Akira lifted her exquisite head, beautiful eyes flowing with emotion, her clean white shell-like teeth biting her soft lips tightly.
"So, can you not go?"
Jotaro's cold gaze met Akira's eyes. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "I must go."
"Why?" The hand she used to grab Jotaro's arm was already trembling, "You could die."
Just how strong Jotaro's combat power was, she might know, or maybe she didn't fully understand.
She just didn't want Jotaro's life to be subjected to even the slightest threat of death.
Even a tiny, insignificant possibility was unacceptable.
Because she no longer wanted to lose important people.
With constant losses, one day even the meaning of her own existence would be lost.
"Thank you, for coming specially to tell me this kind of information." Jotaro looked at Akira, and the corners of his mouth revealed a trace of a reassuring smile.
"But, even knowing he'll be against me, I still must go."
The smile on his face slowly faded, becoming extremely serious.
What Furuta had done had already touched his bottom line, under such circumstances, how could he not be angry?
Now, he only wanted to quickly settle things with the other side.
Otherwise, more people around him would be hurt because of him.
In Akira's pupils was reflected Jotaro's cold and stern face, her pupils slightly trembling, and her hand that gripped him slowly loosened.
She knew she couldn't persuade him.
A person's life is full of many things, things they want to do, things they have to do, and things they must do no matter what.
When a man determines that something must be done, then no shackles can bind him.
Let alone Jotaro, who was a man among men.
Even if danger filled the path ahead, he would never stop walking.
Akira lowered her head, a trace of resolve flashing through her eyes, as if she had made some decision.
"When do you plan to leave?"
"Around noon tomorrow."
Although Jotaro had initially prepared to subdue his opponent by force, now plans had changed, the originally formulated action strategy still had to be revised.
Akira nodded slightly.
It was still deep in the night.
Her hands began unbuttoning her top.
She was wearing a blue-and-white striped hospital gown. As the buttons were undone, the snow-like, frost-defying, tender skin underneath was completely exposed.
"You don't have a woman, right?"
She raised her head and looked up at Jotaro. On her cold and glamorous face appeared a rare hint of shyness. Her bare chest was directly facing Jotaro.
Though covered by cute underwear and not exposed to the air, one could still feel the firmness unique to a young girl.
"I don't understand what you're saying." Jotaro's cold eyes turned sideways. "Have you been struck too hard and lost your mind?"
Akira puffed her cheeks, and said angrily, "My mind is completely clear!"
"That's exactly why..." She lightly sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes dodging, not daring to look at Jotaro anymore, and softly said, "Do you have confidence in coming back?"
That was the truth. Even with time stop, Jotaro wasn't arrogant enough to think he could completely eliminate danger.
Since the other party wanted to kill him, they would surely be fully prepared.
All he could do was respond carefully.
Jotaro's answer made deep disappointment show on Akira's face.
Her hand had already moved to the waistband of her childish cartoon underwear.
"In ancient times, young warriors had to leave descendants before heading off to war. You don't even have a woman, if you die, won't the Kujo family be cut off?"
She slid her underwear off, holding it in her hand, her expression pretending to be calm, her watery eyes staring at Jotaro.
"Let me become your woman."
"Come... take... take... take me..."
Saying that, she closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and slowly spread her tightly closed legs.
Right at the moment when spring scenery was about to spill out, Jotaro pressed down on her thigh.
At the same time, a faint sound came from outside the door, completely out of place.
Akira lifted her eyelids with difficulty, her beautiful eyes filled with mist, her pink lips turning pale, her entire person looking somewhat soul-lost.
"Why are you rejecting me? Am I that unlikable to you?"
"Or do you think I'm a loose woman?" Tears finally burst out from her clear eyes. She said, with utmost grievance, "This is my first time doing something in front of a man."
A woman's tears, especially a beautiful woman's, can soften any man's heart. Jotaro was no exception.
What's more, he knew how Akira felt about him.
The maturity and sensuality she usually carried now crumbled, and she cried like a little girl.
Jotaro sighed, "You're too tired. It's better to rest well."
Although he understood her feelings, he still couldn't accept them.
Akira's face turned cold, and she forcefully wiped the tears from her face.
"I want to know your reason for rejecting me!" Her elegant brows slanted, looking at him sideways, "Don't tell me... you already have someone you like?"
Jotaro straightened up, his expression calm as he looked at her.
He stuffed both hands into his pants pockets, slowly turned around, and said in a deep voice, "Love is important, but in a person's life, there are many, many things more important than love."
"You'll be able to pull yourself together."
'Even if I'm not there.'
After saying that, he didn't stay any longer, striding confidently as he walked out of Akira's hospital room.
Akira hugged her legs, resting her head on them, tilting her head to look in the direction Jotaro left. Tears streamed down without stopping, and she said desolately,
"To a man like you, maybe it's that way."
"But to a woman, without love... she can't survive..."
"Why can't you understand that?"
"Really!" After a long time passed, Akira clutched her hair in pain and said, "Why did I have to meet that man?"
She suddenly fell backward, lying on the bed with arms outstretched, staring blankly at the ceiling above her.
"If only I hadn't met him..."
Jotaro's figure stood tall and straight, walking through the hospital corridor, his expression firm, without a trace of hesitation.
A woman like Akira was not someone he disliked. Even if she wasn't the best choice for a wife, he wouldn't mind.
But he didn't want to hurt her even more.
It wasn't that he had no interest in women, it was that one day, he would leave this place. Accepting her feelings would only bring her deeper pain later.
Jotaro pressed down the brim of his hat. Maybe, somewhere in his heart, he also held a faint, imperceptible feeling for Akira.
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