Didn't have breakfast, just to cheer up.

Although there is an age difference of nearly ten years, the other party shows maturity and responsibility.

But that face was a youthful one, mixed with heart-warming handsomeness.

A face like a prince, youthful like a fairy tale.

Maybe this is the best way to describe the boy in front of you...

Unable to resist, he reached out his hand and touched the head of this boy whom he had only met twice, but each time in court.

"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, my sister will buy you some later."

I don’t know why, when I see a boy who is not much different in height from me but is surprisingly young, I will subconsciously take him into his younger brother’s identity...

Miwako Sato watched the boy turn his head, and his own appearance was reflected in the other person's eyes.

Perhaps it was because of her father who died in the line of duty that Miwako was filled with the pursuit of justice, but the boy in front of her behaved in court and fit the so-called partner of justice.

Maybe it's because most of the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department just want to be Sato's big brother, caring, caring and protecting.

But having too many 'brothers' has caused Sato's strong character to be suppressed, and deep down he prefers to have a 'brother' or 'junior' whom he protects.

Such characters appear in life.

If her 'brother' or 'junior' can be handsome, Miwako Sato will naturally choose the 'handsome' type with her appearance!

"Thank you, I'm full."

He placed the lunch box in his hand on the bedside table and leaned back against the bed.

Sato handed the miso soup in front of me and caught it.

"Wait a minute, it's uncomfortable lying down like this."

Before Kousei could lean back, Miwako suddenly stepped forward.

He put the original pillow up and used it as a backrest, and then helped Kousei to lean down.

slowly...

He returned to his position, looking at the boy in front of him, holding the bowl, and pressing his lips around the edge of the disposable bowl. The minute the soup entered his throat, he could see the other person's newly developed Adam's apple.

The Adam's apple bulged slightly and the soup was swallowed down.

"Drink slowly."

Can't help but add one more thing.

He waited until Kousei finished drinking, then took the other's empty bowl and threw it into the trash can next to him.

At this time, the glucose infusion has also ended.

Kousei stretched out his left hand, tore off the X-shaped sticker on his right hand, pulled out the needle directly, and then pressed it with the sea surface on the sticker.

The IV tube and pillow were hanging to the ground at the same time, and the last bit of glucose that had not yet flowed out soaked the floor.

"Sister Sato, let's get ready to leave."

Lift off the quilt and stand up again.

My face is also much rosier, my energy has been restored due to the four hours of rest, and my pupils are shining with luster.

Or maybe every case is a kind of practice for Gongsheng.

The practice of mind.

If your mind is clear, your practice will be unimpeded, so your recovery will be extremely fast.

Try jumping a few times, then violently fly into the air, kicking the triangle while flying, and stomping on the wall in front of you.

Then...a hole broke.

The quality of neon houses is very plastic, because plastic things are more earthquake-resistant than hard materials.

Kicked through the wall...

Seeing this scene, Sato, who was originally worried about the boy's physical condition, once again recalled that day when the boy knocked an adult away with an elbow.

And look at the damage to the wall...

My physical condition is not bad at all, and if I don't leave, I'm afraid I will have to pay for the damage to the hospital's walls.

This is not reimbursable!

This will be deducted from the money Miwako Sato paid for the car!

"Forget it, let's go."
Chapter completed!