After finishing her confession, Yuki seemed to lose all her strength and let her full weight rest against Amasawa Yuto's shoulder.
Amasawa Yuto thought it over.
The rainy season nine years from now—that meant this year. Yuki's memories had probably returned because of it.
Even if she had forcibly forgotten, her body had still remembered the countdown.
This was a temperate monsoon climate, with no clear-cut dry and rainy seasons. If he had to draw a distinction, the rainy season began in August and lasted about a month, with more frequent rainfall.
"So I know Kiyotaka's letter might very well be real..." Yuki said unsteadily. "Do you believe in knowing the future, Yuto?"
"You mean Kiyotaka predicted his own death, and predicted what would happen now, nine years later?" Amasawa Yuto instinctively wanted to reject such idealism.
But he had been reincarnated himself. Kiyotaka being able to predict the future didn't seem so hard to accept after all.
"Sorry, Yuki. I let you bear so much pressure on your own, without knowing what was going on." Amasawa Yuto gently held her. Her body felt as light as a feather.
The death of someone close could have a profound effect on a child's mind, especially in the stifling, prematurely mature environment of the White Room.
It was entirely possible that Yuki might never recover—or even follow in Kiyotaka's footsteps and leave this world.
Amasawa Yuto could only feel grateful: grateful that he had been by Yuki's side back then, and grateful that he had managed to bring back the Yuki he once knew.
Tears ran down Yuki's face as she hugged Amasawa Yuto. "Yuto, I know what I'm saying sounds like nonsense. I'm so scared. I'm afraid you won't believe me either..."
"I believe you, Yuki. Whatever happens, I'll face it