The light in the room is dim.

Because it is covered by thick curtains, I don’t know whether it is night or day outside this room.

The fluorescent light on the display screen was slightly bright, mixed with the stars of the breathing lamp, emitting a soft mist.

“Woo…”

Kotojuro reached out and touched the glasses on the bedside table. But after thinking for a while, he finally did not pick up the glasses, but continued to turn over and sleep.

However, when he turned over, he did not close his eyes.

Because he sensed something.

Someone was standing by his bed, or, in other words, someone.

But he didn't say anything.

Even though he had noticed that the man knew the fact that he woke up, he still didn't say anything.

This is not fear, but calmness.

At this moment, his mind was thinking quickly and sorting out the current situation.

"Since that person has been standing by my bed, it means he is here to look for me, not for my money or for my life, but for me."

"So, since it's for me, it must not be for kidnapping me, otherwise I would have been kidnapped in my sleep."

"The anti-theft system at home is very complete, and it will be very difficult to come in without leaking noises. Therefore, this person must be prepared to invade without waking me up."

"Then... based on the above point of view... the value this person seeks can only be in the sober me."

After sorting out the thoughts in his mind, Kotojuro coughed twice.

Instead of turning his head to look at the man, he used the sound to tell the man that he was listening now.

Since he had already deduced that he would not be in danger of life, Kotojuro's behavior became relaxed.

However, the man's next sentence made Kotojuro's relaxed expression instantly surprised.

"It seems that you are not sleeping well. Do you need me to pour you a glass of water?"

No, it was not only this sentence, but also this voice.

"Hui Xin..."

Kotojuro slowly turned around and looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief through the glimmer of the display.

Under the slightly bright fluorescence, the girl's figure seemed so lonely and so real... so real that he was a little strange.

"Do you need me to pour you a glass of water? Brother."

Kotoshiki stood beside Kotoshiro's bed and repeated the words just now.

Although she said this, Kotojuro found that she was already holding a half-full glass in her hand.

Kotojuro remembered that glass, which was the birthday gift he bought for Kotoshi with pocket money when he was a child.

But the existence of that cup is obviously unreasonable.

Because it had been buried with Qin Huixin long ago.

"Who are you?" Kotojuro looked at the girl in front of him in the dim environment, raising a direct question.

"Brother, your question really makes me sad. Do you don't even recognize your own sister? You just called me a shiny heart. Could it be that this is the latest y? Amnesia y or cognitive impairment y or Alzheimer's y?"

Qin Huixin was joking while putting the water cup in her hand on the bedside table.

Her movements were natural and elegant, and so were her voice.

However, Kotojuro could not talk to her so naturally.

After all, there are too many unreasonable things in front of him.

First of all, that cup cannot appear here.

Secondly, Qin Huixin could not appear in front of him in such a posture

And lastly, and the most important point.

Qin Huixin has long been dead.

"I know what you are thinking." Qin Huixin showed a little devilish smirk like Huixin project in the computer, "You must be thinking... I'm dead, so I can't show up here, right?"

"I'll ask again, who are you?" Kotojuro seemed to be trying hard to suppress his tone, trying not to burst out.

"Why do you have to ask such a question again?" When Qin Huixin heard this question, she tilted her head and expressed her confusion, "You know clearly, but you just don't want to admit it."

"This has nothing to do with whether I admit it or not, because facts are facts." Kotojuro squeezed out this sentence from his teeth.

Qin Huixin smiled.

"So that's it, is fact the fact the truth?"

"So." As he said that, Kishi Huixin stretched out his right hand and smiled at Kishi Juro, "Do you want to try to hold my hand? Or do you prefer to believe in the illusory... facts in your memory than the real touch in front of you now?"

This proposition was placed before Kotojuro.

Should you believe in your own memory or the reality in front of you?

Memory may be errors or tampered with, but for Kotojuro, who has developed the Kushimi project along the way, such assumptions are nothing more than nonsense.

So, Kotojuro reached out his hand fearlessly and held Kotoshi's slightly smaller hand.

Ah...it's the touch I once had.

When the two hands were held together, this thought rushed into Kotojuro's brain like an electric shock.

There is no doubt that Qin Huixin in front of her is real, after all, this touch cannot be forged.

But, if so, what is going on?

Why is Qin Huixin here, and why is that cup here?

"What I have always thought, what I am used to, and what I insist on must be true?" Kotoshi Huixin sat down on the edge of the bed and covered Kotoshiro's hand with her other hand.

Her whispers penetrated Kotojuro's eardrum, making Kotojuro start to doubt the world in front of him.

"So, it's time for me to ask you now, who am I?" Kishi Huixin leaned down and murmured in Kotojuro's ear.

"You are... Qin Huixin... my sister."

This time, Kotojuro's spirit did not resist.

Looking at his brother's reaction, Qin Huixin smiled.

"Remember our company name? That was our favorite poem when we were kids."

"Remember." Kotoshiro responded, "The brocade ser is fifty-strings, one string and one pillar are all in my mind..."

"Zhuang Sheng was confused by the butterfly in Xiaomeng, and Emperor Chunxin held the cuckoo, right?" Qin Huixin looked at Kishijiro's eyes in the dark and said with a smile.

"What do you want to say?" Kotoshiro felt that the topic was wrong, but he couldn't tell where the incongruity came from.

"Zhuangzi dreamed that he turned into a butterfly, so after waking up, he didn't know whether he was a butterfly or a human being." Qin Huixin smiled, "So, what about you?"

"So what about me?"

"Do you really know whether it's day or night outside now? Also, are you really sure you're asleep at home?"

The smile on Qin Huixin's face gradually distorted.

The real touch in Kotojuro's hands instantly turned into nothingness in this smile.
Chapter completed!