The wind coloured glaze tone with doubt.
"Look at my brother, I have become beautiful now, but there are many girls who like me at the top."
The wind coloured glaze stroked his face, but his makeup faded because of the rain, which was a bit miserable and pale, not as beautiful as Minamoto Chisei.
"Brother, why don’t you talk? Shouldn’t my brother be happy at this time? "
The wind coloured glaze continued
Seeing that Minamoto Chisei didn’t move, he suddenly grabbed Minamoto Chisei’s shoulder and shook it before crawling. "Brother, praise me quickly!"
After shaking for a while, the wind suddenly stopped, and some people wondered, "Brother?"
No response
"Brother?"
There is thunder and rain in my ear.
"Brother! ？”
The wind seems to be blowing harder, and the rain is splashing. The glazed face makes his eyes a little sour.
"Brother?"
Still no response. Of course, the dead man answered him and praised him
"Brother, brother, brother, brother …"
The wind coloured glaze some hesitation sat in situ calling the sound over and over again.
From the beginning, I was crazy and shouted, and finally I almost prayed … Whispering.
"Brother-"
He sat there and finally let go and cried, tears mixed with rain, and his face fell into the scene where he was stained with blood.
In the end, he finally remembered … the real situation that night.
My brother didn’t stab him with a cold knife, but he was at a loss after drawing his sword. My brother rushed to his chest to meet the cold tip of the knife.
Brother’s eyes at him are not indifferent, but full of shock and regret.
Up to now, he can still recall the shaking from the blade, which is my brother’s shaking.
He can recall that he and his brother walked along the country road, he can recall that he spent his birthday with his brother, he can recall that his brother fought by himself, he can recall that he helped himself with his homework by candlelight, he can recall that he went to the meteor shower with his brother, he can recall that …
On that day, he heard a gentle, regretful and full cry-"baby girl"
This is his favorite and his favorite brother …
How could I … Want to kill him?
He watched in horror as his brother’s chest slowly oozed blood, and his hands trembled and caressed his brother’s pale face. The rain washed away so cold.
Once on that cold winter night in the country, his face was red with cold when he lay in bed, and his brother’s face was so warm when he stuck it.
I won, and finally I won. I won all this. There is no one in the world who can breathe and let him sleep peacefully. There is no one who sticks his face to his cheek in winter to make him feel warm … Brother.