Chapter 819: Midou Orihime

Midou Orihime stared at the painting in her hand, lost in thought.

Those eerie and deep eyes seemed to have lost their focus at this moment, sinking into a mist of trance.

On the drawing paper, the light spots swayed, the maple leaves were quiet and beautiful, and the portrait was serene.

Everything was so real, so... "normal."

She turned her head slowly, somewhat sluggishly.

Her gaze crossed the reality of the air and fell upon Konoe Hitomi, who was standing by her side.

Her lips pressed together slightly, her voice very soft, carrying a hint of rare, uncertain inquiry:

"Hitomi... this painting... does it look like you?"

Konoe Hitomi was silent.

Her gaze fell on the painting in Midou Orihime's hand, and very slowly, she nodded.

"... Exactly the same."

Midou Orihime had received her answer.

She didn't speak again.

She just lowered her head again, her gaze flickering as she stared at the "Konoe Hitomi" in the painting.

Her fingertips, with a force bordering on pity, gently stroked the figure on the drawing paper who was softly enveloped by the sunlight.

Her eyes were as complex as an overturned palette, with various indescribable emotions rolling and settling within them.

So Hitomi... looks like this.

A fragment of memory, buried deep for a long time, suddenly broke through her mental defenses.

In the dim room of her childhood.

That lump of flesh that was always twisting and squirming, with blurred outlines.

That "existence" that emitted sharp, inhuman sounds and always exuded a chaotic aura that instinctively made one nauseous...

That was the "Hitomi" she had known since she was a child.

It was the 'Hitomi' who had always been by her side.

In her world, this was the normal state of being "human."

But now...

Midou Orihime's breathing was disordered for an imperceptible instant.

The knuckles of the hand holding the drawing paper turned slightly white.

After a long silence.

She raised her eyelids again.

Her gaze fell back into reality—

It fell upon the "Konoe Hitomi" beside her, composed of constantly twisting, proliferating, and adhering dark red flesh.

It fell upon the "Furukawa Masahiro" and "Furukawa Caixu" beside her, who were also piled up from indescribable squirming matter, barely maintaining human outlines.

Finally.

Her gaze tightly, firmly locked onto the only 'peer' present with a clear outline, normal colors, and a peaceful aura—Natsume Chikage.

Midou Orihime looked at him for a long time in thought, then said softly with a look that had returned to coldness:

"Painted well."

"That's all for today."

"Later, I will come to find you."

Natsume Chikage was completely stunned.

His face was filled with capital question marks, completely unable to keep up with the jumping and mysterious thinking of this young lady.

"Come over later? What do you want to do?"

Midou Orihime's mouth curled up slightly, her eerie eyes carrying a smile: ===== CHAPTER 820 =====