My second life is a bit strange?

Chika was moved by Eriri's actions and pounced on her, hugging her tightly with teary eyes: "Eriri, you're so kind, let's go together."

"No, no." Eriri glanced at Ishigami subtly, her speech quickening involuntarily: "The cake is still baking in the kitchen, so you and Moeyo can stay home. Ishigami and I will go up."

"Huh?" Ishigami's heart skipped a beat when he heard the name of the bubble tea shop.

They changed into shoes and walked on the deserted streets, where a layer of snow had already accumulated.

Eriri bit her lip, mustered her courage, and looked at Ishigami: "Ishigami..."

Ishigami, who was still studying the mask, suddenly became alert. Seeing Eriri's expression, his heart started racing.

The shop was unexpectedly crowded. After ordering her milk tea, Eriri said to Ishigami, "Could you come sit outside with me for a bit?"

Ishigami nodded, stood up, and stiffly took a few steps. He wanted to stall for time so he could grab the milk tea and run away.

Unfortunately, he still didn't wait. He followed Eriri to the roadside and sat on a bench. The snow had stopped by then, and the branches were covered with snow.

The breaths they exhaled condensed into white mist.

“Ishigami, what I’m about to tell you, you must never tell anyone else.”

Ishigami immediately sensed something was wrong, and judging from the girl's expression, he quickly guessed what was going on: "I understand."

"Ah Feng... he's with Kaguya Shinomiya, did you know that?" Eriri's eyes reddened as she said this, and tears were visibly welling up in them.

"Is that so? I have no idea." Ishigami felt a sudden stomachache.

[How did Sawamura-senpai know all this? And why are they starting to call him by his full name now?!]

[I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my stomach.]

"Pfft..." Eriri couldn't help but laugh out loud at the other person's clumsy acting. Her mood improved a lot, and she also thought about many things. Since some things have already happened, there is no way to change them. What she should do now is to strive for the future.

She wiped away her tears with her hand, her voice slightly nasal: "Ah Feng must have told you, I know him very well."

"..Yes."

"I want to ask you for help; I really don't want to give up."

"Hiss..." Ishigami gasped, and at the same time, snow slid off the roof and landed on his head. He shivered and shook the snow out of his clothes by pulling on his collar.

Ishigami felt as if he was trapped in one cycle after another, the same milk tea shop, the same conversation.

Please don't put knives in your milk tea!

At this moment, he sits on the bench of fate, suffering greatly.

"Are you alright, Ishigami?" Eriri helped brush the snow off his clothes.

"It's alright, Sawamura-senpai... Since you know the president has a girlfriend, you're still not willing to give up."

"Yes, I no longer have the idea of ​​having Feng all to myself. I just hope to be by his side."

"I know, I will find a way."

"Thank you, Ishigami." Eriri blushed slightly at this moment.

On their way back, they talked about the past.

[It turns out that both Shinomiya-senpai and Fujiwara-senpai met Kaede through that year's piano competition.]

"What are you talking about?" Chika, wearing heat-resistant gloves, came out carrying a steaming pot.

"It's nothing, right, Ishigami?" Eriri pushed Ishigami inside, winking at him.

"Ah, yes, just to see the snow."

"Is Ms. Fujiwara home? There is a package for you."

There was a knock at the door, and Fujiwara Chika hurriedly ran over to check. She signed for the package, looking puzzled, and asked, "Did I buy anything?"

Ishigami chatted with the deliveryman about everyday things.

"Delivering packages during the Chinese New Year, that's really tough."

The young man didn't complain much: "I'm just trying to make a living." After verifying the information, he rode away on his bike.

They went back to their bedroom, unpacked the package, which contained many small boxes, each with a Q-version sticker on it.

Each of them corresponds to one of the four individuals.

"It's a gift from Ah Feng!"

Fujiwara Moeha opened her package with a strange look in her eyes.

He still remembers.

...

On the other side, Kaede, who had spent the whole day playing with Kaguya at White Valentine's Day Square, sat wearily on a bench by the roadside, carrying various bags and packages in her hands.

Some bought clothes, and others bought local specialties to take back as souvenirs.

Kaguya sat beside him, leaning on his shoulder, looking at the giant Christmas tree in the center of the park, feeling more comfortable and free than ever before.

"If you ask me, the worst dish was the seafood soy sauce ramen. It was awful. It only had soy sauce and a fishy smell. You couldn't taste any of the original freshness at all."

Kaguya couldn't help but laugh as she watched Kaede still complaining about the ramen he had for breakfast. She reached out and pinched his cheek: "It really wasn't very tasty."

"Right, let me tell you..."

Chapter Eighty-Four: The Sun and the Moon

The two seemed to have endless things to say. The streetlights cast long shadows, and the snow, though light, still turned their heads white.

Kaguya held up her phone, pulled Kaede's collar to lean closer to her, and with a click, captured a beautiful memory.

The two fell silent, gazing into each other's eyes. Everything fell into place naturally, and before their lips touched, a snowflake drifted onto Kaguya's lips.

The icy touch was fleeting, followed by a fiery sensation on their tongues, which captivated them. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the full moon witnessing it all.

They didn't part ways until they shyly hid in the clouds.

"Let's go back."

"kindness."

When they returned to the hotel, the manager apologized and said, "I'm so sorry, the hot springs are temporarily unavailable."

This made the two of them blush, because their bathroom was really too embarrassing. They had been playing all day and were covered in sweat, so they couldn't go without taking a shower.

Back in the room, the two sat on opposite corners of the bed, their backs to each other, and neither spoke.

"Or...you can shower first, and I'll wait for you outside."

In the end, it was Feng who spoke first.

"It's okay... it's no big deal if you see it..." Kaguya herself didn't know how she could say such shameless things, but it seemed like it didn't matter since it was the person she loved most.

After saying that, she grabbed her clothes and walked inside, feeling dizzy.

She turned on the shower, and soon the steam in the bathroom obstructed her vision a little, making Kaguya feel a bit better. However, the more she took off her clothes, the more tormented she felt.

As she lay naked, feeling the water flow over her skin, her heartbeat returned to normal. But when she turned around and saw the glass, she was stunned. The previously blurry glass had become clear under the influence of the temperature.

She could see Feng lying in bed scrolling through his phone very clearly.

My heart was pounding wildly, blood rushed to my brain, my vision blurred, and I felt dizzy, so I leaned against the wall for a while to catch my breath.

He quickened his pace, cleaned himself up in no time, hastily dried himself with a towel, changed his clothes, and went outside.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the glass outside was still blurry.

"Go wash up quickly."

"Okay, I'll help you dry your hair when I come out. Wrap it in a towel first." Feng went into the bathroom. He wasn't so ashamed, after all, the two of them had been completely honest with each other.

Kaede helped Kaguya dry her hair, and the two lay on the bed chatting until they got sleepy. Kaguya closed the magazine, turned off the light, and snuggled into his arms.

"Go to sleep, you have a match tomorrow."

"Yes, I heard it was going to be broadcast live on TV, so it was postponed until today."

"Keep up the good work tomorrow!"

..

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, Kaguya opened her sleepy eyes, sat up, yawned, and the cup slipped off her body. The buttons of her large pajamas had been undone at some point.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pinch Feng's nose. Why are his hands so restless when he's sleeping?

Feng woke up and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Good morning."

"Time to wake up."

"I know." Feng, unusually, stayed in bed and cuddled with Kaguya for a while.

After washing up, he changed into a formal suit, the white suit highlighting his face, which still retained a student-like air.

Kaguya thoughtfully tidied his clothes. After breakfast, they went to the venue together. They parted ways in front of the venue. Kaede followed the staff to the waiting area, while Kaguya took out her invitation and entered the front area.

Sitting in my seat, looking at the cameras set up around me, I eagerly awaited the piano piece that Feng had prepared.

As the melodious piano music began, the curtain was officially drawn back, and pianists from all over the world, using the same piano, played melodies of different styles.

Closing your eyes and listening feels like traveling the whole world, and time seems to speed up.

Kaguya felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, opened it to see a message from Kaede.

I love the starry sky in your eyes.

Just as she was completely bewildered, the indoor lights dimmed, the roof split open to reveal the sky, and the Hokkaido starry sky was dazzling.

There aren't many lights here, and the stars in the sky are clearly visible, forming a river.

The New Year's bells echoed in their ears, and only then did they realize that it was already midnight.

"Why hasn't my brother shown up yet?" The Bai family sat around the TV, with rice crackers and oranges on the coffee table.

Xiao Gui was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and muttered to herself.

"He's out!" Yu Xing came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of freshly made ramen and saw his younger brother appear in the frame.

She sat gracefully at the piano, her long, slender, fair fingers brushing across each key before pressing them to produce melodious music.