Under the eaves, under the warm breeze and sunny day——
Her wrist was grabbed, and although the force was not strong, it was enough to stabilize her body.
Miyue looked up and saw that the boy had no smile on his face, his lips were tightly pursed, and he seemed to be a little angry because of the conversation.
Because of this, he seemed not to notice Miyue's peeping just now.
That's good, Miyue breathed a sigh of relief and called out "brother".
The aristocratic etiquette ingrained in his bones forced him to respond at this moment, and then he quickly let go of her hand and walked out.
His head wobbled and rose to 40.
Miyue didn't pay attention to him during this period, so she didn't know when the extra five points appeared.
Miyue popped up another plot through the dialogue panel that she had just overheard.
Your mother's health deteriorated after she gave birth to you, and she passed away last month after handing you over to your father.
[Because the master of the family valued him so much, his mother was brought to the mansion to nurse her baby after she became pregnant.]
That's why I said that just now, but the reason that was not stated really makes people think too much.
Mitsuki thought so, and recalled the expression on Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko's face just now, and decided to visit the lady's bedroom.
With nothing else to do, she pulled Youhua and asked for the location before setting off.
Soon, she got a reply.
The maid beside the lady opened the door and let her in.
The woman knelt in front of a low table. Her clothes were a little loose because she was pregnant. Her long hair hung down to her ankles. When she looked up, she smiled gently at Miyue.
She is a very beautiful lady, and Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko looks somewhat similar to her, but their temperament is completely different.
According to the game settings, Miyue's body automatically performed a standard greeting: "Mother."
The man didn't act pretentiously. Instead, he quickly pulled her over and asked her carefully about how her new moon had been. "I haven't been in good health. I didn't have time to see you when you came to my house. Now I see that you're a beautiful and well-mannered child."
It has been half a month since Miyue entered the game. If it weren't for the clues, I would have forgotten about this character. I feel embarrassed when I hear her say that.
The lady spoke to her in a caring manner for a while, and at the appropriate time she mentioned the name of Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko, vaguely talking about their recent trip together at the Spring Banquet, but she did not mention his illness.
The woman's frown slowly relaxed after hearing Miyue's description, and then she covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, "Yueyan has been looking forward to going out more often, but his health is not good... Come to think of it, I haven't seen him for two months."
It would be inappropriate for Miyue to put on such a show in front of her and tell her that her husband doesn't let her son see her because he is afraid that she will get sick.
Doing so would not only create more resentment between the couple, but would also fail to truly disobey the head of the family's order to allow the mother and son to meet, and it would be inappropriate to speak out about it.
She said politely, "My brother is ill and probably won't be able to come for a while. If Mother has anything to say, I can help take it over."
The worry between her brows was swept away, and the lady sat up slightly: "Then I will trouble Yueji."
Miyue walked out of the bedroom holding a low pillow.
The comfortable fabric is embroidered with patterns to ward off evil spirits. The workmanship is so fine that it's obvious that it took a lot of time to make.
After the lady had taken care of the matter, Miyue began to worry about her difficult brother.
Youhua followed behind, and as if worried that she would be tired, she reached out to help: "Tsuki-ji, why don't you let me hold it..."
The pillow was not heavy, so she refused and held Youhua herself.
After thinking for a long time, she decided to give up and just say that she had brought him a pillow while visiting the lady. If he guessed that she had heard their conversation, she wouldn't have to embarrass herself by overthinking it.
The warmth of his wife's touch still lingered on his head, and Miyue held his head high and chest out, thinking of it as a good deed.
Just after finishing her evening meal, Miyue walked to the outside of her brother's bedroom with a pillow in her arms.
The bamboo curtain covered the view, but the breeze lifted a corner to reveal the scene inside.
The young man was reading a book with his head supported by one hand, his brows lowered. The medicine placed on the low table was a little cold, but there was a little steam coming out.
Through the window, Miyue seemed to smell the bitterness.
The girl's figure was caught in the sunlight and brought into the hall. The boy caught the shadow and raised his eyelids to look at her.
The girl was wearing a cute yellow dress with a red plum color today. Her hair just fell to her chin. Her fair and pretty face looked particularly bright when she smiled, which was quite refreshing with the breath of spring.
Miyue called out "Brother" and the person inside coughed in response.
The young man lowered his brows and did not stand up to greet her sudden arrival.
He was alone and had his hair tied up. His long seaweed-like hair was casually draped behind his head. He looked up when he heard Miyue approaching. The plum-red in his eyes became the only color that embellished his pale face.
Stunning.
He didn't ask Miyue why she came here, and seemed indifferent to her arrival.
It was not until she explained her purpose and handed him the pillow that Miyue noticed the change in his expression.
He kept one leg raised and did not take it immediately. His eyes fell on the low pillow as if he was in a daze. After he came to his senses, he raised his head and looked over.
Feeling guilty about eavesdropping, she subconsciously dodged the boy's gaze. Her mouth reacted faster than her brain: "I haven't visited Mother before, and this time, it's been very inconvenient for her to go over, so she asked me to bring it to you."
After she finished speaking, her arms felt lighter and the pillow had been taken away.
Miyue struck while the iron was hot and knelt down beside the low table, moving closer, and continued, "The low pillow was made by mother herself. She is very concerned about my brother's health..."
She was interrupted mid-sentence.
"Then why didn't she bring it herself?"
The sound was very cold, and the lake seemed to be bottomless beneath the calm surface.
Miyue was speechless for a moment. Just as she was about to use her pregnancy as an excuse, the other party spoke first: "Yes, she has another child in her belly."
Although this sentence is correct, it feels strange to her.
But before she could think about it, the boy smiled at her.
This was the first time he smiled at her so, so... brilliantly. The double cherry blossoms in his eyes bloomed and withered at will, leaving behind a rich color.
Miyue found that the progress bar above his head had increased again and reached 50.
Was it because she brought the gift that they were closer?
He said, "Do you like this low pillow very much?"
Miyue nodded. As an orphan, she had never enjoyed the love of her family, so even when she was in the game, she could not forget the touch of the lady's warm touch on her head.
"Didn't your mother do that for you?" he whispered softly, a smile in his voice. "It's just a pillow."
Miyue flipped through the storyline. Perhaps because the identity of the card she drew hadn't been fully established, she didn't find any memories of her biological mother. So, she gave up the search in silence, shook her head at him, and whispered, "She died of illness."
"Oh... Since you like it, I'll give it to you." His attitude was completely different from a while ago. Now he discarded his previous perfunctory attitude and began to exude the kindness of a brother as if he accepted her.
The pillow was stuffed back into Miyue's arms, and she was still a little confused when she looked up.
He looked at Miyue as if he was looking at an abandoned puppy, and sighed with a hint of pity: "How pitiful..."
Miyue looked at his sick body and began to wonder why she was suddenly sympathized with.
To be honest, life in the orphanage was pretty good. She had food and clothes, and she had been working part-time to earn money for her studies and would soon graduate. The money she saved would not only allow her to buy a house, but at least give her a comfortable life for a year or two.
But the other party had no ill intentions. Thinking of this, Miyue hugged the pillow tightly and confirmed again: "Brother, are you really giving it to me?"
As she spoke, Miyue carefully examined his expression, fearing she would see a hint of regret.
The boy's smile faded a little. He picked up his book again without even glancing at it: "Here you go."
Miyue cheered in her heart, and the smile on her face could not be concealed at all: "Thank you, brother!"
She hugged him tightly, and truly felt that Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko was hard on the outside but soft on the inside, and was even willing to give her the low pillow made by her mother.
The increase in the progress bar seems to make sense.
Perhaps the joy on her face was too obvious. He dropped the book in his hand and looked at her sideways for a long time: "Do you like her that much?"
Miyue nodded heavily.
The servant beside him whispered a reminder: "Sir, the medicine is getting cold."
He withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips tightly, and his thin fingers looked more like a flesh-colored spider when he held the bowl, thin and long. The green meridians on the back of his hand bulged, in the same rhythm as the rolling of his throat when he swallowed the bitter medicine.
As if he was indignant, he put down the bowl with a loud noise. Even though he had been drinking bitter medicine for so many years, he still couldn't help frowning.
Miyue reached out and handed over a candy.
It's sweet.
Although he didn't say anything, he understood.
He didn't eat.
The bitter aftertaste in his mouth always made him fantasize - this time the medicine was even more bitter and astringent, maybe it could cure his illness? It was more like an addictive self-torture, allowing him to constantly taste the taste of being alive.
Miyue gave him a thumbs up in her heart.
He doesn't even take sugar to suppress the bitterness of the medicine. He is quite a character.
After receiving the signal from the important figure that she was accessible, Miyue began to frequent his chambers. Since the heretic hadn't appeared yet, she might as well make her presence felt around the character.
However, her carefree personality sometimes made her unable to understand his expression. When she was sleepy, she would just lie down on the mattress prepared by Youhua and close her eyes to sleep.
Miyue didn't see the gloomy look on his face after being disturbed. It was not until his condition suddenly worsened and he had to stay in bed to recuperate that Youhua took him back to her bedroom.
But it doesn't affect Miyue's visit to him during the day.
Miyue began to get familiar with her doctor, who was different from what she had imagined. Every time he came with his medical kit, his expression was calm and he didn't say much, but he was very accurate in prescribing medicine and would bring some new medicines from time to time.
After Miyue touched it, the other party also popped up some clues -
[Excellent medical skills, one of the hopes for healing important people.]
She was so shocked that she wanted to keep the doctor in her mansion to research and develop a good medicine every day.
It's just that it's impossible for a strange man to stay in the mansion, and—
Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko and this doctor don't get along well.
The reason was that this doctor did not follow common sense and would occasionally send him some new drugs for trial, but sometimes the side effects were too strong, causing him a lot of suffering.
Over time, Ubuyashiki Tsukhiko's temper became worse and worse.
Miyue suddenly remembered one of the rules that popped up earlier: prevent medical disputes.
In order to prevent such things from happening, she had to keep an eye on Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko to prevent any scandal of beating up a doctor from spreading.
Later, he would occasionally lose his temper with Miyue, but she understood the patient's pain and rarely talked back.
Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko also discovered this.
After he finished scolding, he became angry at Miyue's calmness, which made him look like an incompetent and furious madman.
"Why don't you speak? Are you mute!?"
Miyue called him brother and leaned over to comfort him softly, "You will definitely get better."
He didn't believe this at all. As the owner of this body, he could clearly feel the decline of his body. Miyue's words sounded more like a mockery to him.
He suddenly stood up, his pale face suddenly approaching him, which was extremely oppressive. "Even doctors don't dare to say such things. What do you mean by that expression? Are you feeling sorry for me?"
"How could that be?" Miyue was caught off guard by his actions. A voice in her heart emerged—I must not hesitate, I must not say the word "pitiful." She restrained her body from retreating and quickly replied, "I just simply feel that I think Brother will get better... If there's anything you need, Brother, please feel free to ask."
His eyes lingered on Miyue's face for a moment, and as he stepped away, he spoke again, whispering horrible words softly: "Even if I need your blood, your viscera, and your eyes?"
Having been together for so long, Miyue naturally knew how to please him. It was just some angry words. She patted her chest and agreed: "If brother needs it, Yueji can take whatever she has."
This time, Ubuyashiki Tsukhiko stared at her for a long time. He lay on the bed, his long, slightly curly hair spread on the pillow like an airtight net.
Miyue was kneeling beside the bed when her fingers were suddenly gripped by something cold.
I subconsciously looked down.
The young man pinched her palm at some point. His hand was very cold, as if it had lost its life, but it was big enough to completely cover Miyue's palm.
The force was getting tighter and tighter. When she almost felt the pain and wanted to withdraw, he whispered, "Give me everything?"
Miyue gave up struggling and nodded in agreement.
The candlelight was dim, and Miyue was dazzled by the smile that suddenly bloomed on his face.
The evil ghost's hoarse murmur echoed in the empty chamber: "Then let's put it this way."