Iwaizumi went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water for Junko. When he saw the breakfast left on the table, he coaxed Junko in a warm voice: "Drink some water first, and I'll help you pack your things. You continue to eat, and wait for me downstairs. I'm very anxious." It'll be ready soon. After cleaning up, we'll go home."
Junko had no appetite, so she drank two mouthfuls of water. When she saw Iwaizumi walking upstairs, she quickly put down her water glass and followed him step by step.
Iwaizumi stopped and turned around, and Junko also stopped, grabbing the corner of his clothes with her hands, her long eyebrows furrowed, and there were tears on her face.
"Hajime..." His voice was very nasal. Although Junko called his name, she couldn't think of what to say and looked at him with hesitation.
Iwaizumi's eyes were sore. In all these years, when had he seen Junko like this? His calloused fingertips gently touched the light green under her eyes: "Didn't you sleep well yesterday? I'll carry you up, and you can sleep a little longer. OK?"
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