The train roared past.
The silver-haired boy stubbornly held the suitcase. On the other side of the suitcase, a black-haired man turned back impatiently. Although he had a cigarette in his mouth, it didn't stop him from yelling at the boy.
Open.
I won't let go.
[I am not your father, and your father cannot be me! How many times do I have to say this before you understand!
Scarlet eyes looked at each other stubbornly, showing no sign of wanting to let go.
[Mom said you are dad. She said so.
The smoky blue eyes shrank instantly, and the black-haired man grabbed his collar.
[Hey, you bastard kid! Just listen to me! Your mother is just a woman who betrayed me! I'm not stupid enough to clean up her mess! ! !
[The mess... Are you talking about me?
The boy looked at him stubbornly, with tears in his eyes, refusing to fall.
The man let go of his hand and the silver-haired boy fell to the ground. The man picked up the suitcase again and left without looking back.
The silver-haired boy just sat there, his head lowered, his expression hidden in the darkness.
Hijikata, Jushiro. I remember you.
Break him, I want.
Such a voice suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.
Break it, him.