Chapter One Hundred Twenty One: That Strange Guy

The next morning.

"Good morning, Doctor Nishikawa!" one energetic voice suddenly woke me up from my deep slumber.

I stared at the ceiling, half-awake and half- asleep, while trying to recollect my thoughts.

"-How's your father? Is he taking his medications regularly?" I heard my adoptive mother's voice.

"Yes, it's all thanks to you, he's feeling a lot better now!" answered that annoying voice again.

I curiously stood up and pulled open the window's curtain.

I saw Doctor Nishikawa talking to a tanned-skin boy who's about my age. Or maybe a little older. He has this unique aura that can brighten up a gloomy atmosphere.

I then glanced at his bicycle's basket and I saw a stack of newspaper inside.

"A newspaper boy." I whispered to myself.

As if in a cue, the boy glanced up and he accidentally met my gaze. I couldn't look away as I froze because of shock.
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