Kōji Yokoyama's Mind Analysis

  "Exactly, which means that child was saved by you and she no longer has any relatives in this world, right?"

  After dinner, Ringo Sakuragi confirmed with her son again after listening to Jinichi Sakuragi's explanation.

  If it's really like what Jing Shi said, then this child, they can't take him in either.

  Nothing else matters, at least she's ill. She can't possibly turn a sick child out, no matter what.

  He picked up the green tea on the table and took a small sip, Kōmura Seiichi nodded and softly said "uh-huh".

  He's not lying, is he? He's telling the truth, just withholding some information.

  Concealed from that child the fact that he had once killed someone.

  Maybe he's not a normal person either. He kept saying that he wanted to send her away, but at the same time, he asked Mr. Kawashima for help to get her a student ID.

  So, what she said was not wrong at all. Compared to his parents, he seemed much colder. He was defensive and yet protective of her, indulging in her company, taking care of her emotions at all times, but always thinking of letting her go. What a selfish and contradictory idea. So, even if she had killed someone, he would be indecisive, thinking of sending her away, but actually, nothing had changed.

  Long before she killed him, he had been thinking about when to send her away. But when his parents came back and asked her to leave, what he thought was that she had no home, where could she go?

  That mutually guarded and harmonious month, deeply rooted in the purest corner of his heart, even if one day she really killed him, could not destroy that beauty.

  It's been a long time since he had the experience of being happy without playing tennis for a month.

  The next day, he slowly opened his eyes and habitually turned his head to the right, but there was nothing.

  The bed beside me is empty, that child has had a room of his own since last night.

  His parents accepted her, and his mother said that they were at least 12 years old, sleeping together was not good. So last night he smiled and responded obediently, but it's really hard to change the habit.

  He always wakes up once in the middle of the night.

  She was very well-behaved when she slept, whatever posture she had before sleep, and whatever posture she had after waking up, it was all the same whether she was really asleep or not. So he got into the habit of waking up in the middle of the night to check on her. Because their hands were clasped together, if they let go, then she must be pretending to sleep.

  Lying in bed, tossing and turning, he couldn't fall asleep. Staring at the ceiling for a while, he raised his hand to feel around the bedside, finally finding the alarm clock, but it was only 5:30.

  What a wonderful early morning. He sighed with resignation, in the past 24 hours of a day were not enough to be split into two days, now an hour was not enough to be treated as one minute to pass by.

  Get out of bed, push open the window, and the sky at five o'clock is still a bit dark. It's just dawn, with a pale blue sky inlaid with a few scattered stars, and on one end of the horizon, the sun, which is blocked by houses, is struggling to climb up.

  Maybe today will be a good day after all, he thought.