When Ye Miyue opened her eyes again, it was already half a year later——
A healthy boy was born in the Ubuyashiki family. His cries tore through the darkness of the night, and muffled thunder illuminated half the sky, striking heavily on the chest of the young boy who was tortured by illness and unable to sleep.
He propped up his upper body with his arms, his slightly curled long hair hanging down to the side of his face. The cough that exploded in his chest was suppressed in his palms, shaking his spine.
He propped up his upper body, his pale face flushed slightly due to coughing, his lips were wet, his loose curly hair fell on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes flushed red as he stared at the swaying branches outside the window. He just crawled like that, like a demon crawling out of hell, weird and gorgeous.
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When Miyue woke up, Youhua told the good news with a happy face. His wife had given birth to a healthy baby, who was white and chubby, and cried very loudly.
When Miyue looked down, she saw the soft pillow made by her wife, and thought that she should go and visit her.
It's only about half an hour, and I thought it would be about the same time to go visit Ubuyashiki Tsukhiko. He wasn't very enthusiastic about me on weekdays, so it should be okay if I didn't go so early.
Miyue was enjoying Youhua's service and asked, "Should I send some gifts?"
"I have prepared it for you." Youhua whispered softly, pointing to the box on the low table to show her.
It is a string of prayer beads, each of the plump red sandalwood beads exudes a fragrance, and some flowers are said to bring peace.
Miyue gave Youhua a thumbs up for her thoughtfulness.
When she was dressed and holding the gift, she ran into her adoptive father. The usually steady middle-aged man couldn't hide his joy on his face. When he saw Miyue, his voice became much gentler: "Yueji, you are so thoughtful."
When Miyue entered the house, she smelled the lingering smell of blood. It was early autumn and the temperature had dropped a lot, but the house was still stuffy with the doors and windows closed.
She called out "mother", handed the gift over, then knelt down and saw the baby in the cradle.
He is indeed white and plump, with rosy lips, and his fist is very strong. He looks like a healthy child.
Mitsuki couldn't help but think of Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko who was placed in the side hall.
He seemed to be never well. No matter how much tonic he drank, he became thin both physically and mentally. If he got a little wind, he would be bedridden and cough incessantly.
It's really not easy for someone with that body to live to this day.
Although there was a look of fatigue between the lady's brows, she was very happy.
She cried a lot during the days when she was neglected and saw her child less often. Now that she finally gave birth to a healthy child, it is hard for her not to be happy.
Perhaps that was the case, she held Mitsuki's hand and talked to him for a long time, so long that even Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko noticed something was wrong.
When Ah Chun brought him the medicine, he opened his eyelids and looked at the rain-soaked branches. After a long while, he whispered, "... Didn't Yue Ji come?"
For Achun, she has always been afraid of Yue Yanjun in her heart.
Hearing his sudden words, she almost subconsciously knelt on the ground, and before her brain could react, she said: "Yue Yanjun, Yue Ji went to the lady's place."
During the long silence, Ah Chun's heart was beating like a drum.
She seemed to hear a light laugh coming out of Yue Yanjun's mouth, so light that she almost thought it was the sound of the wind.
If Achun could see the progress bar, he would find that it had increased a lot at this moment.
Yue Yanjun usually had a bad temper. She was terrified and crawled even lower. After a while, she heard the young man yell, "Get out."
A Chun was the servant who had served him the longest.
Even though there were only two words, she could keenly sense that the boy who said these two words was suppressing his anger and brewing the most terrifying unknown in the softest voice.
The weather was getting cooler, but beads of sweat appeared on the back of her neck.
After hearing such an order, she almost ran away.
A Chun realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.
But she huddled in the kitchen, half-knowingly, and just dared to lower her head and do her own thing.
Miyue pinched his sore arm and finally walked out of the lady's bedroom.
The child didn't look very big, but after holding him for a long time, he became like a weight, pressing her arms so hard that they ached.
But fortunately she was liberated.
Miyue glanced at the time and saw that it was two hours later than the usual time when she went to visit her brother.
Her original plan was to just take a look and talk for a while before leaving, but she didn't expect him to stay for so long.
Thinking that he might be waiting for her, she quickened her pace.
Her clothes were sticky to her skin, and even Youhua's fanning from behind was barely enough to stop the itch. Miyue tugged at them, then asked Youhua without turning back, "Brother, have you taken your medicine?"
Although the flow of time in the game was different, she knew that she had accompanied him to take medicine regardless of weather conditions during this period, and this was the first time in six months that she had failed to arrive on time.
If I had known earlier that I would go to the lady's place later, I wouldn't have been delayed for so long.
"According to the previous time, Tsukihiko-kun should have drunk it by now." Yuka had been following her and didn't pay much attention to the situation on Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko's side.
During the past six months, he treated her as usual and did not react at all because she got up early to accompany him to take medicine and chat.
In addition, the progress bar was stuck at 50, which made Miyue feel that she would never be able to increase his favorability at this rate. She guessed that perhaps he was not impressed by her behavior.
So I didn't take this matter too seriously.
But it was a little late, so maybe he wouldn't mind if she explained.
When Miyue arrived at her brother's bedroom, she didn't notice that the servant at the door lowered his head more than usual. The surroundings were extremely quiet and the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
The servant opened the door, and as soon as Miyue stepped in, she felt a strange cold and wet feeling on one foot. The strong smell of medicine at the tip of her nose made her realize that something was wrong.
The windows of the bedroom were not open, and it was even darker on a rainy day.
"Tsukihime..." Youhua, who was beside her, noticed something unusual and was about to go closer to check the situation, but Miyue raised her hand to stop her.
Miyue was no longer at the age where she needed to rely on her, so Youhua obediently took two steps back, but she kept an eye on Yueji's movements, ready to rush over and stand in front of her if anything happened.
The sock on my right foot is wet.
The sticky feeling under her feet was a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't back out but walked straight in.
Just like the first time I saw him, there was a bulge in the quilt, and he was facing the door with only the back of his head exposed.
In the white light outside the house, she could vaguely see the bowl that had fallen to the ground. Fortunately, it was strong enough and did not break or prick her foot.
He seemed to be asleep. Even though Miyue did not slow down her footsteps, he remained motionless as if he was unaware.
Even without saying anything, Miyue could sense that he was angry.
Her wet socks left footprints on the ground until she stopped beside his bed.
He was not asleep, and Miyue still called out softly, "Brother?"
He remained motionless, his back to her, and suddenly spoke: "He cried so loudly."
His voice was calm, as if he was discussing with her the nasty rainy day outside.
Miyue was stunned for a moment before she realized who the "he" he was talking about was.
Miyue didn't respond, but turned back and told Youhua: "Go get another bowl of medicine, my brother and I will drink it together."
On ordinary days, Manyue not only relies on sweet words to coax people, but more often she will accompany him to drink bitter and astringent medicine.
Even if she adjusted her perception to the lowest level, the medicine still made Miyue suffer terribly.
If she is not cured by drinking this bitter medicine every day, she will probably want to blow up the earth.
In comparison, her brother is already very good.
At least he doesn't swear.
At most, he would just smash the bowls and act like a yin and yang servant.
"No need." The young man's voice was filled with the chill of autumn, and he said in self-abandonment, "It can't be cured anyway, so what's the point of drinking it?"
"Brother, you're talking nonsense again." Miyue waved towards the door and bent down to comfort him, "Brother and Yueji will live a long life."
The figure under the quilt moved, and then revealed a beautiful pale face.
"The doctor said we need to change the medicine." His eyes were unclear in the dim light, and his lips moved. "One of the medicines is not very effective."
Miyue was attracted by his words and asked hurriedly: "What is the medicine?"
He just stared at the girl quietly, then looked away, as if he had something to hide.
Miyue guessed that the medicine was rare and that there might be a good chance of a cure this time, so she asked again, "Brother, tell me."
There were only the two of them in the bedroom, and Miyue almost lay on his quilt.
Ji's hair fell on the side of his neck, which was very itchy.
He raised his hand to grab it, but her hair was too slippery to hold.
He turned his head and whispered, "Human blood."
His voice was too soft for Miyue to hear clearly. She frowned and leaned closer: "What?"
"Virgin's blood." This time he spoke slowly, and Miyue heard it clearly.
hiss--
This time, Miyue finally found some information related to this game from Hunmo's brain.
Human blood, it's a bit bloody.
Besides, it sounds a bit immoral to capture girls and take their blood.
"Do I need to drink it every day?" Miyue began to ask for details. If the amount was large, she would suspect that this doctor had some quirks.
There was silence for a moment before he spoke again: "Once a week, half a cup each time."
It sounds okay.
She couldn't bear to persecute other girls. She remembered the oath she made half a year ago, saying that she would give her brother anything he needed, even her eyes or her blood...
When I think about it this way, there are some things that I really can't say casually.
Now it has come true.
Perhaps Miyue had been quiet for too long, so long that he lost his patience. He raised his eyelids and looked at the girl's expression - lying in bed for many years made him more accustomed to dim environments. At this moment, in order to see more clearly, he subconsciously squinted his eyes and stared at her expression.
The girl lowered her head and looked at her hands, not knowing what she was thinking. She looked confused for a while before looking up.
"Then we can use Yue Ji's blood." Mi Yue held out her little finger with a heroic attitude, "Brother, do you want it now?"
Perhaps she volunteered before he even mentioned Miyue. The boy lowered his brows and held her fingertips with his slender fingers, which were very cold.
He seemed unsure: "Aren't you afraid?"
Miyue raised her chin and spoke sweetly: "As long as brother can get better, Yueji is not afraid."
The door was opened from the outside and a beam of light came in.
Miyue didn't notice the progress bar just now, but now it's already 60.
It seems that she has gained a lot of favor this time. You grinned and puffed out your chest proudly.