Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

Hijikata's pupils narrowed slightly.

However, he didn't immediately jump up and ask what's wrong; nor did he blurt out strange words like "How did you become a Rakshasa!?"

She blinked.Then, she raised her eyelids, and those red pupils looked straight into his eyes.

"...You really know why I became like this." She said slowly.

Hijikata's constricted pupils slowly returned to their original shape.The visual and spiritual shock caused by seeing her suddenly become a Rakshasa in front of him seemed to have passed.

He sighed slightly.

"Of course I know," he said finally.

"Because it was me who caused you to become such a person."

For some reason, it was a very plain sentence - when Tu Fang said it, there was no strong self-blame or regret in his tone - but Liu Quan felt a surge of tears in his ears when he heard it. into her eyes.

As soon as her nose was sore, her vision was blurred by the mist.

"Mr. Hijikata..." she murmured.

When she called out this title again, her heart suddenly felt a throbbing pain.

For a moment, it seems that everything in the outside world—history, reality, truth or illusion—is no longer important.

In her eyes, there is only this person—traveling through history and fantasy, gradually emerging from memories, so that he can reappear in front of her, just like a dream.

She suddenly lowered her head and took a step forward; in an instant, the last bit of distance between them was erased.

In the next second, her cheek was pressed tightly against his warm chest, and her arms were wrapped around his waist—just like the gesture of their embrace in those long, long ago memories.

He seemed to be taken aback by her sudden attack, and his body froze.

However, he didn't yell something like "How dare you be rude to the deputy chief, Shidou is not enlightened, go and cut seppuku" at her, but hesitated for a moment, slowly raised his arms and wrapped them around her shoulders.

Then, he put his big warm hand on the back of her head, and gently stroked her short messy hair a few times.

"Ah." He replied hoarsely.

"...Mr. Hijikata." She called again.

Hijikata paused slightly as he stroked the uneven hair on the back of her head.

"...Ah." He responded again.

Then, he suddenly felt her arms tighten around his waist, as if she wanted to strangle his waist with all her strength.

This association could not help but make him smile bitterly.

Then, he lowered his face slightly forward, pressed his left cheek against the top of her hair, and then slowly slid down a little; in the process of sliding, he naturally tilted his face slightly to the right—— In this way, when he touched her forehead, it was no longer his cheek that was close to her skin, but——

his lips.

His lips silently pressed against her forehead and pressed it hard.

She seemed to be startled by it, and her body trembled slightly.

Hijikata silently curled the corners of his lips and smiled.

Then, he heard her voice, muffled, as if she was aggrieved.

"...Where has Mr. Hijikata been hiding for so long..."

That voice, which is always full of vigor and confidence, now sounds a little weak, but for some reason, it makes people feel a little more affectionate.

The author has something to say:

February 4:

I went out at eight o'clock in the morning and was busy until just after nine o'clock before I came home...

I will fly to the United States early tomorrow morning, and return on the evening of the 24th.

Sprinkle a little sugar for everyone in a hurry, and then I will try my best to write in the United States!