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Let the past be the past - people often say this to persuade others or to comfort themselves.

But if the past could really be passed and leave no impact on the present, people probably wouldn't need to persuade others or comfort themselves in this way.

When I say this, I must be immersed in the waves of the past and the wounds that have not yet healed...

"Shigasaki-san, you seem particularly happy today, don't you?"

Nagasaki Suyo was organizing her textbooks, with a classmate in front of her asking her questions with concern. She smiled lightly and responded briefly, then lowered her head to organize her schoolbag. Her fluffy long hair was like bird feathers, flaxen in color, simple and elegant, flourishing, and graceful. Although her hair was thick and piled up together, each strand was clearly distinguishable, revealing a dazzling color.

"Because I invited some friends from my band to my house tonight," she said. "Of course I'm happy to have friends over. I have to hurry home and get ready. Otherwise, if I don't have anything to offer when they arrive, it would be really neglectful."

"Is that so? I was planning to invite Nagasaki-san to go shopping. The seasons are about to change, and I need to buy new skincare products."

The classroom was so spacious that it seemed even empty. The afternoon sun shone through the window, slanting neatly onto the floor. It bent up and stood up at the corner of the wall, and turned into a light purple-red when it was about to disappear on the red curtain.

"Sorry, let's go shopping together next time." Turning her head, her long hair brushing the edge of the desk, Nagasaki Suyo folded her hands and looked directly into the eyes of the classmate in front of her with a soft gaze. The gaze of her blue eyes made the classmate's cheeks heat up. "Okay, let's go together next time."

"Okay, okay! Nagasaki-san, go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving now!" The voice fled in panic. Nagasaki Motoyo was surrounded by endless praise and envious glances.

Shirakawa-kun is coming to visit their home, and now Nagasaki Suyo's mind is full of this matter.

She pursues a passive strategy because the efforts of the one who takes the initiative in a relationship will seem cheap.

But Baichuan Qing was more patient than she thought. It had been a while since he last came to her house.

Just when Nagasaki Suyo couldn't help but want to take the initiative to invite her, last night, after the band rehearsal, Shirakawa Haru finally suggested to her, "Are you free tonight? If it's convenient, let's find a place to chat for a while."

Nagasaki Suyo decided to have the date at her home without a second thought.

Facing Baichuan Haru's pointed look, she gave the reason that the last interview was held at her house, so it would be the same this time.

Shirakawa Haru and Nagasaki Motoyo both asked for leave in the band group chat.

Although the other members of the band were puzzled, no one could connect their requests for leave together. After all, as far as they knew, Nagasaki Suyo and Shirakawa Haru had no contact on a daily basis.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon, dusk was almost falling, the clouds in the sky were burning wantonly, and the last rays of light were gathering on the horizon not far away. The shadows of the mountains and the moon fell on the city. The wind blew the shadows, the street lights came on, and the city of Tokyo came alive again, completely different from during the day.

Shirakawa Haru and Nagasaki Suyo are in a commercial street not far from Tsukinomori Academy.

Shirakawa Haru was not wearing a school uniform today. She was wearing a black leather jacket, a brown and black plaid shirt, a white T-shirt underneath, and blue jeans.

When he arrived at the commercial street, Nagasaki Su was standing under the street light, blowing air into her palms. She was not dressed warmly enough, and the summer school uniform of Yuezhisen was not enough to provide the necessary warmth during the summer and autumn socializing. Or rather, it was originally enough, but because the girl naturally loved beauty, in order to highlight the curves of her body, she deliberately wore only a thin lining under the school uniform.

"Sorry, I'm a little late." Baichuan Qing walked forward.

"You've clearly arrived just in time. As long as I'm still here when Shirakawa-kun comes to see me, then I can't be considered late. It's just that our perspectives on time are slightly off, but because we met, we'll eventually flow together." Her flaxen bangs softly covered her forehead the moment Nagasaki looked up. Her blue pupils trembled, as if filled with the shimmering light of a moonlit lake at night. She pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards slightly, like the arcs of a bird's feathers falling in the wind. Her healthy, fair face was illuminated by the colorful lights on both sides of the street, and the brilliant colors painted on her face, making her look incredibly radiant.

"Something happened at school," Shirakawa Haru explained. "Aine has a lot of work to do. Some of it was originally Xiangzi's job, but Xiangzi asked me for leave today. If I don't help Aine with some of her work, she won't be able to rehearse today."

"Shoko! How's she been lately?" Nagasaki Moyo skipped over Chihaya Aine and became a little excited when she heard Shoko's name. Her rosy lips parted slightly, revealing her pink mouth and snow-white teeth. Suddenly realizing that she looked a little ungentlemanly, she closed her lips. "Shirakawa-kun, has anyone ever told you not to be fickle when meeting a girl alone and not mention another girl's name in front of her?"

"I'm fine. I've gained some weight." Shirakawa Haru felt that Nagasaki Suyo's last question was a bit confusing, and he couldn't answer it. "I've been feeling much healthier lately."

"This is all thanks to Shirakawa-kun, right?" Nagasaki Suyo stamped her feet, her round-toed leather shoes making a clattering sound on the ground. She turned her head and said a series of words to Shirakawa Haru. These words were very light, reminiscent of the winter rain that came unnoticed at night, so light that it could be blown away by the wind, but it would not disappear completely. The rain fell on the trees and froze, emitting a biting chill. The flaming dawn arrived, and the ice crystals sparkled in the sun, "...So, Shirakawa-kun, can you compensate me?"

Nagasaki Suyo seemed to say a lot, but Shirakawa Haru couldn't hear it all. Her words were like a bubble, rising continuously, changing colors, and seemed unreal. Only when he heard the sound of the bubble bursting could he confirm the existence of the bubble.

He only heard the last sentence.

"How about buying you a cup of milk tea?" Shirakawa Haru asked. Although he hadn't felt like drinking milk tea in the past few days, he had noticed from observing the girls in his class that they really couldn't resist sweet things. "Does Nagasaki like desserts?"

For him, it doesn’t matter as long as he doesn’t go to the milk tea shop. He doesn’t want to go to the milk tea shop anymore.

"Sure, I'll lead the way," Nagasaki Suyo lowered her eyes, thinking that even in the bustling streets of Tokyo at night, the wind blowing in her face was still cold. She shrank her body, trying to warm herself up, and her steps slowed down. A black shadow fell on her. She looked sideways and found that Shirakawa Haru had walked in front of her with a slightly sideways turn. "Huh, it's really a bit cold at night. Shirakawa-kun, it's said to be summer now, but it's actually autumn. Thank you, I'm much warmer. And... since you already have an idea, Shirakawa-kun, you can try it. I don't mind wearing Shirakawa-kun's clothes. Maybe I will even like Shirakawa-kun because of this?"

Shirakawa Haru's even breathing paused for a moment. Just now, when he walked behind Nagasaki Suyo, he found that she was shivering from the cold.

He wanted to take off his coat and let her put it on, but then he wondered if that was too intimate.

So he pinched the zipper with his fingers and slid it down, then immediately zipped it up again.

His collar was accidentally lifted up by Shirakawa Haru's action. His expression was serious. As long as he had a cigarette between his lips, he could stand in Camus's classic photo and pretend to be Camus' brother.

But if he didn't take off his clothes and let Nagasaki Suyo wear them, he was afraid that she would be too cold.

It would have been fine if he hadn't noticed it, but he did, and if he didn't do anything about it he would blame himself.

He stepped forward and passed Nagasaki Suyo, leaning sideways to shield her from the wind.

In this case, Nagasaki-san shouldn't be so cold anymore, right?

Baichuan Qing lowered her head and was surprised to find that her fingers were grabbing the zipper on her chest, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, making a zippering sound.

He always thought he wasn't doing enough.

I passed by a milk tea shop. It was very small, only half the size of a normal store. The waiter stood behind the counter at the entrance of the shop, and customers took their orders, paid, and took their milk tea. There was no place for customers to rest.

Nagasaki Suyo seemed to have completely ignored this milk tea shop.

Shirakawa Haru wanted to remind Nagasaki Suyo that there was a milk tea shop here, and they could just buy some and leave without having to stay outside in the cold wind, but before she could open her mouth, Nagasaki Suyo's elegant and gentle voice sounded in her ears.

She raised her head and looked at Baichuan Qing with her wet tile-blue eyes. She took a few steps forward, and the two warm bodies were so close that they were almost touching. She felt that Baichuan Qing's body was as hot as a fire, and she could vaguely hear something exploding and flying sparks. "Thank you, Baichuan-kun, thank you for blocking the wind for me. It's cold, right?"

"It's not too cold." Shirakawa Haru took off his coat and handed it to Nagasaki Suyo, "Do you want to try it on? I just changed into clothes today, and they might smell a bit like me."

"Let me try it on."

Nagasaki Suyo took Shirakawa Haru's leather jacket with a smile, her two eyebrows as dark as black stone raised like crescent moons, and she looked around gracefully. This was definitely not just a polite smile.

She put on the coat, which was too big for her. When she put it on, the hem of the leather coat fell to her knees, making her look like a little girl who had stolen her elders' clothes.

It's as warm as rolling up the quilt and hiding in bed.

Nagasaki Suyo tightened her leather jacket, and suddenly did something that surprised Shirakawa Haru. She stood up her collar like Shirakawa Haru, then pressed her cheek against him and buried her nose in him.

The collar is the place where the dress comes closest to Shirakawa Haru's hair.

Here, Nagasaki Suyo could smell a fragrance she liked, which was the faint scent of sandalwood, gentle, slightly bitter, and milky.

Just by smelling this scent, she could forget the cold lights when she was alone at home, forget the anxiety and fatigue, and the smile she had to put on to make everyone happy.

Here her smile is warm, sincere and happy.

Nagasaki Suyo suddenly realized: while she was trying to make Shirakawa Haru fall in love with her, she would inevitably fall in love with him as well. No emotion is ever one-sided; love, hate, or even indifference is the white ashes left behind after the burning of emotion. There was a danger. If she continued like this, she had no confidence that Shirakawa Haru would fall in love with her first. Right now, she was walking a tightrope between the clouds and Shirakawa Haru was right in front of her. She imagined that one of them would fall and be shattered.

But the delicate scent of sandalwood enveloped her, making her head dizzy and unable to think. Nagasaki Suyo's nose tilted upward, and her nostrils twitched slightly as she sniffed the fragrance of Shirakawa Haru and couldn't help herself.

With her eyes tightly closed, Nagasaki Suyo fell asleep the moment she frowned.

In her dream, she turned into a swan, following a flock of swans alone. Because her wings were injured, one swan sped away from her, and another swan only occasionally stayed by her side. Then, one swan after another laughed at her and then abandoned her.

The abandoned swan didn't know what to do, not knowing what would happen to her next, and was extremely worried. She felt both hatred and longing for her companions who had abandoned her. She realized that she was a swan that could not live alone. Although she had a heart, it would only beat when her companions were around.

Immediately, the beautiful swan cursed her own carelessness, saying it was all her fault that she had lost her precious wings and everyone had abandoned her. She tried hard to find her companions. Sometimes they would meet, which she called "fate", and sometimes they would part, which she also called "fate".

Both are destiny, but separations are always more frequent than reunions.

She lived and swam alone on the lake covered with cherry blossom petals. Her heart stopped beating. As she swam, she gradually felt that nothing mattered anymore.

She stayed in this lake from the spring when the cherry blossoms fell to the winter when the reeds withered, but because her wings were injured, no swan was willing to accept her.

The swan, which could not live alone, survived by being fed by others. When the swan was about to die, a hunter with the scent of sandalwood fed the swan.

Swan didn't know what the hunter was here for, maybe just to feed her, or maybe he just wanted her to let her down so he could shoot her in the heart.

She lived in fear day after day.

But as the hunter fed her, her heart gradually began to beat again.

Until the beautiful swan would happily greet the hunter every time he came, the swan knew that she had fallen in love with the hunter.

The swan saw its own beautiful face reflected in the crystal clear lake.

The hunter came again, and the swan welcomed him with joy, but he raised his hunting rifle towards the swan. The swan wondered, would he love her or would he shoot her?

The swan spread her wings and swam towards the hunter again. She thought that it didn't matter what the hunter did to her anymore.

Now that my heart can beat for him again, please don't worry too much...

"How is it? Is it too big?" After walking for a long time, Shirakawa Haru looked at the milk tea shop in front of him and wondered why Nagasaki Motoyo and he came here again. "I should have asked before, but I saw that you seemed..."

"It's very warm. Thank you, Shirakawa-kun." Shirakawa Haru's voice woke Nagasaki Motomi from her hazy, poetic dream. She opened her eyes and saw a blurry world, but as long as she lifted her nose, she could smell the reassuring scent from the coat on her body. "Thanks to Shirakawa Haru, I just had a warm and memorable dream."

"It's dangerous to dream on the street." Shirakawa Haru said after thinking for a while.

"Pfft..." Nagasaki Suyo covered her lips, her moist eyes looking as if she was about to burst into tears of laughter. She lowered her hands to press on her chest, clearly feeling her heart beating faster. "It seems that Shirakawa-kun is not very good at talking to girls. At times like this, you should ask me what I dreamed about."

"Then may I ask what kind of dream did Nagasaki-san have?" Shirakawa Haru was stunned for a moment, and decided to follow what Nagasaki Suyo said.

"Are you an idiot, Shirakawa-kun? You can't just ask a girl about her dreams! But I can tell you, it was probably a beautiful dream." Nagasaki Suyo's voice became increasingly faint, like a firefly losing its light in the forest and then getting lost. "It must have been a beautiful dream."

"Let's go, Shirakawa-kun. There's a milk tea shop just up the road!" Nagasaki Suyo's tone suddenly brightened. Seeing a familiar billboard and Doraemon holding a Dorayaki, she said, "What a coincidence."

Of course it was a "coincidence". In order to get here, she had to endure the cold wind for almost half an hour.

"Can we not go to this store?"

"No, because this is Shirakawa-kun's compensation to me, so Shirakawa-kun has to listen to me." Nagasaki Suyo hid under Shirakawa Haru's coat and fiddled with her fingers with a charming expression.

"Okay." Shirakawa Haru said.

"Isn't Shirakawa-kun happy?"

"I'm just a little...never mind, it's okay."

"Are you feeling embarrassed, Shirakawa-kun?" Nagasaki Suyo brought Shirakawa Haru into the milk tea shop. She looked at the distressed Shirakawa Haru and said, "If I make Shirakawa-kun feel embarrassed, I can also compensate him." Nagasaki Suyo wrapped her coat around herself and straightened it. Then, in the shop owner's astonished eyes, she hugged Shirakawa Haru, "Don't move. Don't worry, our bodies didn't touch. We were covered by clothes."

"Boss, please give us a couple's set meal!"

Chapter 4.2: Falling in Love with You·Swan Dream (k

"I'd better not go into a milk tea shop next time." Shirakawa Haru was holding a bag of vegetables and meat in his left hand and a cup of milk tea in his right hand. "I always feel like the shop owner is looking at me like he wants to call the police."

When Shirakawa Haru entered the milk tea shop just now, the owner wanted to say hello to the handsome boy, thinking that he had brought the pink-haired girl to take care of her business. She liked the girl very much. Her name was Chihaya Aine.

But I never expected that the person who came was a girl with flaxen hair.

The shop owner had seen her before. The last time Shirakawa Haru brought a group of girls to the milk tea shop, she was with Chihaya Aine.

Moreover, the relationship between the two seems to be pretty good. They are talking and laughing. They don’t look like ordinary friends, but more like good "besties".

If Shirakawa Haru and Chihaya Aine are in a potential boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, then wouldn't this flaxen-haired girl be interfering in their relationship?

This girl actually hugged Shirakawa Haru in front of her and loudly asked for a couple's meal.

From their conversation, we can learn that even the clothes on this girl were taken off by Shirakawa Haru and asked her to wear them!

Looking at the expressionless Shirakawa Haru and Nagasaki Suyo who was smiling at him, the shop owner thought of the shy and beautiful smile that Chihaya Aine showed when she kissed Shirakawa Haru's cheek, and in an instant he imagined a love story from their student days, from sweet entanglement to bitterness.

Standing in front of the shop owner, Shirakawa Haru naturally didn't know what the shop owner meant by staring at her. He thought she was in a daze. In his opinion, customers and shop owners usually only have the most basic relationship: I pay money, and you give me your goods.

However, when the shop owner heard that Nagasaki Suyo wanted a couple's set meal, he not only did not issue an invoice, but kept staring at him.

Didn't you hear clearly?

He repeated it several times, saying that he wanted a couple's package, just like last time. As a result, this action made the store owner pick up the Polaroid camera and take a lot of photos of Shirakawa Haru and Nagasaki Suyo's faces. She also said that she would not keep any of these photos and would give them all to Nagasaki Suyo and Shirakawa Haru.

After buying the milk tea, Shirakawa Haru felt a little dizzy.

He walked into the milk tea shop in a daze and walked out in a daze.

Only Nagasaki Suyo kept smiling, as if she had encountered something happy, and even her footsteps were falling much faster.

"Because the shop owner is also a woman." Nagasaki Suyo hunched her neck, her cheeks pressed against the high collar. "She's probably surprised to see you buying couple's meals with two different women in a row. She might even think Shirakawa-kun is an irresponsible man who deceives girls."

"I'm not that kind of person." Shirakawa Haru said, the plastic bag in his hand rubbing against the fabric of his jeans, making an ethereal sound.

"I know Shirakawa-kun isn't that kind of person, so I could ask the store owner for a couple's set meal without any scruples. Shirakawa-kun isn't someone who cares about what others think, and neither am I. This matter only concerns the two of us, and no one else can blame us for anything else. Since we don't care, let it go." Nagasaki Suyo turned her head, her plump eyes lingering on Shirakawa Haru for a moment, like tears dripping from a kiss on a Proserpine grape, light yet ardent. "However, the main problem probably lies with me. After all, who told me to hug Shirakawa-kun in public, even if it was only for a brief moment?"

"Don't do this again next time," Shirakawa Haru walked behind Nagasaki Suyo, watching her skillfully call the security guard to open the door and use the room card to start the elevator, "It will affect your reputation."

"Hugging in public is really not decent." Nagasaki Motoyo and Shirakawa Haru stood in the elevator. Nagasaki tilted her head to look at Shirakawa Haru, her eyes distant and admiring, as if a silent song was playing before her. "But Shirakawa-kun said next time... could it be that he wants me to hug him again? There's only one chance for compensation, Shirakawa-kun, don't be greedy."

"I didn't mean that." Baichuan Qing didn't know what to say. He had never dealt with a girl like this before. She was like a piece of ice hidden in the fire, or like a hidden season at the junction of spring and winter. One step forward and spring will bring warmth and flowers, and one step back and the end of the year will bring cold weather.

This girl with long flaxen hair was not the gentle angel he had imagined when he first met her. This was normal, for she possessed many colors, just as the opposite of a rose is snake scales, and a robin and a shrike had shadows of the same shape.

Behind the gentle enthusiasm, there is an unfathomable indifference.

Shirakawa Haru seemed to see a little girl hiding in the well, shivering her shoulders, covering her face with her hands, and letting out intermittent sobs.

The elevator arrived at the station. This was the highest point of the building. After getting out of the elevator, the entire floor belonged to Nagasaki Suyo's home.

Shirakawa Haru leaned against the glass and looked down. The trees on the roadside below were all wrapped with small lights. When they were turned on at night, the lights came on, and it looked like snow was gently covering the trees, making them look like coral.

"Shirakawa-kun, do you like this view?" Nagasaki Suyo didn't rush Shirakawa Haru into her house. Instead, she gazed at him tenderly, watching him pressed against the glass, his moist breath casting a faint, blurry mist on the glass. "I think Shirakawa-kun also stood in front of my French window for a long time last time. Is it because he likes this view?"