Only 100 days left in life

Knotaba Yuhito spoke quite affirmatively, as if he was talking about the natural law of the sun rising from the east, and that sentence was like a piece of light paper, which floated to Shiratori Mariko's palm along the wind.

He also smiled at Shiratori Mariko, the temperature engulfed in the melting was almost to the point where it could burn people.

Shiratori Mariko was really surprised by what he said.

"Why?" She almost wondered if she had heard it wrong, and the anxiety in her heart urged her to ask again.

What she didn't expect was that the knotweed looked more dazed than she was.

"Why?" He scratched his head, "Did I say something wrong?"

Shiratori Mariko looked at him, and the girl looked at the person she had known for less than a week without blinking.

"Why," she almost choked up, "why do you say you don't hate me?"

"Ah, this." Knotweed turned his head and looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Because it's you, so it won't happen."

He looked into Shiratori Mariko's eyes seriously, and replied firmly, "Because it's Miss Shiratori, you are like this, so no matter when, you won't do it."

This time she heard clearly.

The tears in Shiratori Mariko's eyes rolled down, she sobbed silently, and then when the knotweed was trying to comfort her in a panic, this silent sobbing turned into wailing without regard for the image.

Mariko Shiratori is well aware that no one is inherently supposed to save her.

She has never received the return equivalent to what she expected in terms of family affection that she should have, so she has never expressed any hope for others.

Even though Mariko always has an attitude of reciprocating the kindness of others, she also clearly understands that she cannot let any personal sadness intrude on others.

She has no right to be willful since she was a child.

She also understood very early that the sadness belongs to herself alone, and no one can help her share it.

The excessively abundant tears also helped her prove this point. She must belong to herself, and the tears must be wiped off by herself. Even if she is sitting in the crowd, even if she is talking and hugging intimately with someone, she is still alone.

She should be alone, and she has always been alone.

And only by maintaining this sobriety, will you be treated kindly by others.

For Shiratori Mariko, the world of spells is more like a bubble that breaks at the touch of a button.She is like a mermaid stepping on the tip of a knife, with a clear understanding of herself, lying outside the glass window of an expensive store, carefully looking at the delicate and fragile crystal slipper.

The longing exists, but she understands the huge gap between this longing and reality, and tries her best to adjust her mentality.She understands that she doesn't belong here, but she can't restrain her yearning for beauty, and that hope for luck and secret expectation burns like a secret flame in her heart all the time.

So the reality burned her again, making her feel the pain of shattered hopes.

But it is different now.

Shiratori Mariko sobbed and raised her head, looking at the bewildered Knotabagi Yujin.

"Thank you," she said hoarsely, "Kumba, thank you."

"Thank him for what."

A voice came in, Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei pushed Knotaba Yuuhito away very naturally, put her arms around Shiratori Mariko's shoulders, and unceremoniously took the napkin from Knotaba's hand, and wiped her eyes.

Suddenly being embraced by Nagasaki Wild Rose, Shiratori Mariko didn't react for a moment.

She froze for a moment, "Wild Rose? Why are you here?"

"It was there before. I wanted to come over to comfort you, but this guy took the first step, so we could only hide behind." Nagasaki Ye Qianwei glared at Yuzu Yujin angrily, "It looked fine at first, I didn't expect this guy to be really unreliable at all, and made you cry again."

She pointed to the side, "It's not just me, Yoshino and Fuhei were both there at the time, but Knotweed ran too fast."

Thinking of being surrounded by so many people watching the whole process of crying, Mariko Shiratori's face burned up.

But she still insisted on explaining, "It has nothing to do with Knotweed, it's my own problem."

"Whatever, just don't cry anyway," Nagasaki Yeqiangwei patted her on the back, "If you want me to say, don't think so much. You are a good person with good eyesight, so there is no need to worry about it."

She also tried to find someone to join her, "Is that right, knotweed? Fuhei? Yoshino?"

The three nodded in unison.

Only then did Rose Nagizaki turn back, and pulled Mariko Shiratori to stand up in satisfaction, "Look, I'm not the only one who thinks so."

"Speaking of which," Yuzu Yujin looked at his phone, "It's time for dinner."

He said, "Come and eat at my place today! I'm not boasting, my cooking skills are superb!"

"I wanted to invite Shiratori to eat at my place," Nagasaki Yarose snorted, "But since you invited me, it's not impossible for me to go."

"Hey," Yuzuki Yujin blinked, and asked expectantly, "Then why don't you go to your place? I haven't eaten your food yet, Kizaki."

"No."

Nagasaki Wild Rose vetoed it without hesitation, "Whoever says first will do it."

So the two argued over who and where to eat today.

"They've always been like this," Fu Heihui said habitually.

He first separated the two people who were talking more and more, and then sighed helplessly, "Go to my side and eat."

"Good!" the two cheered.

Then Junping was added, and several people skillfully began reporting the names of the dishes.

“Cream Tamagoyaki!”

"Sashimi platter!"

“Crispy Shrimp Rolls with Egg Skin!”

Fu Heihui: I knew it would be like this.

He always thought it was a trap.

"What about you?" Fuguro Hui looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Let's eat together."

Shiratori Mariko looked at him.

His side face is thin and deep, but with a bit of lightness, although it seems that he really can't do anything about these people, it is really a bit conniving.Now he was asking her what she wanted to eat, even though the boy's voice was a little cold, but because he was talking about the topic of "what's for dinner", it was soft and warm for no reason.

So Shiratori Mariko wiped away her tears and laughed too.

"Eel rice!"

After eating, as it was getting late, Kaginizaki Haruka and Junpei, who had other things to do, went back to their rooms.

Originally, Yuzu Yujin also actively signed up for the job of cleaning dishes, but he temporarily received a text message from Gojo Satoru, so he had to leave first with an apologetic face.

So Shiratori Mariko took over the job of washing dishes, while Fukurohui was in charge of cleaning the ground.

The cool water slowly flowed down and poured on the plate, shaking out a soft light.After putting piles of cleaned dishes into the disinfection cabinet, Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is there anything else that needs help?" She asked, "If not, I'll go back first too?"

Fu Heihui nodded.

He sent Shiratori Mariko to the door, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Can I go in and have a chat?"

Mariko Shiratori, who had completely forgotten about the text message incident, nodded.

"Okay," she said with a smile, "I have juice at home and bought a lot of food, just come and help me share."

Hearing the word "sharing", Fu Heihui paused for a moment.He remembered the content of that text message again.

If you entrust your cat to die because you are dying, will you also entrust you to buy too many snacks that you can't eat anymore?

The two walked into the room, Shiratori Mariko opened the refrigerator first.

"Sit down first," she said with a smile, "Would you like some soda?"

Fu Heihui nodded.

So Shiratori Mariko took a bottle of ginger-flavored soda from the refrigerator to Fukuroe, and found a bottle of lemon-flavored soda for herself.

Then she sat down across from him and unscrewed the cap of her soda bottle.

Fu Heihui took the soda and turned the bottle around unexpectedly.

"Ginger?" He pointed at the label.

"Ah, yes," Shiratori Mariko drank the drink, "I bought a whole set of soda before, and I just opened it two days ago-you like ginger, right? I just saw a pile of empty bottles of ginger soda under your table .Speaking of which, what are we going to talk about?"

Fu Heihui glanced at her.

"The matter of text messages," he said, "I can keep cats here. If you need to entrust, I can also ask others to help, and I will make a list for you in a few days."

Only then did Shiratori Mariko remember the message she had sent before.

"Oh, ok," she said a little embarrassedly, "I'm really sorry to trouble you, Mr. Fuhei."

"It's not troublesome," Fu Heihui said seriously.

He thought for a while, and then said in an affirmative tone, "Have you asked Miss Jiajin?"

Shiratori Mariko didn't expect him to ask this, but since he asked, there is no need to hide it.

"Yes," she replied, "unfortunately, it didn't work out."

"Then what do you plan to do in the future?" Fu Heihui asked.

"That's it," Shiratori Mariko replied helplessly, holding a soda, "after all, this family genetic disease has never given me a chance to choose from the beginning, so I can only take one step at a time. Although I did it at the beginning I'm planning for the worst, but lately I've started to feel that it's going to be hard for me to [die without regrets] as I imagined."

She put the soda on the table, "Don't persuade me, after all, I'm a little self-aware about myself. Thank you, I'll take you back."

Fu Heihui stood up and shook his head.

"The world is not equal to everyone," he said earnestly, "but that doesn't mean you've failed. You've succeeded when you get back up from the trough, and you're a winner over setbacks. "

Fukurohui looked directly at Shiratori Mariko, obviously when he first came here he looked like a bad boy who robbed his house, but now he stood here and comforted her gently.

"You are very brave," he said.