How about trying to write a book?

The story of ghouls and the story of humans are actually the same stories.

Maybe one day the two races will understand each other?

Will that day really happen?

...

"Please give me some advice, Aya-kun."

"Please give me some advice, Takatsuki-sensei."

From that day on, a smile seemed to appear on her face again.

What a strange human being.

...

Warm.

My heart is warm and my body is warm.

What does this feel like?

Aite couldn't figure out why for a while.

Wow.

Wow.

Late at night in the stormy weather, the small shop was the only one with lights on in the nearby streets.

Her mouth was filled with warm liquid.

Most of the injuries on his back have recovered, and the bleeding has stopped at some point.

"youth!"

"youth!"

Aite seemed to realize something and yelled in panic.

His eyes searched the surroundings anxiously.

She was quickly stunned.

Lingluo was in her arms, her body as cold as the rain, and her heartbeat had stopped.

A large area of ​​flesh and blood on his left arm was eaten away, all the way to his shoulder.

The amount of blood loss was astonishing, and even the accumulation of water on the ground could not dilute the eye-catching blood-red color of the liquid.

Lingluo, is she dead?

In a daze, Aite seemed to have returned to that night in his memory.

Yelu was killed by those mysterious people, and his bloody body fell to the ground, smiling before he died.

"Aite, I can no longer protect you."

That was Noro's last words.

Ayano!

Are you going to die in front of me too?

"Fool!"

"Did I tell you to do this?"

It was the first time Aite felt that he was so vulnerable.

The goddess of fate played tricks on her time and time again, trying to take away the relatives and friends she had so hard to find around her.

"Why do you do this..."

"Why did you save me?"

Hot blood and tears flowed down the girl's cheeks, but the young man in her arms could no longer hear her cries.

The red robe of bronze tree tissue wrapped around her body, but it couldn't bring any warmth.

The real world is so cruel and ruthless.

The green algae head has truly become a green algae head.

Her life is a joke.

"that,"

"Can I interrupt you for a moment?"

"Maybe this human being still has a chance to be cured."

A sudden voice sounded.

Aite stared at the guy and found that he was not wearing a prosecutor's uniform, and he felt relieved.

Her strength has only recovered a little, which is not enough to deal with an opponent that is too powerful.

"What do you mean?"

Aite wiped away the tears on his face and stared closely at the middle-aged man in front of him.
Chapter completed!