The fragmented moonlight sways in the water.
Youhua hugged Miyue tightly to avoid the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. Her expression changed several times. Finally, she patiently tried to change her mind: "Yueji, it's getting late. We should go back." She
After finally coming here, she subconsciously pouted and opened her mouth to refuse: "No."
The first rule is to be kind to NPCs, as there may be unexpected surprises. The identity of the person in front of her is closely related to her, so she has to give him a try.
Maybe this role is a good breakthrough.
Miyue didn't know how great achievements this brother who was rescued from the gates of hell would make in the future, and her mind was full of curiosity.
The boy's suppressed cough could be heard from the bedroom. Seeing her persistence, Yuka reluctantly compromised and said, "Tsukihime can only watch from outside."
This was exactly what she wanted.
Miyue agreed with a smile, not noticing how stiff Youhua's movements were in holding her, until they reached the bedroom door and she stuck her head out to take a look inside.
What caught my eye was a pair of seaweed-like curly hair scattered on the shoulders, swaying with a suppressed cough, and a thin figure half-lying in the quilt with his back to the door.
He seemed to hear some noise outside and he slowly turned his face, then she met a pair of gloomy eyes.
[Name: Ubuya Shiki Tsukihiko]
[Identity: The eldest son of the Ubuyashiki branch family]
The light was dim, and Miyue could probably see his face clearly.
Although he is weak and thin, it still cannot hide his excellent appearance.
The color of her eyes was as mellow as plum wine, and translucent like glass under the candlelight. Such a beautiful pair of eyes... was completely devoid of the liveliness of her peers. Instead, they were more like a fading camellia, emitting a decadent and corrupted scent.
Her gaze moved to the hand under the quilt. The slightly pale skin gave off faint blue veins on the back of the hand. The tender body formed a sharp contrast with the aura of decay and unwillingness emanating from him. She was bewitched.
Oh, the best.
She whistled in her heart.
Miyue couldn't help but reveal a row of small teeth, and her eyes narrowed into slits.
Like a provoked beast, the boy, who had only gained a bit of color due to coughing, made no secret of his rejection and cursed in the direction of Miyue: "Get lost."
Arikara left without stopping, taking Yueji with her.
When she returned to the bedroom and was being served to wipe her feet, Miyue was already biting her fingers and thinking about how to approach her handsome brother.
He is so handsome, smacking his lips.
As a younger sister, it's normal for her to take the initiative to show her concern. Miyue told Youhua that she would go again.
But this time Youhua gently and clearly rejected her.
Alas? Youhua was about to turn the tables and sing. Miyue scowled at the disobedient servant, trying to exercise the power of a first-class player, but Youhua brought out her gaming dad, completely blocking her way.
"Master Ubuyashiki has instructed that Tsukihiko-kun is ill. To prevent infection, Tsukihime is not allowed to visit him for the time being."
She groaned twice and sat down miserably.
That's the bad thing about being young, you don't have much freedom.
But she didn't intend to give up. She remembered the route she had taken last time. After all, she had already tested it a few hours ago and found out that it was possible to go out at night. She planned to sneak over to check the situation under the cover of darkness.
It is tolerable that such a beautiful woman has a bad temper when she is placed in the bedroom to drink bitter medicine.
Miyue did what she said. Looking at Youhua who was already sleeping beside her, she quietly put on her coat and walked out of the bedroom.
Relying on her ability to hear everything, she avoided the servants passing by. Fortunately, it was already early morning and there were not many people around.
She didn't know how long it had been, but she finally stood outside her brother's bedroom.
It's really biased, she wiped the sweat off her forehead.
The lights were still on in the bedroom, and Miyue was lying outside the door, listening to the noises inside.
Very quiet——
Fell asleep?
She secretly opened a gap and glanced inside the bedroom.
To be honest, the layout here is not even as good as her bedroom as a child. Although she has no knowledge of these things, even a layman like her can feel the difference at a glance.
A daughter who had just arrived in the family could actually get a better room than the eldest son. It was not difficult to imagine what kind of life this sickly brother was living in the mansion.
The target fell accurately on the slightly undulating quilt. Miyue looked at him carefully - he was too thin. If she hadn't seen the exposed curly hair, she wouldn't even notice that there was a person lying here.
Miyue carefully observed that there was no servant in the bedroom. Although she felt strange, it also made it convenient for her to open the door and walk in.
The person lying on the bed had his eyes tightly closed, his eye sockets sunken, and a sickly look between his eyebrows. Miyue quietly walked over to him. Seeing this kind of beauty for the first time, she couldn't help but move closer to observe it carefully.
This time, he looked much calmer than the first time I saw him. He had restrained his hostility and instead had a more fragile and fragile look.
She admired it quietly for a while, and the boy suddenly hummed softly.
Miyue thought she had heard it wrong, so she moved closer to look and found that his cheeks were abnormally red, his brows were furrowed, and occasionally suppressed moans of pain escaped his mouth.
She stretched out her finger and touched the boy's forehead, which was as hot as porridge.
Have a cold?
Medical science was not well developed in this era, and it would be difficult for a weak body to survive if it caught a cold.
Thinking of this, she wanted to find a servant to help. According to his status, he should have a servant waiting on him. However, it was too late, and Miyue searched outside the corridor for a long time but didn't see a single person around.
In desperation, she ran back to Ubuyashiki Tsukiko's bedroom to look for other first aid methods. Fortunately, she found a wooden basin placed in the corner, which happened to have cold water in it.
Based on her daily experience, Miyue tore off a piece of cloth, soaked it in water and wrung it out, then ran back to the bed and covered his forehead with the cold cloth.
[Important person you met: He is a very important clue, so I suggest you list him as a key person to observe.]
Miyue followed the system's reminder and put the name into the observation table. The original number changed from 0/1 to 1/1. The next second, a progress bar without any text description popped up above his head, and the dark red color stayed at 15.
Miyue was startled and looked at his face.
The boy, trapped in a nightmare, groaned softly.
His brows were furrowed, his lower lip was bitten with teeth marks, and under his forehead soaked with cold sweat, one could see his temple throbbing, as if something was tearing his flesh from the inside, and the intense pain was devouring the last of his sanity.
Go to hell...
Go to hell!
A sudden chill passed over his forehead, like a clear spring pouring onto a hot stone slab, stirring up a series of fine crackling sounds.
The pain eased, the malicious roar from the physical pain quieted down in an instant, the frown relaxed, and the breathing finally became steady.
Miyue breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her approach was effective.
There was no point in exchanging feelings at this moment, and a cold towel would only serve to soothe the pain. She could only go back and wake Youhua up before coming to save him.
Miyue considerately turned over the cloth on his forehead. When she was about to leave, the person on the bed trembled his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes. The confusion in his eyes gradually became clearer under the candlelight, and finally focused on the girl's face.
Miyue was trying to stand up by supporting herself on the ground with both hands, but she was frozen in place with a rude posture.
At this moment, I met his eyes, speechless for a moment.
Feeling awkward, she scratched her butt nervously. When she realized what was happening, she immediately abandoned her embarrassing habit and quietly hid her hands in her wide sleeves.
The boy didn't say anything. The bloodshot veins on the whites of his eyes were as dense as spider webs. Against the backdrop of his pale skin, he looked more like a demon crawling out of hell.
Even a beautiful boy can be scary.
If this happened in real life, Miyue would definitely be the first to run away, but this is a game!
She just praised it back!
Furthermore, the game indicated that this was an important person, so she must stay and observe more.
However, the boy obviously did not cooperate with her in any redemption plot. He grabbed the unknown object on his forehead with his slender fingers and looked at it for a while. Then he stared straight at Miyue, his pale lips tightly pursed, and his whole body exuded the anger of a hibernating beast that was awakened.
Miyue felt that she should say something now, but when she met his cold eyes, she began to stutter as if being stared at by a poisonous snake.
"You're sick..." Miyue opened her mouth, then pointed at the cloth in his palm and explained with all her might, "This can reduce the fever."
He probably didn't accept such a reason, because the piece of cloth that she had squeezed dry drew a beautiful parabola in the air and hit the wall with a "pa" sound, which sounded like the sound of Miyue's heart breaking.
Miyue pursed her lips, suddenly stood up and walked out, but in the end she couldn't help but look back at him.
The boy who had turned his head away was caught by her looking at her. His eyes were full of inquiry and suspicion. After being discovered, he did not feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he slowly withdrew his gaze, turned his face away and did not look at her at all.
...is a tough nut to crack.
Miyue quickly ran back to her bedroom and sadly buried her body in Youhua's arms.
She sighed softly, and Youhua opened her eyes quickly. Her warm hands held her in their arms with the extreme tolerance of the Virgin Mary, wrapping her body in warmth and carrying the fragrance of flowers.
She carefully examined Miyue from her forehead to her feet, wiped the sweat from her forehead and slowly stood up: "Why are you sweating, Yueji? Let me change your clothes for you."
Miyue was calmed down after being treated to a good-looking beauty. Calculating how much time had passed, she pointed outside the door and exaggeratedly coughed a few times.
Yuka was already used to Yueji's incoherent words and even understood what she meant immediately. She asked very patiently, "Yuehiko-kun has been sick for a long time, is it okay?"
No, Miyue shook her head, touched her forehead and reminded her: "He is very hot."
Youhua was indeed a careful person. After hearing these words, she understood. Without asking Miyue why she knew so much, she immediately put on her clothes and went to look for the person.
When Miyue was carried to her brother's bedroom, she turned her head away with dignity. Although she was embarrassed, she also had backbone.
The doctor had been called in, but she didn't go in because Youhua was afraid that Yueji would get sick.
So Miyue just stood outside the door, watching the thin boy frowning uncomfortably even when lying in the quilt, his brows furrowed as if he was suppressing his temper as he cooperated with the doctor's examination.
His wrist was not even as thick as hers. The doctor grasped the protruding bone in his palm, and the veins were clearly visible. Miyue's sympathy took over, and she began to find excuses for the beauty, trying to forgive his rudeness.
Her gaze carelessly fell on him, and when he noticed, his expression became noticeably uglier. After the doctor finished examining him, he immediately hid his hands in his sleeves, as if he didn't want others to see them.
"The weather is getting colder, please keep warm."
Before leaving, the doctor prescribed a few more medicines and gave some instructions before leaving.
When Miyue went to see him again, Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko had curled up deep in the quilt, like a snail with its shell broken into a dark well. Every glance from him was like a sharp blade, tearing open the festering wounds and forcibly exposing his unbearable state.
Okay, Miyue yawned, the mission was completed, and she should also obey the sleeping needs of this body and lie down.
In the blink of an eye, three days in the game passed.
[The mansion has received an invitation for a flower viewing banquet and will be leaving tomorrow.]
"You're not well yet, so don't go out this time." A deep male voice exploded in Miyue's ears.
Miyue turned her head and saw a man in a luxurious kimono holding a bright message board.
[Name: Ubuyashiki Kengo]
[Identity: Head of the Ubuyashiki branch]
Oh, it's her gaming dad.
But she was in great health. Miyue was just about to pat her chest and say that she could go out and play when a suppressed cough beside her caught her attention.
Three days later, his illness should have been cured. His face, which had regained some color, looked delicate and beautiful. His long seaweed hair was tied behind his head. Without the sickness between his brows, he looked like an elegant nobleman.
A pair of red eyes raised up nonchalantly, as if sweeping across Miyue who was in a daze beside her, and then quickly lowered her eyes.
It was at this time that Miyue realized that her cheap father was talking to the obstetrician Tsukishiko. The room was terribly quiet. After a long while, she heard him gasp and reply, "The doctor said I can go out appropriately..."
The middle-aged man's cold gaze swept across his thin body. Although he didn't say a word, it was more painful than a direct rejection.
The young man lowered his head, his eyes obscure. The part of his neck exposed by his collar was pale and slender, like a swan being strangled, giving up its struggle and awaiting the final judgment.
It was just a matter of going out, but Mitsuki, relying on her status as a player, unscrupulously grabbed the sleeve of the head of the family and acted coquettishly without any bottom line: "Tsukiji wants to go with her brother, father."
[Ordinary person you meet: He has some affection for you.]
A gaze quietly climbed up the back of the girl's neck, as cold as a poisonous snake swimming across, but it quickly disappeared as if it was just passing by.
Miyue acted coquettishly without noticing, and at her pleading, a deep laugh erupted from the man's chest. Compared to her brother, her father looked at Miyue with a bit more loving eyes, and stroked her head with his big hand: "In that case, Yueyan should go too, so that he can help take care of Yueji."
Miyue's words changed her brother's decision that had been fought for in vain. She smiled and turned back. The boy lowered his eyes expressionlessly, without a trace of smile in his eyes.
The progress bar above his head climbed up a bit and reached 25.
Miyue thought about it for a moment. Could it be that his favorability level increased because she spoke up for him?