757 This is a game that I'd happily play for my entire life

Seiji sat on the edge of Chiaki's bed, holding her hand and caressing her face while looking in concern at her.

"Did you have the same dream?" he asked while wiping away her tears.

"I think so… I can't remember it…" Chiaki gripped her boyfriend's hand tightly, wanting to feel his warmth.

"I heard you saying 'mommy' in your sleep just now," Seiji told her.

Mommy?

Chiaki felt mysterious emotions stirring within herself when she heard this word.

As for her mommy… her mother, Chiaki knew nothing about her.

Chiaki didn't even know what her mother looked like, what her mother's name was, or whether her mother was still alive or not.

Chiaki's father hadn't told her anything at all about her mother. He had only shown Chiaki his paintings of his wife, but Chiaki's mother's face was completely unclear in all his paintings.