amber affair

Clinging to his own corridor and pulling away, Yukimura tried his best to maintain his usual smile, lowered his head and branded a precious kiss on his white forehead, and walked away quickly.If you don't leave, I'm afraid you will really lose control of yourself and take him severely.

Weakly slumped in the bathtub, letting the warm water soothe his exhausted body as if it had been dismantled, the delicate little face retreated from all pride and pretense, leaving only regret and pain.

Sanada-senpai, this is the end.I have given you everything I can, and there is no relationship between us.I didn't understand before. I thought that if I kept pestering you and liking you, I would finally get the desired result. Now it seems that I was too naive.You are kind to me, which gave me too many illusions, thinking that you also like me, that's why I have been refusing to see the truth clearly.

It turns out that I am nothing in your heart...

Stubbornly clenched his scarred lips, still unable to stop the liquid slowly sliding from his eye sockets, Ryoma raised his hand to tightly cover his eyes, curled up his body, and whimpered like a small animal.

I will forget you, even if I can't forget, I will try my best to forget you, that's what you want.As long as it is what you want, I will give it to you.Because, I still like you, Sanada-senpai...

After taking a shower, he staggered back to the guest room, where Yukimura had already prepared everything and was waiting there.Helping Ryoma to lie down silently, and applying the cooling and swelling ointment on the fiery tunnel and the red and swollen acupuncture points, Yukimura let out a long sigh, "If it is possible, I would like to know what happened to you and Sanada?"

For so many years, I have been guarding you, stubbornly unwilling to let go, just dreaming that one day you can forget him and stay by my side.However, I was wrong, even if that person gave you nothing but sorrow and pain, you still persist, just like mine.

Lying lazily on the soft quilt, while drowsy, Ryoma responded lightly: "That's what you saw, Sanada-senpai and I did it."

"That's not what I want to ask, Ryoma." Without ignoring the lingering resistance between the slightly frowning brows, Yukimura leaned down with a slight sneer, his eyes shining like amethyst with cold brilliance. "How far do you have to go to be willing?"

Over the years, he has seen enough farces where one person desperately pursues and one person flees desperately.The person who was chasing was bruised and bruised, and still stubbornly refused to give up; while the person who was running away was exhausted, giving in at the last moment every time.

Sanada, you obviously like him, and you also clearly know that he likes you, why do you want to make both of you scarred to be satisfied?What good is it to you?If you don't want to be with him, just say it, let him understand, and give others a chance!What the hell are you doing so vaguely!

Opening his eyes, his slightly opened cat eyes were absolutely sober, different from his voice. Ryoma quietly looked at Yukimura's cold amethyst, and a faint smile could not be seen on the corners of his pale lips. "It's over, Yukimura-senpai. You don't have to worry about me anymore, I won't go back to Japan to find him again."

Raising his eyebrows in astonishment, Yukimura stared at the ethereal young man in front of him for a long time, his lips trembling beyond words.Over the years, they have had disputes over Sanada's affairs, and they have also seen the pain of Ryoma's tearful stubbornness not letting the tears fall.However, no matter how painful it is, didn't you give up?

Why did he say give up all of a sudden, why there was no sign at all, why the hell he didn't feel the slightest joy, only a dense dull pain beating on his heart one after another.

Reaching out his hand to gently lift the slender and flexible body, and let him lean in his arms, Yukimura closed his eyes and pressed his face against the soft and cold dark green hair.After a long silence, a soft voice sounded in the silent room, with a trace of struggle: "I will always be here, Ryoma."

Laughing softly, looking up at Yukimura's gentle eyes, the golden cat eyes flashed a sad light, as if asking Yukimura, but also as if asking himself: "Is this considered retribution? I rejected Fuji at the beginning. Seniors and ministers, is retribution coming back now?"

"No, no, Ryoma." With a sharp pain in his heart, Yukimura hugged Ryoma tightly, pressed those sad cat eyes into his chest, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is no retribution. Even without him, you still Isn’t there me? I’ll always be here.” Whether this counts as taking advantage of someone’s danger or not, it doesn’t matter, he just wants to have a chance to give him happiness.

"Don't do this, Yukimura-senpai." A soft laugh came from his chest, with a hint of sadness, Ryoma whispered: "Just because I gave up, it doesn't mean that I will forget, you don't have to wait any longer."

I've always understood your intentions, but it's useless.That person has exhausted all my love and has no room to accommodate others.

Taking a deep breath, Yukimura held a smile uglier than crying on the corners of his elegant lips, gently held his delicate face, looked at him quietly, and then said in the calmest tone: "That's my business, with you It's okay, Ryoma."

Gently put him down, wrapped the young man who was exhausted from body to soul with a soft quilt, he turned around slowly, and walked outside.

(55)

Graduation, employment, according to the original life plan, the once all-powerful Emperor Lihai has now become an ordinary policeman in Kanagawa.

Going to work first, leaving get off work last, and returning home immediately after get off work, no matter when and where, he maintains a calm and serious expression, never accepts any invitations, and never hangs around any entertainment venues, stubbornly living a quiet life like stagnant water day.In the eyes of many people, Sanada Genichiro is such a rigid and boring man.

Sanada himself knew that this appearance was just a disguise.Every night, every night, the longing in my heart will be like a mad beast, roaring and almost trying to break free from the cage, gushing out.

Tonight, just like in the past, Sanada stayed in the dojo at home for a long time, wielding the sword again and again, but the family training of Fudoshen did not have any effect.Under the calm and condensed appearance, the blood was clamoring with uncontrollable thoughts, frantically rushing to the heart, and then backflowing, deep into the bone marrow.

Echizen, are you okay?

Counting from the night you left to today, it has been more than a year.I thought I could forget you by pushing you away so resolutely, but why do I still think of you.Genichiro Sanada is just a coward who deceives himself and others, he dare not even say that he likes you, so everything is his own fault.

Echizen, are you okay?

For more than a year, I have always received trophies from you from all over the world. They are so golden that they have filled the whole room.Even if you deliberately don't inquire about your news, judging from your record, you should be doing well.That little piece of land has put all the glory on you, and you have become a prince recognized by the world, attracting much attention.

So, I don't regret my resolute push away at the beginning.The pain of this longing, let me bear it alone, it is really my own fault.

Clutching the coldly shining knife in his hand, Sanada tried his best to support his tired body, even though the sweat stained his eyelashes and slowly dripped down the clean ground, he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

When Yukimura followed Asi and appeared at the door of the dojo, what he saw was this scene of infinite loneliness.The purple eyes were indescribably complicated, just because this scene was so familiar.The person who occupied his whole heart often exhausted his physical strength so desperately until he could no longer stand up.

"Xian Ichiro, take a break." Apologetic heartache glowed in her eyes, Asi clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, and her soft voice hid the hopelessness that could not be seen.

She knew she had done something wrong, since Echizen left that day, he had become like this.He kept silent, scolded himself desperately, and refused anyone who wanted to help him.Genichiro, do you want to live your whole life with such feelings?You are still so young, why can't I see the future in your eyes.

"Sanada." Politely gesturing Asi to leave, Yukimura walked slowly to Sanada's side, his handsome face covered with a mask-like smile. "Sorry to bother you all of a sudden."

Closing his eyes, putting the sharp blade back into the scabbard, Sanada turned to face Yukimura. "What's up?"

"Well, a sports magazine is going to make an album of Ryoma, hoping to take pictures of the trophies he won in the past. It won't be too long, the reporter is already waiting outside, just take a few photos and leave." The gentle voice said A little complicated, Yukimura quietly looked at Sanada's suddenly ugly face, and stopped talking.

Ryoma?Yukimura actually called Echizen's name, and there was an unmistakable intimacy between the words.Pursing his lips tightly, Sanada exhaled lightly, trying to keep himself calm, ignoring the needle-like pain in his heart.

I have never called him so intimately in person, only every night, when the boiling thoughts made it difficult to sleep, I would call him from the bottom of my heart.This name is his taboo, and it is also a scar that cannot be removed no matter how painful it is, at this moment, hearing Yukimura call it so naturally, intense jealousy welled up in his chest.

Walking out of the dojo silently, Sanada turned his head and said indifferently: "Please come in the reporter."

The guest room next to the bedroom has long been converted by Sanada into a place for Ryoma trophies, like a small showroom.Even the earliest trophies are clean and spotless, placed in a beautiful velvet box, telling how the owner of this house treats them well.

With surprise written all over his face, the reporter looked around the small room and couldn't help admiring softly: "This is what Echizen players have.