Ke Xue: A small wish list

Sato Yu thought about it, and based on the benefits that Xiaolan had given Conan before, even if he didn't die after recovering, he would be skinned!

Looking at Conan who was a little scared, Sato Yu smiled and said: "Now that the threat from the organization is gone, how long do you plan to wait to confess to Xiaolan?"

Conan: "I... I don't know..."

Sato Yu stood up and walked to Conan, patting Conan on the shoulder: "Listen to my advice, the sooner you talk about it, the better. If you delay it for too long, Xiaolan might kill you directly after knowing the situation! Or, Xiaolan can't wait for you to show up, and turns around and falls into the arms of someone else. What will you do then? Send your blessing? Are you willing? Are you willing?"

Conan's face gradually turned red, and the last sentence he blurted out was: "I will never agree to that kind of thing!"

Sato Yu turned and walked away, and his voice came slowly: "It's already at that time, what's the point of you disagreeing? You are so timid now, I really can't imagine if you still have the courage to say no when that time comes?"

Conan: "..."

Sato Yu walked towards the door of the basement: "Now that we've come to this, think about it carefully! By the way, remember to close the door when you leave!"

Conan: "I..."

Conan, with a confused mind, somehow returned to the Maori Detective Agency. After entering the door, he did not shout as usual: "I'm back..."

Instead, he returned to the room quietly. When passing by the kitchen, he turned his head to glance at Xiaolan who was busy.

Xiaolan, who was tasting the salty food with a spoon, was really beautiful. The golden sunset in the afternoon shone on her body, adding a hazy beauty to her. The golden light dyed her black hair golden. She looked like an angel standing in the sun, beautiful and peaceful...

Conan returned to the room, sat in the corner and looked at the flowerpot on the windowsill, which had long lost all its life.

Conan sat quietly in the corner without saying anything until Xiaolan called them to eat. Conan was not in a good mood and had no appetite. He said weakly: "I don't want to eat, you guys eat first."

Xiaolan put down the soup and turned to look at the door of the room. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was a little worried. She stood up and walked to the door, knocked gently, and asked gently: "Is Conan sick?"

Conan leaned against the door and looked at the flower pot on the windowsill: "No, I just don't have an appetite. You guys eat first."

Xiaolan stood at the door and said softly, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

After a moment of silence, Conan said in a low voice: "Xiaolan..."

Xiaolan was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Conan then shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Nothing..."

Seeing that she couldn't get any information out of him, Xiaolan could only comfort Conan quietly for a while, and then went to eat.

At night, after everyone fell asleep, Conan opened his eyes and sat up.

He came to Xiaolan and looked at her sleeping soundly, and became absent-minded again.

He stretched out his right hand and wanted to touch Xiaolan's cheek, but his palm stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Looking at the back of his hand, Conan slowly turned his palm towards himself. Looking at his tender palm, he froze in place.

My mind began to recall everything that had happened, including the day when I went to the amusement park with Xiaolan. The smile on Xiaolan's face seemed to have never disappeared.

The last scene he saw was Xiaolan standing there, waving at him with a slight interaction with him, and shouting his name.

That scene seemed to have happened just yesterday...

After becoming smaller, he stayed by Xiaolan's side as Conan. Seeing this once strongest girl actually shed tears for him, Conan had only one thought in his mind: "She can actually cry!"

When I attend a party and am stared at by a bandaged weirdo, I will be scared, cry, and feel confused.

When playing at the beach, I will laugh heartily and forget all my worries.

She would even confess to herself that he was the person she loved most in her heart.

When they met again for the first time, he saw Xiaolan's helplessness, worry and surprise. Originally, he wanted to isolate Xiaolan completely from the matter that time.

But he softened his heart, why?

Was it just because he saw Xiaolan's tears?

Or does he feel guilty towards Xiaolan?

Or maybe both...

When they met again for the second time, he did not dwell on the case that interested him the most, but quietly accompanied her for five days. During those five days, he seemed to have gotten to know a different Xiaolan all over again.

Maybe that is the real Xiaolan.

after all……

He seemed to have never taken a serious look at the girl who had always been by his side.

Sunshine, bright, gentle like water, warm like spring breeze, kind, brave...

It was like a gift from God, giving the girl all the beauty of the world. Under the sunset that day, she was so beautiful, just like...

Like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world...

That time he couldn't help but leave a promise that if they could meet again, he would tell her everything and would never hide anything from her again.

But now that things have come to this, he is actually a little hesitant. Should he tell Xiaolan?

How should I tell Xiaolan?

Tell Xiaolan that I am Kudo Shinichi, that I have never left, that I have always been by her side, that I have no hope of changing back to my original appearance, that I can only stay with her as a child, that I can only watch her meet another prince charming, and that I can only wish her happiness for the rest of her life...

but……

He didn't want to, he didn't want to see Xiaolan sad for him, he didn't want to see Xiaolan helpless again.

He was unwilling to accept that he could only stay with his beloved in the body of a child. He was unwilling to accept that when Xiaolan was in danger, he had no ability to protect her.

He didn't want that. He didn't want Xiaolan to feel conflicted because of him.

He was scared, confused and worried.

Looking at his own small and tender hands, he looked up at the window. His reflection on the glass was so young. Then he looked down at Xiaolan who was sleeping soundly.

He deeply understood a truth, that is, appearance fades and time passes.

If there is no antidote, wouldn't it be another form of injustice to Xiaolan if I told her all this?

If there is no antidote, would it be a better choice to just leave quietly?

But if there is an antidote, can I stand by Xiaolan openly?

If there really is an antidote, what reason should I use to return to Xiaolan?

"Antidote, antidote... antidote..."

Then he came to the window and looked at the lifeless flower pot. He was like a deflated ball. He took a deep breath and then fell into a long silence...