"Hah, hah, hah..." Osamu Dazai breathed softly. A man who could even control his own heartbeat had nearly suffocated earlier from holding his breath.
As clever as he was, of course he knew how resolute An Xinyi was, how ruthless.
Yet Osamu Dazai also realized, sorrowfully, that he could not blame An Xinyi at all. No one in this world had the right to blame him.
Everyone had left him forever stranded in yesterday, that yesterday without a moment's peace.
Osamu Dazai himself was one of the culprits who had abandoned him.
So it was only natural for Yiyi to give up on him, too. If Satoru Gojo had not interfered, even their last bond would have been difficult to preserve.
Osamu Dazai instinctively looked toward Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo greeted him with a cheerful smile. Just moments ago, he had been loudly clamoring that he wanted such an amazing toy, too, complaining that everyone around him was useless and could not even make such a simple wooden doll.
Osamu Dazai: "..." No, I absolutely will not thank this guy. He's far too annoying!
For Satoru Gojo, spending his whole life hanging around An Xinyi would probably have been perfectly fine.
Although he seemed lofty and untouchable, Satoru Gojo was actually a simple person. He did not aspire to a life of grand adventures. His ambitions fell far short of his power, and he was actually very easy to satisfy.
An Xinyi was preparing lunch for Inspector Akino. The inspector was always drunk. Without a hardworking, uncomplaining subordinate like An Xinyi, he would not have starved to death, but he certainly would have gone hungry as often as he ate.
Satoru Gojo disliked Tokuya Akino. "Why bother with him? All he ever does is order you around."
An Xinyi wrapped