108 Raiders of Yukinoshita

Yan Jiang accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

It's a little bit worse...

The man appeared in front of her and spoke softly to her.

A warm big hand took her little hand, not knowing where to take her.

"...Who are you? Did I... forget something?"

At some point, her eyes were filled with tears, which shed silently. She didn't know why she was so sad.

"Answer me!"

she cried out imploringly.

"I didn't expect you to be in a place like this..."

A hand waved, and the phantom shattered.

Her left hand was firmly grasped.

Staring blankly at the man disappearing, she turned to look at the man who grabbed her.

“Kobe salt sauce…”

The blond boy with two hairpins pinned to his bangs on the right murmured incredulously, his cheeks flushed rapidly, and his eyes were confused as if he was about to faint.

"It's so warm...then...it's me..."

The heart was beating violently, the lungs were hypoxic, and the brain was constantly dizzy, no matter how hard he tried to breathe, it was not enough.

The child's temperature...

Small and lovely hands... Delicate fingers...

The big eyes that are pure and don't know what filth is...

so cute……

really cute...

There's always been something I wanted this kid to do...

The three-star sun took two steps back, knelt down in front of her, put his schoolbag aside, and then made a very standard soil seat, throwing himself on the ground.

"Please tell me, Pain, fly away!"

Yan Jiang stared at him blankly, not knowing how to react.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded in agreement.

Because she was very tired after running for a long time, she asked this strange person to take her to rest on a bench in a small park not far from here.

Sitting on the bench, she stretched out her hand and touched Samsung Sun's bent head, and said softly in a childish voice.

"Fly away with pain..."

After speaking, the little hand quickly raised up, as if throwing away bad emotions.

Repeated several times.

This person...call her salt, right?

Kobe... so familiar...

His thoughts were interrupted by a suppressed whimper, Yan Jiang looked at the Samsung Sun suspiciously, and drops of transparent liquid fell onto the bench.

"I'm... dirty..."

Samsung Sun lowered his head, trying not to let Yan Jiang see his face, and spoke intermittently.

"I was played with my whole body by that woman...and kept..."

"But... after being touched by you, it seems to be purified..."

"I'm really... so happy..."

Shiojiang reached out to stroke his head, the soft blond hair felt smooth, like petting a dog.

"Touch your head, people with good-looking hair..."

"My name is Sun..."

"Then I'll call you Mr. Sun."

Yan Jiang had a bright and innocent smile on his face.

"Don't cry, you will become sad!"

"Um... sorry..."

Samsung Sun reluctantly answered, his tone choked up.

This kid is an angel...

An angel who can heal him...

When I saw the leaflet for the first time, I felt that this child could purify his defiled heart...