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At the end of December 2009, Takashi Fujishiro visited the house in Morikawa Town, Keiju District on December 23rd.
Since seeing the news about Asada Yukiho being stabbed, his anxiety had reached its peak. Moreover, having completely lost contact with Miki Kazuya, he felt that since he had an address, he might as well take a chance.
Sitting on the subway's Line 1 Express, Fujiwara found his suit ill-fitting. He tugged at his tie, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to him. When the train arrived at the station just past ten o'clock, there were not many people getting off at Keisyu Street.
There was a nationwide chain Western-style restaurant by the roadside, and the aroma of food wafted through the air. Fujiwara decided to have lunch first before heading to District 3; a delicious seafood risotto would help him relax temporarily.
The iron gate of the house in Morikawa Town, Keiju District had a small sign hanging on it that read "Keisyu Welfare Institute." Fujiwara checked the address repeatedly, convinced that he must have made a mistake somewhere.
"Can I help you?" came a voice from beyond the iron gate. Fujiwara looked up to see a well-dressed elderly lady.
"Actually, I'm not quite sure. I'm looking for someone named Miki Kazuya." As he spoke these words, Fujiwara thought again that he must have gotten it wrong, but the lady immediately opened the gate for him. "Oh, you're a friend of Qian Zhi! I was wondering if you would come."
"Qian Zhi is..." Fujiwara was somewhat confused.
"Right, now she’s called Miki Kazuya. That child was known as Qian Zhi before she was adopted." This statement echoed in Fujiwara's mind, leaving him unsure of how to react as a buzzing sound filled his head.
The woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Umeura led Fujiwara into an old building. The dark red bricks exuded a damp atmosphere. As they passed the first floor, Umeura paused deliberately.
"Don’t be fooled by how it’s been turned into a storage room now; people used to live here," Mrs. Umeura pointed to a corner.
"Kazuya?" Fujiwara 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.
"..." Fujiwara fell silent.
Miki Kazuya was not waiting for him here; she had only left behind her notebook. She knew that Fujiwara would have no way of understanding everything that had happened, so she chose to explain it all through writing.
July 1999
Today, a police officer we knew came to our house, and Dr. Endo was also there. He told us that although our mother tried very hard, she still passed away. My sister didn’t shed a single tear; we were taken to an unfamiliar place.
September 1999
The people here seem to hate us; 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,
Kazuya lay on the ground as the sun slowly rose, its warm yellow light spreading out. He plunged the knife forcefully into his heart, silently reciting something, his breath dissipating in the morning mist. Merry Christmas, Qian Zhi Xue Sui. Fortunately, he no longer had 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 over to ask Yukiho if she wanted some water, but received no response.
"It's so dark," Yukiho's voice was weak yet clear.
"Should I turn on the light?" Okamoto asked.
"No need." Yukiho turned her gaze toward the window, and Okamoto stepped forward to pull back the curtains.
"The sun is about to rise," he felt a genuine joy at the arrival of a new day.
"It's really too dark," Yukiho frowned and withdrew her gaze, her tone cold yet faint.
She closed her eyes again, trying to fall asleep once more.
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