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Eriri Sawamura didn't care about the other party's attitude. Her mother would compensate the other party's store with some business. In a sense, their store was actually signing a big order now.

As she opened the door, Eriri Sawamura glanced at the dozen or so paper bags the other person was carrying, and her eyelids twitched.

Why did you buy so much from one store? Are all the clothes in that store to your liking?

"Um, do you need me to help you carry it in?" the office lady asked cautiously.

"Oh, no need, no need, I can do it myself, thank you for your hard work." Eriri Sawamura smiled and declined, then took the paper bag from her hand.

The woman carefully handed it to her and then explained, "The photos are in that hard cardboard box."

A rigid cardboard box? A photo?

Eriri Sawamura looked down at the single cardboard box in her hand.

Did Mom buy clothes today and take pictures?

"Just give me the photos."

Sawamura Sayuri appeared beside her, reached out, and picked up the cardboard box.

"Madam." The office lady bowed slightly.

"Yes, you've worked hard. Go back now," Sawamura Sayuri smiled.

"Okay," the office lady replied and stepped back.

After the other person left, Eriri Sawamura became curious: "Why did you buy so many clothes at this store? And even took pictures?"

Sayuri Sawamura closed the automatic door, looked down at the dozen or so matching outfits, and after a moment of silence, looked up at her daughter and smiled gently.

"These are for Eriri. I ran into Kazehaya this afternoon. These are matching outfits for Eriri. They should fit her well. The other half is with Kazehaya."

"Huh?" Sawamura Eriri's face instantly turned red.

She stammered, "He and I are not, not yet, a couple."

Turning around, Sayuri Sawamura strolled leisurely toward the house: "It's bound to happen sooner or later, so it's always good to be prepared."

"Oh," Eriri Sawamura replied softly.

After walking a few steps, she was still curious: "Why is Mom in the mood to take pictures today?"

Sayuri Sawamura picked up the cardboard box, put her hands behind her back, and walked like a young girl: "Mom is a girl too, you know, there are so many clothes in the mall."

There are always some beautiful clothes I want to try on, and there are always some memorable moments.

......

Yukino Yukinoshita returned to her apartment and instinctively turned on the lights.

Her gaze swept across the empty living room, and she frowned slightly.

It seems that he only came twice, and he already couldn't bear to part with that feeling.

I wonder if he ever feels the same way, looking at the empty living room and subconsciously feeling that it doesn't feel like a home.

Gently shaking her head, Yukino Yukinoshita shook off these distracting thoughts and walked towards the sofa.

Reach out and turn on the TV first.

Sounds began to appear in the room, finally bringing a touch of life.

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't watch TV; instead, she looked down at her hands.

The next moment, two identical green bamboo poles appeared in her hands.

She wanted to see what would happen if she used air to power both fishing rods at the same time.

White mist flowed between her fingers and then poured into the fishing rod.

Yukino Yukinoshita opened her eyes wide, but nothing changed.

Frowning, a thick mist, as thick as an arm, appeared and continued to surge into the fishing rod.

The space was twisted.

Slightly startled, Yukino Yukinoshita looked ahead.

The view is constantly distorted, and everything around us is constantly changing.

Yukino Yukinoshita had no intention of stopping; she simply continued to increase the amount of air, continuously pouring it into the two fishing rods.

The space finally transformed completely; the television had disappeared, and the white walls had turned into swirling white mist.

Yukino Yukinoshita stood up, holding two fishing rods in her hands.

The moment she stood up, the only remaining sofa disappeared.

Looking around, Yukino Yukinoshita frowned as she listened to the flowing sound.

She seemed to be standing on the river, with flowing water beneath her feet and the clear sound of the flowing water in her ears.

Then all around was a thick, invisible white fog that couldn't be dispersed.

Taking a deep breath, Yukino Yukinoshita took a step forward.

She believed the fishing rod wouldn't hurt her.

"what?"

A soft exclamation rang out from the girl.

The white mist in front of Yukino Yukinoshita seemed to be stirred by the wind and drifted away.

Surprised and puzzled, Yukino looked ahead.

Those eyes were as vibrant as roses, burning with a fiery brilliance.

Chapter 201 Snow is the First Time I Saw Snow at Dusk (Part Two)

Did I travel through time and return to the past?

No, that's impossible. Time can't be something that can be crossed so easily.

Yukino Yukinoshita was momentarily stunned under the gaze of those eyes.

"It's resonance."

The girl's voice was clear and bright, carrying an air of naturalness.

resonance?

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at her senior standing by the river.

Wearing the same style of black wide-sleeved samurai uniform as the one in the training room at home, her eyebrows were light, just like his, but thinner and straighter. Now, those light eyebrows were raised, and her eyes were full of vitality, looking at me with a hint of arrogance and interest.

Nomiyama-kun's statement that she is naturally aloof might be true; some people are born with certain traits that are visible to the naked eye.

The next instant, Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes widened slightly.

The girl-like figure had already arrived in front of him, approaching him with her bright eyes.

"Oh? Yuko's descendant?"

She seemed to find it amusing.

The next instant, Yukino Yukinoshita's hands were empty, and she subconsciously looked at the person who was suddenly a few meters away from her.

The man was holding a fishing rod in each hand, looking down at the water.

"I happened to get a fishing rod from him today and made some minor upgrades, so you are holding two fishing rods, which resonated with the scene I am in right now. Simply put, you are seeing the past."

At this point, she turned around and said, "He actually entrusted the fishing rod to you for safekeeping. He really likes this fishing rod."

Yukino's eyes flickered. Even so, it should be me who sees you in the picture, not you who sees me in the painting.

Can we see the future from the past?

My gaze shifted to the fishing rod she was holding in her hand.

Can we grasp the future from the past?

"There's no way around it, it's just that it's too strong, that's how it ends up."

Yukinoshita Yukinoshita shrugged, then cast her two fishing rods: "Your surname is Yukinoshita?"

Yukino Yukinoshita composed herself, looked up, and met her gaze: "Yes, senpai, I am Yukino Yukinoshita."

With her hands behind her back, Yukino Shinohara approached her junior, glanced at her from the front, then looked at her from behind: "Hmm, not bad, she's good at having children."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained motionless, her eyelids twitching. Although she had guessed that her senior was rather erratic, she never expected it to be like this.

Taking a deep breath, she kept her tone calm: "Senior, I'm not here to talk about this."

"Ok, I know."

"But I don't want to hear it."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the person who had returned to the riverbank and was slightly taken aback.

"You are ultimately the person he likes, the one who made him come down from the mountain."

Xuexia Xuewan looked at the person standing on the river and grinned: "I don't like you, and I don't like talking to you."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand.

Yukino Yukinoshita, seeing the scene before her beginning to sway and the person she might only see now, panicked and took a step forward: "Wait!"

Snow fell late at night and she did wait. She reached out and stopped the other person's almost illusory figure.

However, she didn't intend to listen to what the other person was saying; she simply brought up a question that she was very curious about.

"Yukino."

Yukino Yukinoshita was suddenly called by her name, and she was slightly taken aback, her words lingering on her lips.

After a pause, Xue Xia Xue Wan, filled with curiosity, paused for a moment.

Does he laugh often now?

Do you laugh often?

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the person whose eyes were full of arrogance, opened her mouth, and after a long while, a voice came out of her mouth, with a slight hoarseness.

"Kazehaya, he loves to laugh."

Xuexia Xuewan thought for a moment, then nodded and smiled: "That's good, goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she waved again.

Yukino Yukinoshita, seeing the scene swaying again, quickly called out, "Senpai! Wait!"

"Kazehaya! He didn't come down the mountain because of me..."

Yukinoshita Yukinoshita watched her junior disappear and tilted her head.

Didn't I come down the mountain because of you?

Wow, Kazehaya turned into a jerk after all? He dated two girlfriends?

Scumbag?

Looking up at night, amidst the snow, I think of that indifferent face.

I can't tell! Could it be that Kazehaya is actually sexually repressed?

Shaking her head, she dismissed the thoughts with a strange smile and turned to look at the mountain.

Hmm, I want to see him. I'll grill two more fish for him today, stay on the mountain a little longer, and also prepare some spring fish for him in the future.

With a little effort, she leaped into the sky and then crashed straight into a lake.

As Yukino Yukinoshita watched the scene before her shatter in an instant, she returned to her familiar living room, and her words had to stop.

I don't know if you heard me, but it wasn't me who made Kazehaya go down the mountain; it was her.

I don't know if this will change anything.

What I want is not Nomiyama Kazehaya trapped in the past; I no longer want to see him in his occasional daze.

I want a carefree and happy Nomiyama Kazehaya, and I want his most sincere and unwavering affection.