Only 100 days left in life

On her birthday, Shiratori Mariko had already arranged it in advance.

She would first go to the hospital to get the medical examination notice she had done a few days ago, then buy a bouquet of flowers on the way home, and bring home the ordered cake...

She has no relatives, no friends, rarely communicates with colleagues, and avoids dinner parties.

So in today's spare time, only she, the cat and a pot of green dill are left at home.

It should have been like this.

It should be like this.

"...This matter may be a bit difficult for you to accept, although it is so," the doctor in front of him could not bear it, "we still need to tell you, judging from your current health status, according to all the data we have recorded so far Let's say-"

He sighed, "We estimate that you still have about a hundred days."

Shiratori Mariko's mind went blank for a moment.

She seemed to be unable to understand what the doctor in front of her was saying. Those familiar words had now turned into something as incomprehensible as those questions in high school, passing straight through her mind and flying to other places go.

The consulting room was quiet for a while.

The gray-haired doctor didn't speak any more, but looked at Shiratori Mariko with his gray eyes through the lens, calmly waiting for her answer.

Shiratori Mariko stared blankly at the doctor, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"You mean..." After a while, she asked hesitantly, "That is to say, am I going to die?"

After she said this, the consulting room fell into silence again.

For a while, only the machine on the side was still unconsciously flashing lights and making a regular beeping sound.

"The situation is not optimistic."

Pushing open the door of the cake shop, the wind chimes hanging on the curtain made a crisp sound.

It's still early, and the part-time employees haven't come to work yet.

So only the female owner of this store was nestled behind the counter, holding a box of cookies, watching TV dramas with relish while eating.

Shiratori Mariko walked to the counter and tapped on the table.

"Boss," she said, "I'm here to get the cake that I ordered a few days ago."

In fact, she no longer remembers how she got out of the hospital.

Shiratori Mariko just walked to this frequent cake shop as usual, and then opened the door to come in, only to realize that she was here to get the cake.

"Ah, it's Mariko," the female boss said with a smile.

She took out a well-packed box from the freezer on the side, put it on the counter on one side, and fished out a bag from the other side, and carefully put the cake in it.

Then, the hostess handed the bag to Mariko Shiratori.

"Here," she said, "Happy birthday, Mariko. It's nice to be a year older."

Another year older.

Yeah...it won't grow any bigger next year.

"Ah, thank you," Mariko Shiratori replied slowly.

She looked at the beautifully decorated cake in the transparent box, and walked out with the things again.

The female boss also watched Mariko Shiratori grow up, and always felt that something was wrong, so she thought about it and stopped her.

"Wait," she took out two more boxes of biscuits from below, walked around the counter, and stuffed them into her hands, "It's a benefit for regular customers, you can take them home to eat."

Shiratori Mariko hurriedly refused.

"Your business here is good," she said, "It's embarrassing for me to order cakes at a discounted price, and I can't take your things anymore..."

"It's just two boxes of biscuits," the female boss waved her hand indifferently, "I have something to eat, take it home and eat it."

Then he asked Mariko Shiratori worriedly, "Are you too busy recently? I feel that you don't look well today. Pay attention to your body, I still think about treating you to a cake for your birthday next year..."

Hearing "next year", Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

next year……

Forget it, it was irreparable.

If that's the case, there's no need to put someone in a bad mood.

Taking the biscuit with one hand, Shiratori Mariko looked sideways at the female boss.

"Thank you, boss," she said with a smile, "it's all right, I'm fine."

Although it may not be next year, thank you anyway.

With a creak, the door opened.

Mariko Shiratori, who was wearing large and small bags, piled the things on the ground, wiped off her sweat, and carefully closed the door.

She changed her shoes and walked inside with her things again, "It's finally over."

After putting away the cake and some fruits and vegetables brought back, Shiratori Mariko fell back onto the sofa.

The orange and white cat stretched lazily, nimbly jumped up to the side of Shiratori Mariko, and wagged its tail to climb on her.

Shiratori Mariko picked up the cat funny and turned it upside down.

"Tuanzi, are you fat?" she asked.

The cat named Tuanzi didn't cooperate and patted her face with a meat pad, as if to refute.

It yelled twice before curling up next to Shiratori Mariko and lying down squeezed together.

Shiratori Mariko also planned to sit down for a while.

She took out the report from the bag beside her, found the diagnosis result, looked at the line of words, and was dazed again.

Will gradually weaken and die slowly.

Family genetic disease.It is conservatively estimated that there are about [-] days left.

Shiratori Mariko was a little dazed.

What should she do?She...why her?

She lost her father when she was a child, and her mother left her to leave. Mariko Shiratori can only live alone.

Relying on the money left by his father to barely support his schooling, he chose to work part-time to make ends meet since high school, doing everything by himself.

I thought this was already miserable enough, but it seems that God still thinks that she can be even worse.

Shiratori Mariko twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to make herself smile, but couldn't.

Others' lives have just begun, and hers is coming to an end.

Remembering that she hadn't eaten yet, she put the report in her hand aside, carefully avoided the sofa next to the dumpling, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Let's cook first.

Turn off the gas stove below, the fried eggs in the pan are still steaming.

Shiratori Mariko filled a bowl of rice, first poured the prepared vegetables on the rice, and then covered the egg on top, then took off her apron, and sat at the table with the rice.

Smelling the fragrant fragrance, Shiratori Mariko tried her best to restrain herself, holding back the sourness in her heart.

She took out the excuses she used to persuade herself.

Nobody hurts, it's no use crying, right?

But when she scooped up a spoonful of vegetables and mixed them with rice and stuffed them into her mouth, tears still fell.

She is not good at cooking, and apart from the dishes she learned while working, she only knows a few simple home-cooked dishes.However, such meals now exude an unexpected sense of deliciousness, which seems to make her cry.

With this simple food, Mariko Shiratori covered her face and cried softly.

After tidying up her emotions, the rest of the food in Mariko Shiratori's bowl was almost eaten.

Tuanzi slowly rubbed across to her, sat in its small place, chewed the cat food slowly, and wiped its mouth with its paw from time to time.

Shiratori Mariko laughed when she saw its elegant appearance.

Who would have thought that such a fussy cat was a dirty little stray cat she picked up last year?

She casually ate the rest of the rice in the bowl, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and looked at the kitten, Tuanzi, with her chin resting on her cheek.

"Tuanzi, the doctor said, I will leave forever in a hundred days," she reached out and poked the tail of the dumpling, "Will you miss me then?"

The dumpling let out a "meow--" before flicking off its tail and jumping to another table, as if it didn't know anything.

Shiratori Mariko smiled, picked up her sleeve casually, wiped the corners of her eyes that were red from tears, and looked at the clean and soft cat, she became a little worried again.

If he passed away, who should he entrust the dumpling to?

This is what Fu Heihui saw when he turned the handle and opened the door.

The brown-haired girl with a high ponytail propped her head up, looking intently at the cat on the other table, her eyes were still red, but she smiled gently and peacefully.

The decorations on the table were accidentally knocked down by the cat, making a crisp sound, and the green radishes on the balcony stretched their branches and leaves vigorously towards the sun.

Linen curtains fluttering in the wind, fluffy cushions under your feet...

In the room with clear light and shadow in front of him, everything is soft and unbelievable.

However, the problem is-

"Sorry to interrupt."

Facing the four eyes of one person and one cat, Fu Heihui took a step back expressionlessly and closed the door.

He probably went the wrong way.

But I haven't heard of any new teachers or students staying in the college recently, so what's going on with this person...?

Fu Heihui, who exited the door, looked up at the sign and paused for a few seconds.

Well, it was his single room in the dormitory, and he just opened the door with his own dormitory key.

Judging from the layout just now, the time for him to complete a mission is not enough to redecorate and expand the original area, so the suspicion of Gojo Satoru's prank is ruled out.

His room had average lighting, but that room was obviously well lit.

...so what is the situation now.

Was he under a spell, or did someone open a realm in his room? !

Thinking of the ordinary people who were still in the house and probably entered by mistake, Fu Heihui immediately patted the jade dog beside him.

"Go call Wutiao Sensei and the others," he whispered, then turned the handle again and stepped into unknown territory.

Mariko Shiratori was at a loss for the fact that a boy dressed as a high school student emerged from her bathroom.

So is her cat dumpling.

The boy said sorry and left very naturally, as if he just opened the wrong office door, or knocked on the wrong door when he got his house wrong, there was no problem at all——

The problem is getting bigger!That was the only bathroom in her house!Perverted? !

What's more, because she lives here alone, Shiratori Mariko remembers very clearly that she installed security windows on every window.

Her house is on the eighth floor, how did this boy get in?Over the wall?Climb the pipe?

Did she meet the burglar? ! !

Shiratori Mariko picked up the broom next to her, stood up abruptly, and opened the bathroom door.

It was empty and there was nothing inside.

Nothing at all? !What the hell?

Could it be that the mental pressure was too great today, which brought her hallucinations?

Putting down the broom, Shiratori Mariko sat back on the sofa.

"Could it be that I'm too nervous because I'm about to die?" She murmured, "That boy is indeed handsome, but is this the type I like..."

Not long after she slumped on the sofa, the bathroom handle turned again.

Mariko Shiratori subconsciously picked up the teacup next to her and looked over there.

The black-haired boy who had just strayed in stood aggressively on the absorbent pad she bought recently. Even his hair was blown up, and his face was serious. It seemed that he was serious.

He seemed to realize that he came back to steal. Not only should he not apologize, but he should reappear and come back to do a big job.

And there was a white long-haired dog beside the boy's feet. Although it looked very serious, it seemed to be quite uncomfortable with the uneven touch of the absorbent pad, and it lifted its foot a little away.

Noticing that Shiratori Mariko was looking at it, the dog habitually smiled at her and stuck out its tongue. Seeing this skilled movement, it definitely does this kind of thing in normal times.

...strangely cute.