My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 59 I Will Eventually Become You

The car stopped downstairs, the driver opened the door, and Yukimiya Natsune and Asakura Airi walked into the first-floor entrance hall.

The entire area was eerily quiet, with sunlight streaming in through the large windows, illuminating the space. Two nurses were on duty at the reception desk. Asakura Airi registered her name and then led Yukimiya Natsune upstairs by the hand.

Yukimiya Natsune lowered her head and looked at her hand being held by Asakura Airi. This wasn't a busy commercial street, so she couldn't possibly get lost. What was the point of holding hands?

She gently tried to pull her hand away, but to her surprise, Airi Asakura held it quite tightly.

Unlike female high school girls in China, Japanese high school girls don't have the same close bond. While holding hands is common in China, in Japan, it's considered an intimate gesture, almost like close friends holding hands, and is easily misunderstood.

If she hadn't known that Airi Asakura liked boys' bodies, she would have considered publishing a light novel—"What Should I Do When the Unruly Maid Openly Forces Herself on Me, Who Is Weak?".

"The old lady lives on the third floor. The elevator is a bit far, so climbing the stairs is faster," Airi Asakura explained.

"Yes," Yukimiya Natsune replied.

Airi Asakura's heart raced. This was it—this cool, aloof, self-absorbed, detached, dreamlike feeling—it hit her sweet spot right in the head—it was exactly like Shiraishi-kun's!

If she were to take Shiraishi-kun out on a date, Shiraishi-kun would definitely react the same way!

Rounding down, going on a date with Yukimiya-chan is the same as going on a date with Shiraishi-kun!

Airi Asakura was captivated. Her pace quickened unconsciously, and she strode rapidly down the steps, much to the dismay of Yukimiya Natsume behind her.

Upon reaching the third floor, Airi Asakura's breathing became steady, while Natsumi Yukimiya breathed softly.

The rooms on the third floor were few and quieter than those on the first floor. Asakura Airi knocked on one of the doors, pressed the doorknob, and pulled Yukimiya Natsune inside.

"Madam, Miss and I have arrived!" Airi Asakura said casually, much more relaxed than when she was dealing with Aoi Tsukimiya.

Yukimiya Natsumi looked around the room. The room was mostly white, not very spacious. There was a screen-like partition in front of the bed, a row of cabinets by the window, and a coffee machine.

Beside the window, an elderly woman with half-gray hair sat in a wheelchair, basking in the sun.

Yukimiya Natsune and Asakura Airi walked to the old woman's side. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be fast asleep.

Airi Asakura leaned down, looking at the old woman's face: "Is she really asleep or just pretending—oh my!"

The old woman suddenly opened her eyes, startling Airi Asakura.

"This old lady knows how to have fun," Yukimiya Natsune thought to herself.

"Mrs. Miyoko, that's scary!" Airi Asakura complained about the old lady's prank.

Tsukimiya Miyoko, that's the old woman's name.

Miyoko chuckled twice and said to Airi Asakura, "You're still so timid."

"You knew perfectly well, yet you deliberately scared me!" Airi Asakura muttered.

Miyoko pointed to the next room: "I've prepared some snacks for you, go on."

This room is her bedroom, and next door is the living room, where the snacks are kept.

Airi Asakura glanced at Natsumi Yukimiya, then at Mrs. Miyoko, and, urged by the old lady, anxiously left the room.

The door handle returned to its original position, the latch popped out, sealing off the space and trapping Yukimiya Natsune and Miyoko in her wheelchair inside.

The old woman didn't speak, but just looked out the window. Sunlight shone on the floor, and dust particles tumbled in the beams of light.

From the moment Yukimiya Natsune entered until now, she had only glanced at the girl out of the corner of her eye, without giving her a proper look or saying a single word to her.

Yukimiya Natsune couldn't figure out the old lady's temper. She was chatting and laughing with the maid, but why did she become so indifferent when it came to her own granddaughter?

Remembering what Airi Asakura had said earlier, Natsumi Yukimiya didn't speak up. She and Saku Shiraishi were just like that; if they said they would be themselves, they would see it through to the end.

After climbing three floors, her legs were a little sore. Yukimiya Natsune glanced around and saw a recliner. She lay down on it with satisfaction.

The recliner is comfortable, the sunlight is just right, and I'm feeling a bit sleepy.

Her eyelashes fluttered, she closed her eyes and yawned, then opened them again, startled.

The old woman rolled her wheelchair and appeared silently in front of her.

"You seem quite at ease." Tsukimiya Miyoko stared at her face.

"What's there to be uncomfortable about?" Yukimiya Natsune shifted her body, finding a more comfortable position.

Miyoko shifted her gaze to the side and reached out to pat Yukimiya Natsune's hand: "Get up, let me lie down for a bit."

The recliner belonged to the old lady, and she had the final say. Yukimiya Natsune stood up, walked to the wheelchair, picked up Miyoko, and placed her on the recliner.

The old woman was petite, and even she could easily lift her up.

Besides, she just has poor endurance, not poor strength.

She adjusted the old woman's lying position, making sure her head was properly supported, her arms were in place, and her legs were straight. Once everything was done, she straightened up, wanting to find another stool to sit on, but there was only this one recliner in the room.

She then sat in the old lady's wheelchair.

This wheelchair has an ergonomic design and is quite comfortable.

Yukimiya Natsumi found the adjustment switch, pressed it gently, and tilted the chair back to a comfortable angle, lying back contentedly.

Miyoko turned her head and stared at the girl; she herself had never used this function!

"Should we change it?" Yukimiya Natsune asked.

Miyoko refused, looking the girl in the wheelchair up and down. Her somewhat cloudy eyes reflected the long golden hair, blue eyes, and the face that resembled her granddaughter.

"Apart from your face, you don't resemble Ruri at all," Miyoko commented.

"Because Chihaya said there was no need to pretend." Yukimiya Natsune had already guessed that Miyoko already knew that she wasn't Ruri.

A few days ago, when the boy and Asakura Chihaya were getting some snacks together, the classic maid said that she and the old lady would support the boy and herself. This statement proved that the old lady already knew everything.

That's perfect; she doesn't want to pretend to be someone else.

However, out of professional ethics, Yukimiya Natsune still said, "If the old lady needs it, I can try my best to imitate Miss Ruri."

Miyoko shook her head and pointed out the differences between the two: "If it were Ruri, if I suddenly opened my eyes, it would definitely scare her; if I ignored her for a long time, she would definitely feel uneasy; if I said I wanted to lie down on the recliner, she would only call the nurse for help, and would not sit in my wheelchair."

"Let's skip the first one; the rest sound too formal," commented Yukimiya Natsune.

"It's not that she's distant, it's that she's too sensitive." Miyoko stared into Yukimiya Natsune's eyes.

"Is it okay that we're completely opposites?" Yukimiya Natsune asked.

Her stand-in is too free; this level of OOC (out-of-character) behavior will get her heavily criticized by fans no matter where she is.

The old woman remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "This is good. It looks like Liuli has grown into the person she wanted to be."

In other words, is he the kind of personality that Ruri Tsukimiya admires?

Miyoko turned her head and continued looking at the scenery outside the window: "I heard Chihaya say that we should invite that boy named Shiraishi over too."