Furukawa Kumisa had to admit that she never thought that Gin would say such a thing.

In her impression, Gin was forever bound to the organization - even if anyone might want to think about "leaving the organization", Gin would not.

He is a killer who is born to hide in the darkness. Maybe it is not the organization that makes him, but he only has a place to stay in the organization.

In other words, for a person whose soul is deeply stained by darkness, hell is the only destination and he cannot integrate into the human world.

But now he spoke.

These words were so abrupt that Furukawa Kumisa was so shocked that his acting skills almost collapsed. Even his crying stopped for a moment, and he almost choked himself.

Fortunately, Gin's mood was not stable at the moment, and he didn't notice the flaw she showed.

She couldn't think of a proper answer to his question for the time being, so she could only pretend not to hear him and continue to cry heartbreakingly for him.

Fortunately, Gin only said this once and didn't ask any more questions. He just stretched out his hand to hug her, but she pulled away many times.

In the end, she cried so much that she really had no strength left, so she shrank into his arms, and he held her tightly to his chest.

Furukawa Kumisa suddenly thought that she might have shed more tears in the past month than she had in the first half of her life combined.

Ginjiu listened to the crying in his arms gradually weakening, and when he lowered his head, he saw that she had fainted from crying.

Her body has become increasingly weak these days, and her periods of lethargy and lethargy have become longer and longer.

Gin carried her to bed and laid her down, reaching out to wipe away the mottled tears on her face.

She was not very stable in her sleep, pulling on his sleeves to prevent him from leaving, and he could only sit by the bed to accompany her.

She moved her body uncomfortably, and tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes again. Gin reached out to wipe them away again, but suddenly the look of her almost collapse appeared in front of her eyes.

She asked him if he had ever thought about their children.

Gin had to admit that he had never - in his eyes, this child was just an accessory of his mother. He didn't like children, and he had no intention of raising a child, but if the mother of this child was her, then he

willing.

All he wanted from the beginning to the end was her, and on this basis, he happily accepted all her attachments.

Does he love the child? No, what he loves is the crystallization of their blood flowing through them at the same time.

But Furukawa Kumisa's question just now was not just for the sake of the children.

Even without the child, these questions still stand.

In what capacity are they together? How can they ensure that they can create a common home after being together?

——Not a cage, not a safe house, not a base.

It is a warm "home" that belongs to them.

Gin never thought about this problem, he didn't care about his life of life and death.

What about Furukawa Kumisa? Maybe she didn't care before.

But everything now made her have to care.

She is asking him for a peaceful and happy "home" - and this is something that Gin cannot give more than freedom and life.

In fact, it seemed that he couldn't give her everything she wanted.

Furukawa Kumisa was tired from crying at first and pretended to sleep for a while, but then he fell asleep without realizing it. When he woke up again, it was already dinner time.

She was lying sickly on the bed, looking lifeless, and Gin was sitting on the edge of the bed with a bowl in hand, feeding her.

She turned away from his spoon and refused to swallow it.

When she was first imprisoned here, she also tried to use this method of resistance, but finally succumbed to his brute force, but now Gin will no longer use extraordinary means to force her.

He just put the food into his mouth, and then gently forced her to eat it one bite at a time.

After slowly finishing the difficult meal, she rested on the bed for a while, and then walked to the bathroom.

As expected, Gin followed him in, and she threw the bath towel at him impatiently: "What are you doing? You have to follow me when I take a shower?"

Of course he had to follow her. Ever since she jumped off the building in the afternoon, he would not let her leave his sight.

He took off his clothes and followed her into the bathroom, but he behaved and did nothing. He just helped her when she felt dizzy and weak.

"Are you always like this?" His voice echoed in the steamy bathroom.

"What?" Furukawa Kumisa was stunned for a moment.

"dizziness."

Her body seemed to be extremely weak these days, and even standing for a long time would make her lose strength.

Furukawa Kumisa turned on the shower, and his sarcastic voice was a little intermittent amidst the sound of water: "I have been lying in bed for a month, injecting muscle relaxants every day, and my body is severely overdrawn every night. You actually expect me to be strong?"

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After that, there was only the silent sound of water.

Furukawa Kumisa ignored him, dried his body and opened the bottle on the dressing table.

"What is this?" Gin asked again.

"Skin care lotion," she said as she applied the lotion on herself as usual, "you should be most familiar with this smell."

He was indeed familiar with this smell, it was the scent that lingered on the tip of his nose and between his teeth every night.

She closed the lid with a snap, "What? Are you afraid that I will do anything to you? Isn't this what you prepared for me?"

Everything in this house, except for her, had passed through his hands and had been seen by him personally.

Ginjiu didn't say anything and helped her, who was a little limp, back to the bed.

She wrapped herself in the quilt and turned her back to him, "Okay, you can go eat."

Usually when he was with her at home, he wouldn't eat with her. He would always eat alone outside, carefully guarding against her poisoning.

Today, Gin did not leave the room. She just sat at the table and ate some of the dishes that had just been brought to her.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't react at all, didn't even look at him, and fell asleep again in silence.

Gin didn't make things difficult for her anymore, he just sat next to her and dealt with his own affairs silently until nightfall.

He put down his cell phone, looked at Furukawa Kumisa who was sleeping soundly next to him, and clenched the injection in his hand.

During this time, he still injected her with relaxants every day, which was the most effective way to prevent her from escaping, and now, it seemed to be an insurance policy to prevent her from harming the child.

There was already a deep needle mark where the needle pierced her neck. Even if the needle tip was the finest, the repeated injections over the past month were enough to leave indelible marks on her body.

Furukawa Kumisa did not wake up from his dream, but struggled uneasily: "Don't..."

This was not the first time she unconsciously resisted the injection. Gin reached out to hold her down, but she struggled more and more violently.

He could only pull out the needle first to prevent hurting her.

But what she subconsciously reached out to cover in her sleep was not the injected neck, but her abdomen.

"don't want……"

She was resisting, resisting something that might harm her child.

This was a completely different reaction from when she was awake. Her subconscious and mind seemed to be split into two individuals, one trying desperately to protect the child, while the other tried every means to abort it.

Or, it's not a split - she's just doing it for its own good, protecting it, or killing it.

The needle that Gin withdrew failed to penetrate her skin again.

Since that day, Gin's time at home has doubled.

For the first time, he no longer restrained her. Sometimes he would accompany her downstairs, sit on the sofa and watch a movie for a while, and even take her out into the garden of the house.

Without the system, she could not determine the location of the house from the nearby environment, but this was no longer her concern.

She became the person who didn't want to go out.

She stayed in her room all day long, spending most of her time holding her stomach in a daze, and only a small part of her time talking back to Gin. After a few days, she was too lazy to even talk.

Gin seemed to be trying hard to improve her mental state, but he was unable to do so - he became busy again.

Sometimes I even stayed away all night, and when I came back the next day after a long journey, I could always see bloody wounds on my body.

He never asked her to give him medicine, and she never touched him.

It wasn't until late one night when she was awakened by the smell of blood on his body that she noticed the person sitting at the end of the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, just stared at her in the darkness.

She got up and turned on the light, "How did you..."

Gin was injured more seriously than ever before. It was no longer the test wound like before. There was a big hole in his left shoulder, but he still reached out without hesitation and supported her limp body with his right hand.

"It's okay." There was nothing wrong with his voice.

Furukawa Kumisa pursed her lips and said, "I'll get the medicine box."

She brought the medicine box and finally gave him medicine with her own hands for the first time in more than a month after being imprisoned here.

Her hands were shaking all the time, whether it was because of her weak body or because of his terrible wounds.

Gin bit the cigarette - it was his habitual way of relieving pain, but now that her body couldn't bear the smell of cigarettes, he just bit it without lighting it.

Seeing her tremblingly bandaging her wounds, Gin suddenly said, "Where do you want to go after leaving Japan?"

Her bandaged hand trembled, as if she didn't hear clearly, "...what?"

He reached out and held her cold hands, holding them in his palms to warm them carefully, "I said, I will leave the organization."

At that moment, Furukawa Kumisa could hardly tell whether it was acting or reality. The tip of his nose suddenly sore. Looking at Gin's pale face, his eyes suddenly became hot.

"In three days at most, I can take you away."

Gin reached out and brushed away the tears from her face - his movements were no longer stiff and rough at the beginning. He gradually got used to such gentle and delicate movements, which seemed to have been engraved into his instinct.

"Where do you want to go?"

He did not elaborate on his plan to leave the organization with her. He just spoke calmly and said the matter that almost cost his life in an understatement.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't even know until now that he was planning such a thing.
To be continued...