow of the setting sun—

"Kazama!! You—wake up!!!"

A girl's cry.

He struggled to open his eyes, and the warm sunlight that had been bathing his cheeks turned into raindrops that were relentlessly slapping against them.

He heard the girl calling.

"Xiaojun... Xiaojun!!"

Through the pattering raindrops, his blurred vision seemed to pierce through a bright, golden shadow.

No... that's not her voice.

In the corner of the field of vision, it seemed that a blue-haired girl quietly left the rain.

"what……"

Was that voice just now... calling me?

He opened his mouth to call her back, but found that he couldn't make a sound as he expected—and this action made the beautiful golden figure hug him with tears of joy.

"Great... Xiaojun! The ambulance is on its way!"

He couldn't call out to the blue figure, but was instead held tightly in the arms of the blonde girl.

He could feel the warmth emanating from her.

Ah, this person must be...

The boy, whose mind was already becoming hazy, used his last bit of strength to hug the other person, and finally said something that made the blonde girl's pupils shrink.

"Hatsune... Auntie..."

Chapter 80 The Past Washed Away by the Rainstorm

The triangular blossoms are unbelievable.

She could hardly believe whether what she had just heard was a hallucination in the pouring rain or a name that had truly come from Kazama's mouth.

She never expected to encounter so many changes when she went out today. When she learned that Kazama was going to perform with Sho's former teammates, she only felt a little bitter and unwilling, thinking, "Why wasn't I invited?"

Even after arriving at the venue, she was only slightly surprised to see Xiao Xiang there, and hesitated whether to strike up a conversation with her after the performance.

All of this unfolded on stage as the cast performed "Spring Shadow," but Xiangzi, unable to accept the scene, became disoriented as he tried to escape.

She chased after him immediately, but was blocked at the door by most of the audience. By the time she realized it, she had already seen Kazama rushing out from backstage.

A bad feeling welled up inside her. As she struggled through the crowd and braved the torrential rain to search for the two—

All that could be heard was the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and the dull thud of a person being violently hit by a vehicle.

She squinted and barely made out the scene of the boy who had been bumped to the side getting up and walking unsteadily toward the girl sitting on the ground, grabbing her by the collar as if he were saying something to her.

Before long, the boy slumped down beside the girl, collapsing onto the asphalt road.

"Xiaojun?! Xiaoxiang!!"

As her bad premonitions came true, Chu Hua didn't care much and rushed out of the rain to their side, calling out their names loudly.

She picked up Kazama, who had collapsed to the ground, and her face turned pale when she felt his body become extremely cold.

"Xiao Xiang? What happened? Are you hurt?"

She tried to calm herself down and asked Toyokawa Shoko, who was slumped on the ground, a question—but the latter seemed to still be recovering from the accident, her beautiful amber eyes unfocused.

Aside from abrasions on her feet from running, Toyokawa Shoko appeared to be fine.

With no other option, Chu Hua could only leave her aside for the time being. After negotiating with the driver, she dialed the police and emergency numbers, and then tightly hugged the boy in her arms, who was so heavy that he almost pulled her to the ground as well.

When a person is unconscious, their body becomes exceptionally heavy, and she was finally able to verify this fact herself.

Despite this, she still held Kazama's back firmly with both hands, preventing him from sliding down to the cold ground again.

"Xiaojun...Xiaojun!!"

She forcefully suppressed the urge to cry that was rising in her heart due to fear and unease, and tried to call the boy back to his senses in as calm a voice as possible.

Now, however, only the shadow of death hovers over his once pure and easy-going amber eyes.

No, Hatsune Miku, we can't give up so soon—and we can't cry so soon either.

Without a second thought, she pinched the boy's philtrum using the first aid methods commonly seen in movies and TV shows, while loudly calling his name, completely disregarding the fact that she herself was also quite disheveled from the heavy rain.

If artificial respiration hadn't been so obviously ineffective, she probably would have used even that trick.

Just when she had exhausted all means and was about to lose, Kazama's eyes finally lit up.

He opened his mouth, seemingly still conscious—a discovery that made Chu Hua so excited she almost cried.

But just as she excitedly buried her head in the boy's neck, trying to use her body heat to snatch him back from the scythe of death.

"Hatsune Miku... Auntie..."

She heard the words that froze the smile on her face.

"I...miss you all so much..."

The boy didn't notice her abnormality; he simply placed his hand gently on her thin back, as if responding to her embrace—and the next second he fell into a deep sleep as if relieved.

"……Eh?"

Only Chu Hua remained frozen in place, as if her mind had been completely washed away by the heavy rain.

"……dawn."

A girl's voice came from behind me.

The voice was very soft, but Chu Hua believed she should know who its owner was.

Sure enough, when she turned her head, Ruo Yemu was standing there blankly behind her.

"Xiao... what's wrong?"

However, she didn't look at herself, but after glancing at Xiangzi, she fixed her gaze firmly on the boy being held in Chu Hua's arms.

　Yue. Yi Yi Ling ①〣（七）④ Cover wine? Si（九）? Dad “Xiao…what’s wrong?”

She repeated her question, her expression still completely calm and devoid of any emotion.

But that's precisely what makes it so scary.

Because there was no emotion in Wakaba Mutsu's eyes, only a blank, lifeless emptiness.

"I don't know either. Xiaojun probably did it to prevent Xiaoxiang from being hit by a car..."

Chu Hua didn't continue speaking because she noticed that Mu's gaze had become even more terrifying.

Black hole.

It was like a black hole that was about to swallow Xiao, who was lying in her arms, whole.

Ruo Yemu knelt down on the asphalt road with a thud, completely unconcerned that her fair and delicate knees might be rubbed raw by the rough ground.

She just wanted to get closer, and even closer.

Only when she heard the even breathing sounds coming from Kazama Akatsuki's nostrils could she truly feel at ease.

"...Anyway, I have just called for emergency medical services and the police."

Chu Hua didn't say anything more, but she tightened her grip on the boy in her arms even more.

Kazama should be fine, because a few minutes later the siren of the ambulance was getting closer and closer, and many medical staff also rushed over with a stretcher.

They took the unconscious boy from Chu Hua and put him and the frightened Xiangzi into an ambulance heading to the nearest hospital.

Mu silently got into the car that was traveling with them—after all, her two most important people were lying in that car.

Chu Hua originally wanted to go along, but she had to retreat back to RiNG's venue because of the growing crowd of onlookers and the camera shutters that started flashing at some point.

She walked through the crowd with her hat pulled low, just as Su Shi and Li Xi, who were about to go out to investigate, bumped into them at the gate.