I write novels in Liyue

"Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it."

Responding to everyone's greetings, Ayaka Kamisato and Toma arrived at the Naganohara fireworks shop.

Naganohara Yomi-no-miya was sitting at the shop entrance. She put down the fireworks she had made, stretched, picked up a tricolor dumpling from the bench, took a big bite, and ate it happily.

He had only chewed a couple of times when he saw Ryoka Kamisato and Thomas.

"Yes...it's...us..."

Naganohara Yomi's eyes lit up, and she stood up with a smile. Because she had a tricolor dumpling in her mouth, her speech was a little unclear and intermittent.

"Don't rush, let's finish eating first."

Ayaka Kamisato smiled and said.

"Ah."

Nagano Hara nods, responds with a mumbled reply, chews quickly a few times, and then swallows hard. However, he chokes halfway down and has to drink a sip of hot tea before finally swallowing the tricolor dumpling in his mouth.

"Phew, I'm alive again. I almost thought I was going to choke to death."

Naganohara Yomi-miya let out a breath, then smiled at Kamisato Ayaka and Thomas, saying, "Good afternoon. Are you here to patronize my business, or to look for travelers?"

"If you're looking for the traveler, she and Paimon are reading on the second floor."

Naganohara Yoshimiya continued.

“We’ll search for them all.”

Thomas said.

"Find them all?"

Naganohara Yomi-no-miya was taken aback.

"Yes, it's about the 'Your Lie in April' music competition. I wanted to talk to you about the fireworks."

"Ayaka Kamisato said."

"I see."

Naganohara Yoshimiya's smile faded slightly, and he became much more serious, saying, "Then let's sit down and talk."

"Ah."

Ayaka Kamisato responded and sat down next to her.

"Would you like some tricolor dumplings?"

Naganohara Yoshimiya picked up the plate containing the three-colored dumplings and asked.

"No need, thank you."

Ayaka Kamisato smiled and declined.

"Haha, give me one."

Thomas smiled, picked up a tricolor dumpling, took a bite, and then they began to discuss the fireworks.

We chatted for a while.

"Then it's settled."

Naganohara Yomi-miya stood up, smiled, and said, "It's getting late, let's invite the Traveler and Paimon out for dinner."

"Ah."

Ayaka Kamisato nodded and, together with Thomas, followed Naganohara Yomi-no-miya up to the second floor.

Just as they reached the second floor, Ayaka Kamisato suddenly asked, "By the way, you said earlier that the Traveler and Paimon were reading books? What books were they reading?"

She had barely finished speaking, and before Naganohara Yomi-no-miya could reply, a sobbing sound came from inside the room.

As soon as they pushed open the door, they saw Paimon hugging Ying's shoulders and wailing.

Ying's complexion wasn't very good either.

What's wrong with you?

Ayaka Kamisato and Thomas rushed over and asked.

"Waaah...Ayaka...Toma...Kaoru...Waaah..."

Paimon burst into tears.

"Xiao Xun?"

Upon hearing this, Ayaka Kamisato was slightly taken aback. She looked down at the table in front of Ying and Paimon and saw a book with faint cherry blossoms printed on its pages.

The book contains Kousei Arima playing the piano in the classroom while recalling the letter left by Kaori Miyazono.

Even if it's just for a fleeting moment, will you remember me? I won't allow you to forget me, okay? It's a promise.

"Did you get the message? I'm so glad you got it! Arima Kousei-kun, I love you! I love you!! I love you!!!"

"I'm sorry, I always hit you. I'm sorry, I always act like a spoiled princess. There are so many things I'm sorry about, but thank you."

Unlike at the beginning.

The piano melodies played by Kousei Arima now carry a sense of relief.

Outside the window, a gust of wind blew, and cherry blossoms danced in the air, falling like snow.

Arima Kousei looked up and murmured to himself.

Spring is coming soon, the spring that brought us together is coming soon, and the spring without you... is coming soon.

Then, there is half a page of blank space.

Ayaka Kamisato was slightly taken aback.

It turns out that the traveler and Paimon were reading Fang Qiu's "Your Lie in April".

No wonder Paimon cried like that.

Fang Qiu's writing is really good, especially the monologue at the end.

Even now, when she looks at it again, she feels a lump in her throat and almost wants to cry.

It's as if Kaori Miyazono, with a sob in her voice, looking haggard, forced a smile as she spoke those words to Kousei Arima, and then broke into a mix of tears and laughter at the end—the image is right before my eyes.

Girls like this are so pitiful.

She loved Arima Kousei for ten years, yet spent the entire month of April weaving a lie that she didn't love him.

Your Lie in April.

Ayaka Kamisato gently shook her head, trying to stop herself from thinking any further, afraid that she would burst into tears.

Ying wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned to look at Ayaka Kamisato, Thomas, and Yoshimiya Naganohara, and greeted them.

Paimon also finished his greeting while crying.

"Paimon, don't cry. I'll treat you to something delicious."

Thomas said.

"Waaah... I need to eat lots of delicious food."

Paimon said.

"No problem, eat as much as you want."

Thomas said.

"Then I want to eat quail eggs, animal bone ramen, cherry blossom tempura, Konda ni, and butter crab."

Paimon said, wiping away his tears.

"And you, traveler?"

Thomas asked with a smile.

"I can do it."

Ying nodded.

"Alright, let's go."

Thomas said.

"I must channel my grief and anger into my appetite and have a feast!"

Paimon said.

"no problem."

Thomas said.

They walked out of the Naganohara fireworks shop.

As dusk falls, a gust of wind blows, and cherry blossoms dance in the air.

Cherry blossoms fall like snow.

It was just like the scene in the book where Kousei Ma and Kaori Miyazono meet; they instinctively froze on the spot.

Chapter 136 Unexplained Pleasure

That night, in Liyue.

The top floor of Yujing Terrace was brightly lit, as bright as day.

A woman dressed in a bright red cheongsam sat behind a table carved from a single piece of golden nanmu wood, her platinum blonde hair casually draped over her shoulders.

Red, especially bright red, can look particularly tacky on ordinary people.

Not to mention the bright red cheongsam, which requires a very good figure.

If an ordinary woman, even a young girl, were to wear such a cheongsam, she would probably look like an old lady, and it would also expose any flaws in her figure.

But this cheongsam looked just right on this woman.

Adding a touch would make her too plump, subtracting a touch would make her too thin; this is the perfect balance.

It evokes a sense of unparalleled elegance and the homage of countless birds to the phoenix.