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In the past, when she read the works of literary masters, she always couldn't understand why a man and a woman could cry for each other in just a few thousand words after meeting each other, and tremble because of a sad word from their lover. Although she still doesn't understand it now, she seems to have understood some of the feelings between lovers.

This is Nagasaki Suyo's confession, which is both passionate and reserved, and silent, like a piece of snow on the steep cliff of a mountain; and a little crazy, enough to jump into a fire for a thousand paper cranes.

She has her own definition of love. If her love is a lotus with a lit candle growing out of the middle, even though it is just a flicker of light, she wants it to proudly show its brilliance.

When the idea of kissing Shirakawa Haru came to her mind, the matter had already come to fruition.

Your rationality has thousands of reasons to end this absurd idea, but only your feelings can touch your soul.

Nagasaki Suyo was destined to catch that faint flame.

That's why she kissed Shirakawa Haru without hesitation when the piano music ended. Maybe she would feel upset and regretful afterwards, wondering why she gave such a precious first kiss to a man she had not even dated yet. However, at this moment, she only lived for this kiss.

Living in the future brings anxiety, living in the past brings depression. A person's life is like a pendulum, always swinging back and forth between depression and anxiety.

Nagasaki Suyo wanted to live in the present, so she used this kiss to jam the spring of the gears, stopping the clock and the hands until they were covered with rust.

To the stars in the fingers of time, please stay at this moment for a girl's kiss.

Shirakawa Haru stood beside Nagasaki Suyo and looked at the mountains in the distance like her.

He vaguely sensed that Nagasaki Suyo was telling him something very important, but where had he ever heard such a subtle confession?

When Takamatsu Touma kissed him, he'd asked her what their relationship was. The day Chihaya Aine kissed him, she'd said she'd confess her love to him on Christmas. Toyokawa Shoko even kissed him mouth-to-mouth and told him to wait. If he were a bystander, a poem written on paper, a photo tucked into a book, he'd easily figure it out.

But what Shirakawa Haru was facing was a girl's face-to-face confession, which was so subtle and reserved.

He didn't understand, but he was still willing to remain silent and listen quietly to Nagasaki Suyo's thoughts.

"But I just want to kiss you - it has nothing to do with you." Nagasaki Suye said, and then she was silent for a long time, her fingers intertwined, "Forget it, it doesn't matter if Shirakawa-kun doesn't understand... I'm tired, let's go back." She took off her leather jacket and threw the clothes casually on Shirakawa Haru, "Catch it~"

The coat still held warmth, and the rich scent of flowers from Nagasaki Suyo. Shirakawa Haru even found a few strands of Nagasaki Suyo's hair on her collar.

"I'll go back to the living room first. Shirakawa-kun, please help me move the violin back to the living room. Thank you~" Nagasaki Suyo blinked at Shirakawa Haru, her deep eyes captivating. She opened the balcony door and couldn't help shivering when she returned to the living room, her hands kept rubbing.

After returning to the living room, Nagasaki Suyo made two cups of black tea and handed one to Shirakawa Haru.

"Is it delicious, Shirakawa-kun? This is the black tea I brewed. Do you remember what I said before?" Nagasaki Suyo asked Shirakawa Haru, "The answer to this question is similar to that one."

"I remember it very clearly. When a girl asks a boy if she's pretty, she can only answer 'pretty' or 'yes', right?" Shirakawa Haru took a sip of black tea. "Nagasaki-san's black tea is delicious, but I don't really like this kind of fully fermented tea."

"You don't have to say the second half of the sentence, Shirakawa-kun."

"I just want to emphasize that since it was Nagasaki-san who brewed the black tea, I could only answer 'delicious' or 'I like it'." Shirakawa Haru took another sip of the black tea and looked at the silent Nagasaki Suyo. He tilted his head and found that her ears had turned red to her earlobes, crystal clear and round, like blessed purple-red grapes.

"So cunning." Nagasaki Suyo smiled coquettishly, then lay down softly on the sofa, covering her face with her hands, her plump lips smiling, teasing the endless changes, smiling at the silence and at eternity.

Then they didn't say anything and just did their own things.

Nagasaki Suyo was lying down, covered with an air-conditioning blanket, browsing her phone.

The phone kept vibrating. It seemed that she was chatting with someone on a social media app, and her fingers tapping on the screen made a clicking sound.

She didn't care that her delicate and plump thighs were exposed, and her graceful arches were leaning against the armrest of the sofa. If she was exposed too much, she would pull the blanket back to cover her knees again. But after a while, the blanket would slide off again.

Although she said she didn't care, in fact, Nagasaki Suyo cared a lot, because she was not the only one in the living room at this time. There was also a man, a boy, a man, Shirakawa Haru. She glanced at Shirakawa Haru from time to time to see if he was looking at her calves. If he was, she would expose less; if not, she would expose more, trying to attract his attention.

But to her disappointment, Shirakawa Haru never glanced at her thighs from beginning to end.

After discovering this, Nagasaki Suyo simply sat up straight and restored her ladylike appearance.

Mom will probably wake up soon. Nagasaki Suyo thought it was okay for her to be a little unruly in front of Shirakawa-kun. After all, he should be able to vaguely understand what kind of girl she is from their interactions, but her mother didn't know yet. She still wanted to maintain the impression she had on her mother.

Shirakawa Haru was sitting on the sofa next to Nagasaki Suyo, reading a book very attentively. Occasionally, when his cell phone rang, he would send a text message back.

There were a lot of messages from Takamatsu Deng and Lenai tonight.

Deng told Shirakawa Haru that she was learning how to cook with her mother and she had been tinkering with cooking in the kitchen recently; Lena hardly types and only posts pictures of matcha parfaits and cat emoticons.

"Shirakawa-kun..." Nagasaki Suyo thought for a moment before deciding to speak. "Can you keep today's events a secret for me? Well, should I say, a secret for us? After all, there are some things I can't do alone."

Nagasaki Suyo stood up, and the air-conditioning blanket wrapped around her waist slowly slid to the ground. She stepped on the floor barefoot, walked behind Shirakawa Haru, pressed down with her upper body, and the plump fruits on her chest pressed against the sofa and deformed slightly.

She covered Shirakawa Haru's eyes.

"Nagasaki-san, what are you going to do?" Shirakawa Haru closed the book.

"I'm wondering what I should do if Shirakawa-kun won't keep it a secret for me," Nagasaki Motoyo said. "A lot has happened today, and I'm feeling a bit dizzy. So I hope Shirakawa-kun can keep it a secret and not tell anyone...especially the girls in our band. You know, Riki hates this kind of thing."

"Yes, I know." Shirakawa Haru nodded and tried to pry open Nagasaki Suyo's fingers, but found that her palm was still exerting force. "Nagasaki-san, can you open your fingers?"

"Not yet." Nagasaki Suyo moved one hand away from Shirakawa Haru's face, then covered his eyes with the other hand, and used the free hand to play with his hair, swirling it with her fingers.

"Why?" Baichuan Qing asked, "Calculating the time, I should leave soon. Actually, I have something to tell you about your kiss on the balcony..."

He really wanted to tell Nagasaki Motoyo to stay away from him. Now he was maintaining unclear relationships with at least four girls: Toyokawa Shoko, Takamatsu Touma, Kaname Rakuna, and Chihaya Aine. Before he figured out his own feelings, he really didn't want any other girl to be involved in his relationship.

No matter how little his concept of love is or how low his perception of the relationship between men and women is, he knows that getting entangled with a group of girls is absolutely wrong and not in line with social morality.

Maybe in the end, all of them will be hurt because of him.

This was not what he wanted to see.

He didn't know how to face that group of lively girls with different personalities, nor did he know how to face the current Nagasaki Suyo.

So he wanted to tell Nagasaki Suyo part of his situation and how complicated it was while keeping the identities of those girls secret.

Before she could finish her words, Nagasaki Suyo hurriedly covered Shirakawa Haru's mouth with the hand that was playing with her hair.

The moist breath hit her palms, and she felt a little itchy and the temperature was rising.

"Don't talk about that!" Nagasaki Suyo whispered, "I don't want to hear it, so please don't say it. Shirakawa... Haru-kun, please give me a fantasy, okay? I'll agree to whatever you say tonight, but please don't make me think about the correctness of that kiss. I don't want to doubt that kiss."

"Yeah." Baichuan Qing nodded and closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes brushed against Nagasaki Suye's palm, causing her to subconsciously loosen her grip. "Then I won't tell you."

He couldn't see Nagasaki Suyo's eyes, but just by listening to her trembling voice, he could tell how sad she looked at that moment.

"Remember to keep it a secret and don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Keep it a secret, don't tell anyone."

"Especially Saki-chan!" Nagasaki Suyo emphasized.

Chapter 5.3: Marshmallow, Love Divination (k)

"Chairman, I'm here." Chihaya Aine lightly jumped up in the crowd, waved to Shirakawa Haru, and then fell back down, being submerged in the crowd again. "Chairman, can you see me? I'm here!"

When Shirakawa Haru heard Chihaya Aine's lively voice, he pushed through the bustling crowd and walked towards her.

Today, Chihaya Aine wore a light blue outfit, with a loose azure windbreaker on the outside with stripes on the cuffs. She looked casual yet refined, fresh and elegant.

The inner sweater is in blue and white with a clear weave texture. The pattern on it is a combination of irregular color blocks, which looks very fashionable and has a good sense of layering. The off-white wide-leg pants modify the girl's beautiful legs, and under her slender thighs are a pair of dad shoes.

She was also carrying a blue shoulder bag, which was lighter and less bright than the windbreaker.

Judging from her appearance alone, Chihaya Aine can definitely be called a "beautiful girl". She has bright eyes, eyebrows that are always full of vitality and raised high, a delicate little mouth, a chest that is slightly bulging under the cover of a wide-necked sweater, and a beautiful head shape, which makes her face shape very consistent with the aesthetic of the society.

When she is quiet, she is the type that Shirakawa Haru likes. Perhaps Chihaya Aine can be described as "quiet as a virgin, agile as a rabbit", but in her, "movement" is more obvious than "quiet".

Like a big golden retriever, when you look at her from a distance, she will look at you from a distance, acting as if you are not worthy of your attention. But as long as you wave to her, squat down and call her name, she will run towards you quickly, knock you to the ground, and lick your face wet.

Speaking of which, Shirakawa Haru himself didn't know what type of girls he liked. He just vaguely felt that he was a beauty-loving person, and he liked any girl who met the characteristic of "beautiful".

"I saw it." Shirakawa Haru said, "Aine, please be quiet for a moment. Don't you notice that everyone around you is looking at you?"

"Eh? It seems so." Chihaya Aine ran to Shirakawa Haru and faced him directly, her eyes sliding from the top of his head to his toes. "But the streets of Tokyo are already very noisy, so no one should think it's a big deal."

"Then you should pay more attention to your image when you're out there." Shirakawa Haru and Chihaya Aine walked shoulder to shoulder in the bustling street. When there were a lot of people around, he would stand in front of Chihaya Aine to prevent others from bumping into her. "Think about it, although Tokyo is not big or small, if you're confined to a certain area, the chances of running into someone you know are still very high."

"Chairman, what happened last time was just an accident, an accident!" Chihaya Aine shook her finger, the gray crust above her fingertips extremely conspicuous under the circle of delicate skin. "Who would have known that I would run into my junior high school classmates not long after returning to China? And they just happen to be the ones who know me best. Otherwise, how would they know about my study abroad?"

"Based on my understanding of you, Aine, even if I didn't actively try to get to know you, I'd have heard about you passively, right?" Shirakawa Haru's gaze swept across Chihaya Aine's face. "The day after the band was formed, almost everyone in our class knew you were the one taking the lead in forming a band."

"She likes to show off and be in the spotlight." Shirakawa Haru commented on Chihaya Aine.

"Huh? I thought I covered it up well, but I didn't expect the chairman to know everything..." Chihaya Aine noticed the light gaze on her face, and suddenly turned her face to look up at Shirakawa Haru, but unfortunately she saw nothing.

The moment her face turned to the side, Shirakawa Haru looked away.

"I definitely know. After all, I've been keeping an eye on you," he said. "Remember? I was in charge of your interview, and I went over your junior high school resume over and over again. You're very special. While vanity and a desire for attention might be flaws in others, it's undoubtedly what makes you so dazzling today. I don't dislike your vanity; it's not a flaw."

He had long known that Chihaya Aine was a girl who liked to be in the spotlight, as evidenced by the fact that she tried to form a band before she even established herself in school.

The characteristic of vanity often becomes a character's fatal weakness in many literary and artistic works, but Chihaya Aine does not belong to this category.

She has advantages that correspond to her "shortcomings". Because she wants to be famous and attract everyone's attention, she works hard, is thoughtful, and has excellent character and academic performance. After only a few days, she can handle some of the student union's affairs on his behalf.

It is precisely because I see different sides of you that I feel that you, Aine, are a rough diamond that has not yet been polished. My vision is not wrong.

"You will work hard for your desires, and what your efforts bring you will far outweigh what your shortcomings bring you." Shirakawa Haru tentatively grasped Chihaya Aine's fingers, and when he found that she did not resist, he continued, "The tips of your fingers are already rubbed with dead skin. This transparency is caused by the skin repeatedly hardening and then growing a layer of dead skin before it falls off. I see all your efforts."

"Let go, Chairman!" Chihaya Aine shook her hand. "What is our relationship now? Chairman, can you grab my hand in public? This is indecent assault, right?"

"Sorry." Bai Chuanqing let go of her hand. "Also, please don't send me pictures of you playing guitar in the future. Your phone keeps ringing every night. It rings once when I'm about to fall asleep, and then rings again when I close my eyes."

"Hehe~ I just want to let the chairman know how hard I work." Chihaya Aine touched her head and showed a silly smile. Her sharp canine teeth popped out from her beautiful lips, shining like clouds and snow, like shells.

"I can see your daily progress, so you don't have to send me photos so frequently," said Shirakawa Haru.

After walking for a while, they found themselves in a chaotic cultural street. It seemed as if they could find pieces of any country in the world: beautiful Russian porcelain dolls, exquisite bone china tea sets and teddy bears, women in gold and silver imitating gypsies, fortune-telling, and even "barbarians" with face paint wielding plastic axes, pushing their way through the crowd. On the left side of the street was a Russian roulette, on the right, you could shoot balloons with air guns, in front you could play marbles, and in the back, you could trap gifts in plastic traps.

"Do you want to go in and play?" Shirakawa Haru looked at Chihaya Aine and found that she had taken out her cell phone and was standing at the entrance of Cultural Street, posing and taking several photos of herself.

"Chairman, what do you think of the photos I took?" Chihaya Aine showed her phone to Shirakawa Haru, "They look great, don't they?"

The photo is brightly lit, and a girl stands timidly beneath the shade of a lush tree. Her long pink hair, stained red by the vibrant fireworks, burns like a sunset, vibrant and alive. A streak of flame falls diagonally, illuminating her chest. She smiles at her phone, at him, prompting a sudden downpour, wiping out a day of clouds. Sunlight, starlight, and the moon—everything is her creation.

"It looks good." Shirakawa Haru looked at Chihaya Aine twice. He thought that although Aine's clothing style sometimes had some problems, such as wearing a gray denim jacket over a dress, but when it came to taking pictures, she had her own unique aesthetic and feeling.

"How about I take a few photos of Shirakawa-kun as well?" Chihaya Aine suggested.

"No need." Shirakawa Haru said, "I always feel like you, Aine, will cause me some trouble."

"What trouble?" Chihaya Aine asked back.

What trouble? Of course, it's the trouble caused to me by you, a bunch of energetic girls like little ponies! Shirakawa Haru wondered if the sun was too strong today, making him dizzy and dazzling. What if you took the photos and sent them to the band group? Although he was unsure, he had a vague feeling that if Aine did that, many unexpected things might happen.

I can't guess what girls are thinking, Shirakawa Haru thought.

"I won't post the photos to the group, is that okay?" Chihaya Aine said with a smile, "I'm sorry about what happened last time, Chairman! I shouldn't have posted the photos we took together to the group without your consent."

I don't want Soyo-san to see the photos I took of the chairman.

When Soyo-san saw the photo of me and the chairman at the milk tea shop, he showed obvious abnormal hostility.

Why? Could it be related to the chairman? Chihaya Aine thought that she had done nothing to provoke Nagasaki Suyo recently.

Then the reason could only be the chairman. Chihaya Aine was too lazy to think about the more detailed reasons.

"Then take a picture... for me, and remember to send me a copy after you're done." Shirakawa Haru stood in the sun as Chihaya Aine requested. Behind him was a flower bed with bunches of tiny sunflowers, which looked like young daisies, yellow and fragrant, so cute.

There was a click, and a flash of light flashed on the phone's camera, snapping a picture. Chihaya Aine quickly called Shirakawa Haru over to take a look at the photo.

"Very good, isn't it? The chairman has a beautiful face. No matter what, the photos taken will look good." Chihaya Aine pouted and kept zooming in on the photo, but she couldn't find any flaws. "It makes me a little jealous."

"Pretty is used to describe girls, handsome is used to describe boys."

"But I think 'beautiful' should be used to describe the chairman. She's so beautiful." Chihaya Aine put her phone back in her pocket, clapped her hands, and then blushed as she grasped Shirakawa Haru's hand. Is that how Tomo and Ichiri hold the chairman's hand? While she didn't think Takamatsu Tomo and Goto Ichiri had anything to do with Shirakawa Haru, her natural tendency to compare herself to others took over. She couldn't help but wonder how her hand would compare to those two girls'.

Should I ask the chairman directly?

But that's too weird.

Chihaya Aine strolled hand in hand with Shirakawa Haru in the cultural street, and interesting performances flashed before her eyes: someone was performing sword swallowing, someone could throw six glass bottles in a row without breaking them, and a little girl on roller skates was flying like a butterfly in front of piles of paper cups... Her mind was not on these at all.

"Aine, do you want some marshmallows?" Shirakawa Haru raised her arm and pointed at a mobile car in front of her. "I see a lot of people buying marshmallows. You girls like sweet things, right?"

The mobile cart was old-fashioned, with a cotton candy machine and several cleaned straight barrels containing white sugar, corn syrup, maltose, and purified water.

Most of the people surrounding the mobile car are children holding their parents' hands, and the others are couples.

"Chairman, are you treating me like a child?" Chihaya Aine frowned. "I'm not the kind of girl who would be so happy that she can't stop smiling when she hears about having steak at noon!"

"If it's just marshmallows, that's a different matter." Chihaya Aine took Shirakawa Haru's arm, "Let's go?"

"Can you let go?" Shirakawa Haru asked, "I feel a little hot where you're holding me, Aine. I might be sweating."

"No! Can't!" Chihaya Aine said word by word, "I'll take a shower when I get home today, so there's no need to bother you, Chairman!"

As the two approached the mobile cart, the aroma of melted white sugar and maltose filled their noses.

The stall owner is a kind old lady, and she is surrounded by children. Some of the children want to eat marshmallows, but their parents don’t let them buy them. So she will make a small marshmallow and give it to the children for free.

"Excuse me, little girl, what flavor of marshmallow would you like? The red ones are strawberry, the blue ones are blueberry, and the green ones are apple..." the stall owner asked Chihaya Aine, "What flavor do you like? Ask your boyfriend to buy one for you, okay?"

"Um, grandma, he's not my boyfriend." Chihaya Aine covered her face, "Please don't say that."