Chapter 32 Am I the Female Lead?
Because Nagi’s mental state was very stable.
Following the doctor’s advice.
Nagi’s parents decided to help her with the discharge procedures.
They took her back home to continue her recovery.
And Kanade left first after giving a heads up.
Nagi changed into casual attire, feeling a bit uncomfortable in her skirt.
She was then led by a younger-looking, beautiful woman, towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.
Although she had no impression of her, according to the doctor, this woman should be her mother.
And the tall, handsome middle-aged man walking in front of her was probably her father.
At that moment, Nagi realized.
Aren’t these two people just too good-looking!?
And what about the cold, glasses-wearing, handsome young man following her?
Is the gene pool of this family that impressive? As a member of this family, how high must my own looks be!?
While Nagi was lost in these thoughts.
She caught sight of her mother’s reddened eyes and the heavy expressions on her father and brother’s faces.
Nagi suddenly felt a wave of pain in her heart.
“I’m sorry… Mother…” Nagi involuntarily murmured.
Hearing this, Nagi’s mother froze for a moment.
“No… this isn’t Nagi’s fault…”
Then she tightly hugged Nagi in her arms.
…
It seemed that Nagi’s family had discussed this beforehand.
From the moment they left the hospital.
Their faces showed no more signs of sorrow.
Because for Nagi, who had lost her memory, their painful expressions would only make this gentle child feel sadness.
As the doctor had said.
Nagi’s emotions were very stable, completely unlike someone who had just lost their memory.
While she was a bit shy and timid during conversations.
Her speech was appropriate, logical, and she even seemed very considerate of others’ feelings.
It was clear that she carefully selected every word she said.
Her every movement carried a touch of maturity and steadiness.
But sometimes, she would also act like a child very curious about the outside world.
She would gaze out the car window at the lush forest, lost in thought, unable to close her mouth.
…
After returning to Kawano City.
Nagi stared blankly at the luxurious apartment in the city center.
“Am I… some rich lady?” Nagi thought anxiously in the elevator.
This tension inside Nagi peaked the moment the door opened.
“Little Nagi~~ Welcome back~”
A curvaceous beauty dashed towards Nagi.
She buried Nagi’s cute face into her ample bosom and gently rubbed her chin against Nagi’s smooth hair.
“Wh-what…?” Nagi instantly turned into a malfunctioning tape recorder.
The soft and full sensation against her cheeks, along with the sweet fragrance invading her nostrils.
Made her brain crash instantly.
The woman was, of course, Nagi’s older sister, Sayaka Hoshimiya.
After hearing about Nagi’s accident, she took leave and returned to Kawano City overnight.
Thinking about her cute little sister being in a car accident, she hadn’t been able to sleep these past few days.
“It’s okay~ No need to be nervous… just take your time…” Sayaka gently said while stroking Nagi’s long hair.
She had already received a message from Renji, learning about Nagi’s amnesia in advance.
This was Sayaka’s way of showing her concern for Nagi.
She hoped Nagi wouldn’t feel burdened by her memory loss, and that she didn’t even need to force herself to remember.
This was also the sentiment of others.
No matter if Nagi regained her memory or not, she was still their beloved Nagi, and nothing would change that.
At this moment, Nagi didn’t have much energy left to think about these things.
Because she was about to faint in this soft paradise.
Fortunately, Renji, with his keen observation and quick reflexes, intervened and saved Nagi from her sister’s embrace.
“What are you doing to a patient who just got discharged?” Renji said.
“Pain!? Renji, you brute!?”
Nagi then learned.
That this stunningly sexy beauty before her was actually her biological sister.
So… does that mean I look like her too!?
Nagi’s gaze unconsciously swept over Sayaka’s ample bosom.
Those eye-catching curves swayed enticingly with her steps.
Nagi couldn’t help but look away.
Her eyes landed on Sayaka’s fair, voluptuous long legs.
Finally, she couldn’t help but slightly lower her head.
Indeed, her own bosom was quite impressive, the skin on display flawless and white, making her feet invisible while standing.
Beautiful girl + car accident + amnesia.
From this formula, Nagi derived an unbelievable conclusion.
Like a bolt of lightning, it flashed through her mind.
Am I some tragic female lead from a romance story!?
Am I next going to be checked for some hidden illness?
Is my life about to end!?
After putting away her luggage.
Nagi followed Sayaka into the washroom and was about to rinse her mouth.
The next moment, she was stunned by the black-haired beauty reflected in the mirror.
With deep, enchanting black straight hair like the night sky, skin as white and flawless as milk, perfectly structured features, a pure and lovely face, and a beautiful figure that even a loose T-shirt and long skirt couldn’t hide.
The charm radiating from the reflection surpassed that of the stunning beauty standing beside her.
The female lead! She was definitely the female lead!
Speaking of which, if I’m the female lead, then who is the male lead?
…
…
After dinner.
The night had deepened.
Nagi was grabbed by Sayaka and, after finishing a wash in the spacious bathroom, changed into comfortable pajamas.
With a face that was a bit flushed, whether from the steam or her shyness, she returned to the room that belonged to her, nominally.
Nagi really had no impression of this room.
She was even surprised to discover that she had such a pink-themed, girly room.
The decor reminded her of a fairytale princess bedroom.
“N-no, this isn’t the time for that.”
Nagi set down the cute plush doll she had been holding.
Somehow, she had sunk into a sea of adorable dolls.
This room was not to be underestimated.
“Diary… Diary…”
Her immediate priority was to find her diary.
As Nagi searched for possible places where the diary might be stored, she prayed in her heart that there wouldn’t be a password.
Because the amnesiac version of herself couldn’t remember any password.
What she didn’t know was that her diary certainly wouldn’t have any passwords.
Because it was a “death diary.”
Something to be shown to others after her “death.”
Not only did it have no password, but it was even placed very prominently on a shelf.
Nagi spent quite a bit of time finding the existence of these diaries.
The diary books were neatly arranged on the shelf, all using the same simple notebook style.
Seeing the astonishing quantity left Nagi speechless.
When did she start writing in a diary? How could she have filled so many? And what on earth was worth writing about continuously?
Was her life really that exciting?
With this doubt in mind, she decided to take out the one that looked the newest.
Because she wanted to know what she experienced before losing her memory.
After flipping through a few pages.
“I… have a boyfriend? And we’re going on dates?” Nagi blinked her bright eyes.
Then she couldn’t help but grab the oldest-looking diary.
Planning to start from the beginning—
