The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

"Ok?"

After her five senses were strengthened, she became very sensitive to the sounds around her and the sight of others.

This intense gaze is...

Amemiya glanced calmly towards the door, and immediately saw a woman staring at the place with wide eyes.

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A strange classroom.

A stranger I've never met.

Feeling uneasy, she stood at the door, her body shaking unnaturally, her legs trembling slightly, and she unconsciously tugged at her heavy sportswear and zipped it up tight in the already hot weather.

Only the burning sensation in her body, the discomfort that felt like it was being burned by fire, could ease the tension and fear in her heart.

It's like when people think back to the stupid, immature, and embarrassing things they have done, they want to bang their heads against the wall.

Physical pain can divert inner tension, endure fear and anger, and suppress emotions.

Doing this can make her feel at ease when she meets strangers.

But there are too many strangers today, so no matter how uncomfortable my body feels, it is really not that effective to control my mood.

In the heat of the body and the trembling of the torment of the heart...

A cool, fresh breeze blew past me.

"--How are you?"

A cold and calm voice came from behind her. She turned around and smelled a faint fragrance.

A relaxing, reassuring scent.

What came into view was a girl who was very inconsistent with An Xin's aura.

The girl had a blank expression on her face. Her cold gaze was like a dazzling crescent moon, and her whole body exuded a noble temperament that no one should disturb.

It was like seeing a piece of untouchable ice, exuding its coolness elegantly and aloofly.

If it were someone else, they would probably feel scared and be hurt by the cold air.

but.

This coolness is very suitable for her hot body.

"You don't look well, do you need help?"

Her school uniform was no different from that of her classmates, but her white lace gloves were very eye-catching.

Dressed in a stylish and elegant manner, she looks like an iceberg lady... the kind whose family is very rich...

But despite his outward appearance, he still spoke words of concern.

What a weird guy.

"..."

"Can't you speak?"

"No! No... I'm fine...!"

She waved hurriedly, "Sorry! No need to trouble you..."

"My name is Amamiya Yi, what's your name?"

"Ah... Hello, my name is Sudo Rinka, Amamiya-san..."

"Not you, but you."

The girl corrected calmly.

"Sudo Rinka, please stop apologizing to others casually from now on, and don't use honorifics like 'you' to anyone other than your seniors or elders."

"You are never worse than anyone else, so please look up, you never need to be humble."

.....

...

That was... the first time Sudo Rinka met her.

It was also the first time that Sudo Rinka knew her name.

She discovered it for the first time.

It turns out that a girl can be so handsome.

But after that, nothing happened between them for a long time.

If you think about it carefully, it's not surprising. After all, she is an ice beauty who keeps strangers away and is cold and elegant.

She is the humble and introverted class monitor in the corner, the one others only think of when they are in trouble.

The two of them will not have any interactions with each other, and probably won't say a word to each other after graduation.

Time passed quietly and a year passed.

That year, my mother died of overwork.

She regretted not doing more for her mother, but there was no time to grieve and she could only move on with her life.

Everything was going well, and she should have been able to peacefully finish her studies and enter society.

...But an accident during his second year of high school brought everything to nothing.

In order to please his girlfriend, Sudo Rinka's childhood sweetheart revealed his girlfriend in public and laughed at her in the audience.

"Like me? Don't you even look at what you look like?"

"Are you worthy?"

"........"

Sudo Rinka didn't say a word, just lowered her head quietly.

Does she like him?

Thinking about it carefully, she didn't actually like him. She just liked the neighbor boy who saved her in the beginning.

As he grew older, she could not hide the ugly face beneath the skin, the greedy look of taking without wanting to give.

I just wanted to repay his kindness, so I tolerated his orders and orders again and again.

But he treated it as a humble love and trampled on it at will...

I was so stupid that I became the laughing stock of the school that day.

On the way home from school in the afternoon, Sudo Rinka, who was depressed after being stimulated, was in a daze and the doll pendant on her schoolbag was hooked off by the iron railings on the bridge and fell into the river.

That was the last gift her father left her.

My father is a very gentle man. He became a firefighter because he was rescued from a fire as a child.

He told her that people should be grateful and should never forget to be a kind person no matter when and where.

However, about ten years ago in the New Year, sparks ignited everything amidst the fireworks.

That night, the sky was full of flames.

When we met again, he was no longer as tall as before.

He was put in a box.

He gave the girl he rescued her favorite toy.

A puppet.

That was also the last gift her father gave to her when she was six years old that New Year.

That moment.

She suddenly turned over and jumped into the river.

Just to get back a tattered doll...

And just then.

The girl who always seemed noble and aloof, jumped into the river when the people on the bridge were in a panic, and brought herself and the doll back from the slightly turbid water.

The strange yet familiar warm embrace reminded Sudo Rinka of her childhood when she jumped into the river because a doll fell into the river.

“No matter what happens, please cherish yourself.”

"There are still many people who care about you, so please live well."

.......

......

In the silent ward, a girl with long hair and skin as pale as snow lay quietly on the hospital bed.

She was weak and slender, like a piece of melting ice that would dissolve in the next moment.

"...Again, this scene..."

The smell of disinfectant, which is unique to hospitals, is strong and pungent.

Sudo Rinka sat quietly beside the bed. After a long silence, she slowly extended her hand towards the girl on the bed.

A somewhat rough palm gently brushed across the face that was pale and weak, but still moving.

Beautiful... but cold.

"Didn't you tell me to live..."

"Why did I leave first...

The cold and real touch touches the fragile part of my heart again and again.

"clatter."

Suddenly, the pure white and sadly beautiful girl shattered like a mirror falling to the ground.

She turned into countless fragments, falling to the ground one by one, making a crackling and somewhat harsh sound.

"..."

Sudo Rinka withdrew her hand, lowered her head and looked at the fragments on the ground.

After a moment, she sighed.

Obviously, I have seen it countless times.

But for some reason, every time I see it, I still can't calm down.

........

What killed Amemiya Yoshi was not a disaster or an accident, but a sudden illness.

From the diagnosis of the disease to the indifference of the person.

Only a short month passed, and before anyone could react, she passed away amidst everyone's regret and sorrow.

Sudo Rinka didn't know how to describe her situation.

Time travel? Precognitive dreams?

Because she has read too few novels and watched too few movies, her vocabulary in this area is a bit poor, and she really can't explain what her situation is.

She only vaguely remembered that after Amemiya Yi died... she suddenly returned to the first day of the new year, three years before she met her.

God mercifully gave her a second chance to save her benefactor, but it took her three years to gradually regain her memories of her last three years of high school.

After that day, she would have dreams every few days, and she would often dream about this ward.

However, there is actually much more unusual here than just a simple dream.

The pain, the unbelievably real touch, the inability to escape before fulfilling the conditions for leaving, the inability to return to reality...

The condition for leaving is...

Touch the scattered fragments.

Those fragments don't seem to be simple [imaginations], but [memories].