Comprehensive comic: Succubus Shota, one mile of ability every day

"Be careful on the road." Shiraishi finally spoke, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. He knew he should see Rio and Kaguya off and wish them all the best, but he couldn't do it. He could only say this simple sentence to express his inner gratitude and blessing.

"Yeah." Kaguya responded briefly and left side by side with Rio. Their backs gradually blurred in Shiraishi's sight and finally disappeared outside the door.

After the door closed, Shiraishi fell silent again. He knew what Rio wanted to say - say goodbye properly. But he couldn't do it. He would rather choose to escape from this pain and continue to sink in this small space. He curled up on the carpet, clenched his hands into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

"I... As expected..." Shiraishi's voice was low and hoarse. These few words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but he was only halfway through when he was interrupted by the sound of the TV that suddenly sounded in the living room.

The sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in this quiet space, like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, causing ripples.

Nasuno, Rio's kitten, was sitting on the sofa at the moment, playing happily with the remote control as a toy. The pictures on the screen switched quickly and were colorful, but each picture failed to attract his attention. Finally, the picture was fixed on the exterior of the Tokyo Funeral Home. The solemn and heavy atmosphere was incompatible with the relaxed atmosphere indoors.

"No..." Shiraishi muttered to himself. He stood up, strode towards Nasuno, and almost subconsciously snatched the remote control from him. His fingers hovered over the green power off button, and his fingertips trembled slightly, as if it was not just a button, but a heavy decision. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and wanted to press that button to end it all. But he couldn't do it.

On the TV screen, Mai's farewell ceremony was in progress. The afternoon rain was continuous, as if the sky was also crying for the passing of this young life.

Mai's mother, the always gentle and strong woman, was holding the portrait in her hand and standing in front of the flower offering stand, her eyes full of reluctance and grief. In the portrait, Mai smiled brightly, as if she was still walking side by side with him yesterday on those familiar streets.

White flowers, one by one, in clusters, covered the flower offering stand, each carrying people's grief and remembrance for Mai. Those flowers, some white as snow, some pale yellow like chrysanthemums, they bloomed quietly, as if telling a story about youth and dreams.

The camera slowly pulled away, and the entire farewell venue came into view. In the spacious venue, the crowd surged, but there was no noise. Everyone wore dark clothes and had solemn expressions on their faces. They either bowed their heads in silence or looked up, remembering this young and brilliant life together.

The figure of a famous film director appeared on the screen, wearing black mourning clothes and looking haggard. He walked to the flower stand, picked up the microphone, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"Mai Sakurajima, no, Mai-chanSister..." His voice choked, tears welled up in his eyes. He recalled every bit of working with Mai, those times of laughter and tears, now they have become the most precious memories.

In the venue, more voices joined in. The actors, directors, and staff who had worked with Mai, they expressed their nostalgia and reluctance to Mai in their own way. Some people burst into tears, some bowed their heads in thought, but their hearts were full of admiration and gratitude for Mai.

The atmosphere at the talk show was equally solemn. The male host stared at the farewell scene on the screen, his eyes red, and his voice low. The female assistant announcer Nanjo Fumika next to him also looked particularly solemn. Her words were full of respect for Mai. The regret and respect for Mai made Shiraishi feel more deeply Mai's influence in the industry and people's love for her.

Shiraishi sat on the sofa, staring at the screen, as if he wanted to engrave all this deeply into his mind. His heart was filled with complex emotions: grief and reluctance for Mai's death, self-blame and regret for his own powerlessness, and nostalgia and cherishment for the good times of Mai's life. (To read the violent novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

He knew that all this was real, not a movie or a dream. He could not escape the pain of loss, but could only bear it silently and remember the partner who had walked side by side with him in his own way.

"That's true. "The male host's voice echoed in the quiet living room, with a subtle tremor.

He looked up at the ceiling, as if he was looking for an escape from reality, but he had to face everything in front of him. Wen Xiang was beside him, giving him silent support with her eyes, and there was also unspeakable sadness in her deep eyes.

"In fact, I went to Kanazawa City, where the movie studio is located, with Miss Mai two days before she had a car accident, in order to record the location of another program...".