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She is very cute and has a great figure. Her hair is a pink color similar to cherry blossoms, or you could describe it as peach. Most of the time, she observes her surroundings with a timid and tentative gaze. Whenever she takes the initiative to express her opinion, she carries a sense of detachment and uncertainty, as if she is someone who lacks both assertiveness and confidence.

This type of person is now staring intently at themselves, without hesitation, and completely certain that their words are correct.

That must be correct.

Nomiyama looked at her, blinked, and suddenly felt a strong urge to ruffle her hair, just like he did with Eriri.

Perhaps there are some people in this world who are always so cute that you want to pet them.

However, he managed to suppress that impulse. After all, she wasn't Eriri, and they weren't close enough that he could just casually pat her head like that.

Yui Yuigahama realized that the person in front of her was just staring at her silently, and suddenly felt a little flustered.

Honestly, what am I saying? I clearly don't understand what I like.

Yui Yuigahama loosened her grip and lowered her head.

Nomiyama grabbed the hand that was about to fall, put a piece of candy on it, and turned around to continue walking forward.

"Yui knows a lot about love. Could it be that you're just pretending to fool me all this time, and that you're actually super experienced and a real heartthrob?"

Yui Yuigahama stared blankly at the candy in her palm, then realized that he had changed his way of addressing her, and finally remembered that he had said he was very experienced.

Her face flushed red, she clutched the candy and followed.

"No way! I still... I still..."

"Still an innocent little girl, huh? How about joining the Service Department? I'll personally teach you 'service' techniques and guarantee to train you into a hotter girl with even more experience than those seasoned babes."

"At that time, you will be the most experienced master at Soubu High School, and even Yumiko will have to humbly learn from you."

"Xiao Feng is just talking nonsense!"

......

Nomiyama took out a wire, casually pried open the other party's door, and pushed it open to go inside.

"The wind is early!"

The woman in the kimono quickly stood up from the sofa and walked briskly toward him.

"stop."

Nomiyama reached out to stop the other person from coming closer.

He glanced at the living room furnishings, which were similar to those in his own home, took a few steps, and picked up a small folding stool from beside the dining table.

"Boom!"

He placed the small folding stool in front of him and then sat down.

Separated by the living room, he propped his chin on his hand and made eye contact with her for the first time since entering the room.

“Say it right there, or I’m leaving right now.”

Yukinoshita Miyami looked at his completely casual demeanor and listened to the certainty in his words, then pursed her lips.

What do you want to hear?

Nomiyama's gaze lingered on the kimono she was wearing, a cheap one he had bought for her before, one that didn't really suit her.

"Tell me about how you are my wife, and about the things that have led me to overthink things."

Chapter 182 I Will Love You Forever, Nomiyama Kazehaya

Yukinoshita Miyabi quietly looked at him.

The biggest change around him recently is that Yukino has returned. With the ancestral fishing rod, it's not surprising that Yukino is certain of some things, after all, she is the daughter of the Yukinoshita family.

Looking into each other's eyes, Yukinoshita Miyami said softly, "I will marry you. I knew it the moment I met you. It was just a matter of time. In my mind, I am your wife."

Nomiyama looked at her and sneered, "You really have a lot of nerve."

Under the snow, Miyako lowered her eyes.

Nomiyama changed the subject: "What about the rest?"

Yukinoshita Miyami thought about the conversation that night and chose to explain truthfully: "You always liked her and never liked me. That mountain is yours, but the chickens on the mountain are indeed raised by me, and we do have two children."

“We just didn’t do those things. You’re amazing. You can make me have a child with just a little thought.”

Nomiyama looked at her after she finished speaking, not caring about what he used to be like, but staring intently into her eyes and asking her a question.

How long has she been dead?

Yes, although we already got the answer from Yukinoshita, Nomiyama still wanted to ask again how long she had been dead, hoping to get a different answer.

Looking at him, whose eyes clearly held eagerness and expectation, Yukinoshita Miyabi felt a slight bitterness. After a moment of silence, she answered truthfully.

"A thousand years."

Upon hearing the answer, Nomiyama closed his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Why did you choose to live here?"

Yukinoshita Miyami's voice carried a hint of grievance: "Because you won't like me at home, you won't like me appearing in front of Yukino-san, you might even abandon me because of Yukino-san."

Nomiyama simply looked at her and continued, "And another thing."

Yukinoshita Miyami lowered her head: "I don't want you to be troubled by my problem, and I don't dare to bear the consequences of being separated from you, so I can only choose to stay here."

"besides."

“I’m getting old, and I know you’ve always liked Yukino. I know I can’t compare to her in your heart, and as I get older, I’ll fall further behind. But I don’t want to give up like this.”

"besides."

“I think you just need to remember that I’m here from now on. It’s fine if you come to visit me occasionally. I’ve built a new chicken coop where I can raise some chicks. The black tea at home has never changed, and the taste of the milk tea I make will never change either.”

"besides."

“I know you have another girlfriend, Kato, the one who used to annotate your exam papers. So I was thinking, if I don’t appear in a place close to your life, if I don’t disrupt your current life, will you be able to tolerate my presence?”

......

Nomiyama lowered his hand from his cheek, stood up, and looked at her calmly.

"Gong Yu, have you realized that you are very smart?"

Yukinoshita Miyazaki choked back tears, looking at him with slightly moving lips, but remained silent.

Nomiyama spread out his palm, looking at the orderly lines on it: "You can always find a reason to explain to me, all of it is the truth, all of it is for my own good. I can't find any flaws in your words, nor can I find any insincerity in your words."

He looked up and gazed at her quietly.

Do you love me that much?

Yukinoshita Miyami looked at him, who remained calm, and fell silent.

In the silence, neither of them spoke.

At a certain moment, the woman turned around, gripped the water glass on the coffee table, and smashed it hard against his head.

She used all her strength, and the water glass made a distinct whistling sound as it flew through the air.

Nomiyama reached out, grabbed the water glass, and then stared blankly at her.

Open your mouth, close your mouth.

His expression shifted, a gradual build-up of disbelief eventually engulfing his entire face.

"What exactly do you want me to do?!"

Yukinoshita Miyami clenched her fists, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and shouted retaliatoryly.

"Why can't I love you! Why can't I love you with all my heart! Why don't you believe me! Why must I back down!"

She looked up, staring intently into his eyes: "I met you first. You've forgotten the past and met someone new, so I have to give up? Why should I? Is my life a lie? Did all those years I spent with you not exist?"

She used five "why" questions in a row, posing several rhetorical questions.

Nomiyama frowned as he looked at the redness in those eyes and sensed the hysterical emotion emanating from them.

"I didn't say that, I just..."

He couldn't finish his sentence because the other person moved.

Ignoring his warning not to move, Yukinoshita Miyami strode towards him, meeting his eyes, which were clearly still blank.

She walked up to him, reached out, and Yukinoshita Miyabi grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in.

She lacked any method or skill; she simply acted greedily and demanded things in a venting manner.

Nomiyama subconsciously let go of the water glass in his hand, opened his eyes wide, and looked at her with her eyes closed.

He threw a water glass at me, then disobeyed me and came close to me, and finally forcibly kissed me?

Did I push her too hard just now? Did I push her too far?

Sensing her acting recklessly, Nomiyama's expression softened. He reached out, ruffled her hair, and finally embraced her, responding to her advances.

Yukinoshita Miyami's body softened when he finally took the initiative.

She opened her eyes, and all her courage and anger vanished, replaced by obvious shyness and timidity.

My body was gradually losing strength, but I wanted to hold him tighter.

These things don't seem to require any worry or effort; he himself is exerting force, pulling her tighter and tighter, as if trying to embrace her whole being into his body.

I love it so much. I love being needed by him, I love being greedy by him, I love being hugged like this by him.

A feeling of satisfaction filled her entire body, and Yukinoshita Miyabi's face gradually flushed red, her body trembling slightly.

Feeling the slight trembling of the person in his arms, Nomiyama gently kissed her, then sat down on the ground, carefully withdrew, and quietly held her in his arms.

He reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair that were obscuring her eyes, looking at her with her long hair unexpectedly loose: "Why didn't you put it up?"

Yukinoshita Miyami avoided his gaze, turned her face towards his chest, and said in a soft voice, "I feel like you prefer to wear your hair down."

Nomiyama thought for a moment and shook his head: "If you like something, you like it. There's no such thing as liking it more just because you changed your hairstyle."

"Also, just talk, why did you suddenly come over and kiss me?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi snuggled her head into his arms and said in a muffled voice, "You look like you're here to settle scores with me, as if you'll ignore me if I say something that doesn't satisfy you, so I had no choice but to do this."

Nomiyama sighed helplessly, "Don't be ridiculous, I know you definitely have other ideas in mind."

Yukinoshita Miyabi bowed her head and remained silent.

Nomiyama ruffled her hair and said softly, "It's fine to go back to your place. As for Yukinoshita..."

His voice was a little stiff, but he still said with difficulty, "She was supposed to be the one to talk to you, but she's not here today. I'll go and explain to her later."

Yukinoshita Miyami turned around, her face still flushed, her voice soft: "Then your life will be in chaos, you'll be constantly arguing with her, and I'll have to figure out how to deal with her too."

She reached out, took his hand, and placed it on her face: "This is fine, I'm already very content."

Nomiyama looked at her in silence for a long while, and finally agreed: "Whatever you want."

Carefully supporting her, Nomiyama stood up.

Once he was sure the other person could stand still, he turned around and said, "I'll go pack your things and bring them to you."

Yukinoshita Miyabi softly replied, "Mm."

So Nomiyama didn't linger and headed towards the entrance.

"The wind blows early."

Yukinoshita Miyami suddenly called out to him.

"Ok?"

Nomiyama turned around, waiting for her next words.

Yukinoshita Miyabi's expression was gentle, and her voice was melodious with a hint of dependence.

"I will love you forever, Nomiyama Kazehaya."