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At the end of December 2009, Takashi Fujiwara visited the house in Morikawa Town, Keiju District on December 23rd.
Since he saw the news about Yukiho Asada being attacked, his anxiety had reached its peak. Furthermore, having completely lost contact with Kazuya Miki, he felt that since there was an address left, he might as well take a chance and check it out.
Takashi Fujiwara sat on the subway line one express train, his suit ill-fitting. He tugged at his tie, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to him. The train arrived at Keisyu Street just past ten o'clock, and not many people got off.
There was a nationwide chain Western-style restaurant by the roadside, the aroma of food wafting through the air. Takashi planned to have lunch before heading to the third district; a delicious seafood risotto would help him relax for a moment.
The iron gate of the house in Morikawa Town, Keiju District had a small sign that read "Keisyu Welfare Institute." Takashi checked the address repeatedly, thinking there must be some mistake.
"Can I help you?" A voice came from beyond the iron gate. Takashi looked up to see a well-dressed elderly lady.
"Actually, I'm not very sure. I'm looking for someone named Kazuya Miki." As he spoke these words, Takashi again thought that perhaps he had made a mistake, but the woman immediately opened the gate for him. "Oh, you're a friend of Qian Zhi! I was wondering if you would come."
"Qian Zhi is..." Takashi was somewhat confused.
"Right, she’s now called Kazuya Miki. That child was adopted and her surname was Qian Zhi before." This statement echoed in Takashi's ears, leaving him unsure how to react as a buzzing sound filled his head.
The woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Umeura led Takashi into an old building. The dark red bricks exuded a damp atmosphere. As they passed the first floor, Mrs. Umeura paused deliberately.
"Don’t be fooled by its current state as a storage room; people used to live here," Mrs. Umeura pointed to a corner.
"Kazuya Miki?" Takashi asked.
"No, she lived on the second floor. Her sister lived here; you should know her—her name is Qian Zhi Xue Sui," Mrs. Umeura smiled slightly.
"..." Takashi fell silent.
Kazuya Miki was not waiting for him here; she had only left behind her notebook. He knew that Takashi would never understand the whole story, so he chose to explain everything through writing.
July 1999
Today, a police officer we knew came to our home, and Dr. Endo also visited us. He told us that even though Mom tried very hard, she still passed away. My sister didn’t shed a single tear; we were taken to a strange place.
September 1999
The people here seem to dislike us very much; a boy shouted "AIDS! AIDS!" and threw stones at us. My sister bled a lot from her head while trying to protect me.
October 1999
I understood everything because my mother's illness was strange, and that was why things turned out this way. My sister had been pondering this, and she asked me if it was possible to live like this.
December 1999
A heavy rain fell, and I caught a severe cold.
In the evening, I received the things my sister left behind. This morning, she was taken away by someone else. The adults said she was very lucky. In her letter, my sister wrote that only by erasing the past could one survive. Even if we happened to meet again in the future, we must forget our current relationship; she had made up her mind to become a stranger.
There was also a small knife in the bag, which was our father's cherished possession. In her last note, she told me to use it to protect myself well. Today is Christmas, and my sister's new name is Asada Yukiho. Merry Christmas, Asada Yukiho.
January 2002
It seems that the person named Mikitsu Uchi has discovered that I have been following my sister, but he didn't care at all and said he wanted to adopt me.
March 2002
I found Kiyomizu Kyoko on the first floor of the venue; she looked very refined. After listening to me, Murauchi immediately rushed out the door in a panic and wouldn’t be back until after two o'clock. This way, my sister would surely be accepted for the final interview.
July 2007
My father died, and I reevaluated my life. Besides secretly protecting Yukiho, I also needed to kill the murderer with my own hands.
November 2008
I really regret not stopping it back then; Okamoto started having an affair with a woman named Yamaguchi Haruna.
September 2009
This is not good; Haruna will find out sooner or later.
November 2009
Haruna already knows the address of Keisyu Street; it must be resolved immediately.
Early December 2009
The person who killed my father is her—Asada Yukiho, also known as Qian Zhi Xue Sui, my sister.
At the end of December 2009,
Qian Zhi lay on the ground as the sun slowly rose, its warm yellow light spreading out. He plunged the knife forcefully into his heart while silently reciting something, his breath dissipating in the morning mist. Merry Christmas, Qian Zhi Xue Sui. Thankfully, he would no longer have to see tomorrow's sun.
Naoki Okamoto had not left the hospital all night. His wife was not sleeping deeply and woke up just after five in the morning. He leaned down to ask Yukiho if she wanted some water, but received no response.
"It's so dark," Yukiho's voice was faint yet clear.
"Should I turn on the light?" Naoki Okamoto asked.
"No need," Yukiho turned her gaze toward the window, and Naoki Okamoto stepped forward to pull back the curtains.
"The sun is about to rise," he felt genuinely happy for the arrival of a new day.
"It's really too dark," Yukiho frowned and averted her gaze, her tone cold yet weak.
She closed her eyes again, trying to fall asleep once more.
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