"Go back."

...

The monk held an umbrella and walked forward.

...

The little novice stared blankly at the monk's back for a while.

Until a drop of rain hit his forehead, awakening the little shakimi.

The little shaman subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead.

I touched some water stains.

...

The little novice immediately jumped up.

Turn around and run towards the temple.

I was so anxious that I came out just now, but when I found it rained, I immediately grabbed an umbrella and chased my uncle.

I didn't have time to get myself a handful.

It is also because the rain is light at this time and the temple is behind me again.

...

It's going to rain heavily.

The little novice monk used his sleeve to block the sesame cake in his hand and ran back to the temple quickly.

...

The monk came to the cemetery outside the city.

...

The monk spent some effort to find the tombstone of the Sixth Girl.

The newly established tombstone was even more shiny after being washed by rain.

...

The monk squatted down.

Only a few days...

Wild weeds grow beside the tombstone.

...

The monk reached out to clean up the weeds and some dead branches and leaves.

...

The monk placed the basket in front of the tombstone.

He opened the thick cloth to reveal the sesame cakes piled up inside.

"Miss Six."

The monk's mouth raised.

"look."

"These are all sesame cakes made by the same person as the sesame cake I gave you last time."

"Just done just now."

"Um."

"I have tried my best to reduce my time on the road."

The monk reached out to grab a sesame cake.

"Um."

A smile flashed through the monk's eyes, "It's still a little hot."

"It is inevitable that you will feel lonely eating alone."

"Is it good to eat with you?"

"certainly."

"Don't worry."

The monk said in front of him as if the sixth girl was really saying, "I don't eat too much."

"Just eat one."

"The rest is yours."

"You can eat slowly."

...

The squatting monk held an umbrella with one hand and put the sesame cake in the other hand into his mouth.

He took a bite.

"Um."

“It smells very good.”

The monk laughed.

"What does Miss Six think?"

“Is it the taste you imagined?”

...

The monk lowered his eyes and ate the sesame cake in his hand bit by bit.

The rain gradually became heavier.

The raindrops hit the tombstone, making a noise.

But it inexplicably adds a little bit of loneliness in my heart.

...

"Miss Six."

The monk sighed slightly.

"terribly sorry."

"I didn't follow the promise I had with you."

She did not appear in front of Miss Six when she was scared.

What is regrettable is...

He did not show up.

No one appeared either.

“…I’m scared?”

No matter what Miss Six is ​​afraid of...

It's good to hallucinate...

It's crazy...

That fear was real.

...

However……

No one understands Miss Six's fear.

Instead, he accused Miss Liu of this fear.

...

“…I heard…”

The monk paused and continued, "You were smiling at the last moment..."

"Why?"

"Is there something pleasant to do?"

If that's true...

That would be great.

Whether that's another hallucination or not...
To be continued...