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Kagura found something in the room.

Laptops, this is not surprising... comic books and poker cards are normal.

But millionaires, dolls, children's watercolor brushes... what's all this about?

And the strangest thing that made her feel was a picture book.

There is only one slightly decent painting in the picture book.

Orange Red Sun, Dark Big House, Seven Divine Rough Characters Side by Side.

When Kagura saw this painting, there was an unnamed palpitation in his heart.

She looked at the seven figures in turn, and her strange feelings gradually increased.

Eventually, her eyes fell on the center of the painting, tall boys and little girls.

They held hands and laughed.

Clearly it is only a very crude painting, but it reveals a feeling of... happiness.

Happiness?

Why can I... feel it?

Kagura slowly covered his chest.

The feeling inside, indescribable.

She stared at the two characters.

Who drew this?

Who painted it?

Suddenly, she wanted to know.

The door was knocked.

Kagura looked back.

“I'm here to bring you lunch. May I come in?” There was a gentle female voice outside the door.

“… please come in. ”

Am I under house arrest? Why are they so polite? Kagura is confused.

The door was pushed open and walked in with a plate, a girl in a black and white maid's dress with a slight smile on her face and gentle eyes.

Kagura doesn't know her, but she has a subtle sense of immediate vision.

Oh right, it's painting!

She hurriedly looked back at the painting and saw a girl in a black and white dress, smiling.

Is that her?

She picked up the picture book, turned around and compared it.

Hokujo placed the plate on the table, and then saw the Kagura poem with the picture book, looking this way.

That picture book is...

The maid blinked and the smiling curvature slightly deepened.

She has been instructed not to tell Kagura about these two days.

Smart as her, quickly came to think of why.

Mei does not agree with this approach.

That cute little brother, he's a fool about it.

Although she disagreed, the young lady had spoken and she had to obey.

However, to what extent, it was up to her to decide.

“I'm so sorry, I should have packed these clutter.” Sprouts said, "Get close to the past,“ and these things confuse you, I'll take them away. ”

As she spoke, she reached for the picture book.

Kagura shrugged his hand so hard that the maid wouldn't get the picture book.

And then she wondered to herself, "Why would I do that?

When I saw the reaction of the divine poem, Mei's eyes flashed slightly.

“Do you… want to keep it? ”

The brunette nodded slowly.

“Why? I hear you've forgotten about these two days.” Bud clothes calmly.

Kagura said, as if something had flashed in his mind.

“Is this... something I used during my amnesia? ”

Yeah, I should have thought of that.

Why didn't I just think of that? So obvious an answer.

Kagura looked back at the book.

This is what she used, then this painting, it should be her.

Why did you draw this?

Why would I use a watercolour brush with a child to draw a painting that looks like a child?

Those puppet dolls... am I playing too? Monopoly, poker... can't play alone, who's playing with me?

All sorts of questions pass through Kagura's mind.

Then I remembered Harano Tsingo... Haruta Haruji's smile.

“He took care of you when you lost your memory. ”

That's what Mandarin Natsuya said.

Thinking about it, Shen Le Poetry suddenly felt something coming out of the deep of his mind, trembling all over him.

That's... some blurry scenery.

She said something to the tall, warm figure.

The figure smiled and placed her big hand over her head, gently touching her.

Warm.

Thick.

Comfortable.

Makes her feel… very comfortable.

Vision becomes blurred.

Moist things flow out of your eyes.

When Kagura recapitulated, he found himself in tears.

“This is… what is it? ”

“Why… I would…”

Tight chest, so uncomfortable.

Tears, hard to suppress.

Tomorrow morning decided not to cry anymore.

But why... I...

The brunette held the picture book and cried silently.

Mei saw this scene and the smile became extremely soft.

“Miss Kagura, are you sad? ”

Sadness… No.

Kagura herself doesn't know what she feels right now, and there seems to be a lot going on in her mind, in her heart.

Is that sad? Are you sad? Are you in pain?

I don't think so.

What exactly is it?

“You're crying… but the expression on your face is not painful… I feel like you're missing it.” The maid's voice was gentle.

Nostalgia?

Am I missing what happened? Past events?

Blurry scenes and images suddenly became more.

Kagura closed his eyes.

Long gone, warm, deepest in heart, that's...

It's snowing heavily outside.

The house is warm.

The TV plays animations of joy.

She sat on the couch watching, laughing.

Next to her is a tall figure, accompanied by her.

She looked at his face and said something.

His face was gentle and soft and he smiled and said...

“Little poem...”

“Brother...”

Kagura finally remembered.

Deepest memory, warmth, taste of happiness.

Something she'd long forgotten, or deliberately sealed, most precious.

Carefully locked and placed in the deepest position of your heart, never intending to open again.

Because she felt she could never have that happiness again.

Because she must accustom herself to loneliness and pain.

So, you can only say goodbye, you can only say goodbye, so that you completely forget the feeling of happiness.

But……

Someone reminds her of it.

Someone made her feel it again.

She thought it would never happen again, the taste of happiness.

That person is……

The scenario gradually transitions.

From the house to the room where she is now.

She's painting the picture she just saw in her hand.

The sound of footsteps came from behind.

She turned her head and called him with a smile.

He also smiled at her and smiled with heartfelt love.

Blurred face, becomes clear.

Is... Haruta Haruta's face.

“Xiaoshi...”

“I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. ”

“Let me teach you how to draw, okay? ”

“It's just… a dream. ”

“I won't leave the poem behind...”

“Good night, Poetry...”

“Glad... you're awake, Kagura. ”

It's him.

He took care of her and accompanied her.

Just like my brother.

Accept her delicacy, love her, love her... and finally give her a goodbye.

Kagura finally found out.

That moment.

He, why sad.

She felt happiness again from him.

forgotten him again.

He didn't say much.

Just smile.

She endured grief alone and smiled at her.

“I just... happen to be a little sad about something else... that has nothing to do with you. ”

“So don't think too much...”

You just wake up.

I hope you're okay.

Don't worry about me.

My grief... has nothing to do with you.

Kagura understood everything.

Tears fell and dripped over the picture book.

“I'm sorry...”

A voice from the soul, as if condensed in the wind.