[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

I am amnesia.

It might seem strange to say this in person, but after days of staring at the white walls of the hospital, I have to admit: I really, really can't remember anything.

Who am I, why did I show up in the hospital, what year is it now, how did the man who called himself my fiance show up.

All kinds of questions are like untangleable threads, intertwined in a mess. My useless memory is like a dark lake. I stretch out my hands and stir in it for a long time. Can't catch it.

Human memory should be a very important thing.

Obviously...it is very important.

I stood by the high window, the white curtain fluttered gently in the breeze, the weather is fine today, the cloudless sky is as blue as washing.

In the yard not far away, patients undergoing rehabilitation training walked slowly with the support of their family members.

This is a high-end private hospital, and there are almost no civilians in the hospital. If you catch them casually in the corridor, they are either high-level intellectuals who have returned from overseas, or bankers or government officials with social prestige.

"Miss Chaori came out to relax again?" The nurse who took care of me cast a kind look at me.

During the hospitalization, the people in the hospital were very friendly to me. They often lamented to me how gentle and considerate my fiancé is. The subtext is that although I have amnesia now, the future is still full of possibilities for happiness.

Whether that gentleman is gentle and considerate remains to be verified, but he estimates that it is true that he spent a lot of money in this hospital.

As the only person who knows my past, my fiancé comes to see me in the hospital every night to answer many of my questions and confusions.

According to my fiancé, he works for a large pharmaceutical company. We met when we were young and we got married very early.

My parents died in an accident when I was 14, and I was living with my fiancé until I fell down the stairs.

I don't know how true the words of this person are, but I have seen myself in the mirror, and if there is anything deceitful about me, to be honest, I really can't figure it out, I am taking advantage of him More or less.

If he didn't look educated, I'd suspect my fiancé was out of his mind.

After a week of rest in the hospital with nothing to do, the doctor in the white coat mercifully told me that I would be discharged after the bandages were removed.

The wind in late spring and early summer carries a warm fragrance of flowers, and the humidity in the air has not yet fermented.

I jumped down the stairs in two steps in three steps. When I looked up, I saw a familiar figure at the door unexpectedly.

In the evening, the sun had just set at the end of the horizon, and the afterglow of the day rendered the sky a thin purple color.

My fiancé stood by the door with his back to the twilight, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting there.

The little nurse in the lobby raised her head quietly.

"Zhao Ri." I was about to turn around, but my fiancé seemed to have locked onto my position, his plum red eyes slightly curved, "Where's your luggage?"

I stopped my steps and replied calmly: "Still upstairs. I didn't expect you to come so early."

The twilight between day and night was short, and when I stepped out of the hospital gate, the lights outside were already on.People in kimono and western clothes come and go, and the streets pulling electric poles look lively and bustling.

"Sir, are we...going home now?"

The hustle and bustle of people floated in the first night, I followed behind my fiancé, looked around enough, and then looked away.

"Please don't use such a distant address." His voice was light, and his tone was still gentle.

I thought about it for a while.

"... Mr. Jun Guo?"

He didn't seem very satisfied.

I hesitate for a moment.

"Junguo?"

I don't know why, but I have some reluctance to use this name, as if it wasn't his original name, but something added later.

"Isn't Jun Guo okay too?" I opened my eyes wide, "Then what should I call you? "Honey"? "

The person walking in front stopped suddenly, and I had no time to react, so I bumped into it.

"Get out of the way—the tram is coming—"

The crisp bells swayed, and the iron-clad tram rumbled past.

The bustling street seemed to pause for a second, but as the sound of the bell faded away, the frozen world quickly resumed its previous din.

The broad back was a little stiff, taut like a wall.

The crisp suit fabric made me a little hurt. I took a step back and subconsciously raised my hand to cover the tip of my nose.

"...Sorry." Mr. Jun Guo turned around.

There was nothing unusual in the expression on his face, as if he himself hadn't just stood motionless on the street in a daze.

He took away my hand covering my face, apologetic in his beautiful plum red eyes: "Did the bump hurt you?"

I told him calmly: "Your shoulders are too hard."

In fact, I want to tell him that he is too close.

He chuckled: "Not next time."

Then, with a natural expression, he took my hand.

……Um?

Because his actions were so natural, I forgot to react for a moment.

Mr. Jun Guo said casually: "You can use that title."

Hearing his tone, I thought for a moment that he was giving me some great gift.

I shook my head, shook off this inexplicable thought, and decided to play dumb.

"what?"

Turning his head slightly, Mr. Jun Guo glanced at me with a half-smile.

I quickly raised the hand that was not held: "Don't."

After a pause, the inexplicable chill that climbed up my spine prompted me to speak again: "I haven't recovered my memory yet. I'm a little... not used to it."

I know this can be a very hurtful word.

Mr. Jun Guo was silent for a while.

"It's ok."

I don't know if he means it's okay for me to have amnesia, or if it's okay to call him "dear" in this case.

Speechless all the way.

When I walked to the mansion with a Japanese-Western eclectic style, I came back to my senses belatedly—we walked all the way back from the hospital.

I looked up at Mr. Jun Guo, he took off his black suit jacket, the maid guarding the door took a step forward respectfully, and did not say a word during the process of taking off the jacket.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Jun Guo noticed that I was looking at him.

"...Didn't we need to walk back?"

I don't know which part of what I said pleased him, he bent his lips, raised his hand to smooth the hair that fell to my cheek, and didn't deny it.

"Yes."

I turned my head slightly, and turned to look at the spacious hall.

The dark red wooden floor is bright, and the carved chandelier emits a unique night light on the high ceiling.My sight came to the stairs leading to the second floor. According to the doctor and everyone, I fell down this staircase, hit my head and lost my memory.

The stairs now have a thick pile carpet and the handrails have been refinished.

I stared at it for a long time, but my memory was still blank.

"Chao Ri." Mr. Jun Guo's voice came from behind.

He told me softly, "Don't think about it."

I don't know why, but my intuition tells me that I can't turn around at this time.

So I didn't move.

Standing in place, I raised my head, and my eyes fell along the handrail of the stairs to the oil painting on the wall.

"Where do I sleep tonight?"

Mr. Jun Guo smiled gently: "Come with me."

A few minutes later, I calmly sat on the edge of the bed covered with soft quilts, and looked at the person who had nothing wrong with his face.

"Aren't you leaving?"

The room facing the courtyard on the second floor is very warmly furnished. The bookcases against the wall are full of books in foreign languages. The reclining sofa faces the French windows. The thick velvet curtains hang down like rich red wine. onto the carpeted wooden floor.

I have no memory of this room.

Although I retain common sense knowledge and can recognize the names of all the furniture, I have no recollection of these items, and I simply observe the surrounding environment like a stranger.

"Asahi." My fiancé said with a gentle expression, "This is also my room."

"..."

Careless.

He raised his hand to loosen the neckline, and said very naturally: "Can you come and help me?"

I also told him very honestly, "I won't."

The action of loosening the tie paused, and Mr. Junguo said with a warm smile:

"It's okay, I can teach you."

He held my fingers, his palms were a little cold, as if he was naturally hypothermic.

He pulled me to stand up, put my hand on the tie on his chest, pulled the end lightly, and the black tie loosened, like a cold and soft snake fell on the back of my hand.

"Look, it's very simple." Mr. Jun Guo's voice was low, he was still holding my hand, and his plum red eyes looked at me without blinking.

The black slightly curly hair falls on the pale cheeks, I have to admit that he does have a flawless face, the line from the Adam's apple to the collarbone is only a small part exposed from the torn neckline, but it is already It's thought-provoking enough.

I buttoned it up for him.

There was a light knock on the door, and the maid wearing an apron put the tray in her hand on the coffee table, as if she hadn't seen anything, bowed slightly, and then quietly retreated out.

"what is that?"

I looked at the cup held in front of my eyes.

"Hot milk." He told me, "I heard from the doctor that you have a headache recently, and this can help you sleep."

Mr. Jun Guo kept looking at me, so I had no choice but to take the cup and take a shallow sip along the rim.

It is indeed hot milk.

The taste is warm and mellow, and it seems to have added sugar, which unexpectedly suits my appetite.

I finished a cup of hot milk, and a smile appeared on Mr. Junguo's face.

He touched my cheek with a gentle expression: "It's getting late, if you're tired, you'd better go to bed early."

I nodded: "What about you?"

"I still have work." Mr. Jun Guo looked at me tenderly, "Go to bed first."

I thought I wasn't sleepy, but the moment I touched the pillow, I didn't remember anything.

……

The indistinct morning light fell to the floor through the cracks in the curtains, and the room was very dark. When the consciousness that was suddenly disconnected was reconnected, I had stared at the bedside table for a long time.

The world at dawn is blue like mist, and all voices are silent, trapped in an unfinished dream.

As a person who woke up early, I lay my head on the pillow in silence for a long time, and when I wanted to turn over, I realized that my movements were limited, and the culprit was Mr. Jun Guo who held me in his arms.

I took a deep breath and tried to break his arms around my waist.

fail.

The back is against the broad chest, because the distance is too close, I can even feel his shallow breath falling on my neck, and the fine itching along the skin on the side of the neck has been drilled into my collar.

I had no choice but to turn around in the limited space, but I also indirectly stuck myself into his arms.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly, with his eyelids closed, he looked gentle and harmless, with a light shadow accumulated in his eye sockets, and he probably worked until late last night.

I can't remember anything.There is absolutely no falsehood in this statement.

But I seem to have such a fiancé.

The name Asahi is not unfamiliar to me either.

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart. Ever since I woke up and saw this person for the first time, I had a strange feeling in my heart.

The heart can't help but be attracted, but intuitively knows that one step forward is the bottomless abyss, and if you stretch out your hand, you will fall to pieces.

My consciousness seems to be split into two parts. Reason tells me that I must never get close, but my heart is tightly held by an invisible thread, as if there is a strange voice whispering in my ear, telling me that I should obey that feeling, obey ...

The person who put his hand on my waist opened his bright red eyes.

"Asahi, what are you doing?"

The curly black hair spilled from my fingertips. I stroked his hair and said slowly:

"Shouldn't your hair be longer?"

The curly and thick long hair like seaweed falls to the thin and thin shoulders.

In the blurry memory fragment, the person lying next to me——

who is it?

In the dim light, for a moment, the person opposite seemed to have a beast-like vertical pupil.

The author has something to say: Asahi: Dear?

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