Melancholic Huanyue If (3)

"Huanyue, I came to see you again." Shiori climbed up the familiar building once more.

Before her body was teleported away, she naturally leaned against Huanyue's side again.

"Your... name is?"

At last, Huanyue spoke softly. She did not ignore her; it seemed to be nothing more than a simple question.

But even that—

Even just that.

Shiori reached out and gently took her hand. Her palm covered Huanyue's slightly cool fingertips. Huanyue still showed no resistance, merely sitting there quietly and gazing calmly at her with those violet eyes.

Under that tranquil gaze, Shiori felt tears spill from the corners of her eyes without warning. How pathetic.

This should have been something worth being happy about.

Yet she curved her lips, trying to offer the gentlest smile she could.

"—Shiori. Shiori Itsuka. Remember it, okay?"

"This is the name of the person who's going to save you."

Huanyue answered with nothing more than a simple—

"I see."

Her voice was calm and unruffled, as though the girl before her had been born without any emotions in her heart.

Yet after "that," for the first time, Shiori heard her call her name.

"Shiori." Huanyue spoke the name from between her lips. "How about I call you that?"

For some reason, Shiori felt the corners of her eyes grow wet again.

"Get closer to her. Hug her more. You could even marry Shiori. Kiss her, love her, embrace the life of the person beside you. If you do that, then everything will definitely be okay, right?"

The echo in her heart grew louder and louder, yet Huanyue still did not understand why.

She merely scooped up a handful of water, then used Angel to boil it according to her own idea.

"Mm, that's amazing, Huanyue."

Shiori gently rubbed her silver