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She suddenly remembered the afternoon, and the handsome young man's words: "She's your daughter, do you even know what that means?"

Daughter? Daughter?

daughter?

Yes, my daughter.

Miss Sakurajima threw the pillow aside. With her head down, she could vaguely see a small figure sitting on her lap, eating noodles.

Yes, I have a daughter, I definitely have a daughter. She likes to eat meat soup noodles, and she likes to sit on my lap while eating meat soup noodles.

She got up, staggered, and ran towards the washroom.

With trembling hands, she pulled her phone from her clothes and dialed the number.

The young lady of the Yukinoshita family approached him and instructed him to fulfill all her requests.

The young lady of the Yukinoshita family must know where he is, she must know.

Once the call connected, Ms. Sakurajima immediately began to explain, without stopping for a moment, what she had noticed.

Finally, with pleading and humility, she said, "Please, tell me where he is..."

There was no sound from the other end of the phone; it was quiet, completely silent.

Until one moment, a cold, indifferent voice came over.

Ms. Sakurajima murmured the address repeatedly to herself. She didn't bother to change her clothes or care about her appearance. Holding her phone, she hurried to the entrance, grabbed her car keys, and pushed open the door to leave.

The torrential rain poured down again outside. She strained to keep her eyes open and ran towards her car.

She got in the car, started the engine, listened to the navigation on her phone, and stepped on the gas.

In a world where the road ahead was almost invisible in the torrential rain, she had no choice but to move forward while flashing her hazard lights and honking her horn.

After a long wait, she finally arrived at the destination indicated by the navigation.

She pushed open the car door, stumbled for a moment, then steadied herself and ran toward the small villa in sight.

In the strong wind, her slender figure became slightly unsteady as she ran, and she fell on the grass. However, she didn't care. She simply used her hands to push herself up, regained her strength, and ran towards the door.

Without hesitation or pause, she braced herself against the door and pounded it with her fist.

She kept hammering until the door was opened.

Pushing the door open forcefully, Miss Sakurajima looked at the puzzled boy, lunged forward, and grabbed his pajamas collar.

She shouted loudly, looking disheveled, her voice terribly unpleasant.

"Where's my daughter! You said she was my daughter! Where is she?!"

......

Mai Sakurajima chose to give up after hugging her mother twice.

She could only hug the air, unable to feel the other person's body temperature, and therefore unable to offer comfort.

She could only watch as her mother relentlessly questioned her junior, while he tried to comfort her.

While feeling impatient and even losing control, one still lets the other person act recklessly and silently endures it, explaining softly.

Until finally, until Mom was knocked out on the sofa by a cup of hot water.

Mai Sakurajima's eyelids twitched. She suppressed her impulse and asked with reddened eyes, "What did you do?"

Nomiyama looked at her senior, then at the glass of water, and thoughtfully replied, "Because I'm often drugged, I subconsciously did some research."

As he spoke, he turned his head and said, "Does Senior Mai want to learn? I'm quite the expert at drugging now. Most people can't withstand it for more than a few seconds before I drug them into unconsciousness."

"Why would I learn this?" Mai Sakurajima rubbed her temples.

Nomiyama didn't mind, and just shrugged: "Senior, try it now, see if you can touch an unconscious aunt."

Mai Sakurajima frowned at him: "What?"

“A bath,” Nomiyama sighed. “She’s been caught in the rain and needs to get rid of the chill. You can’t make me do it, I really can’t.”

Sakurajima Mai choked, so she had no choice but to step forward and reach out to try to touch it.

bumped into.

So she reached out and put her hands under her mother's armpits and under her knees, preparing to pick her up.

Hug, don't move...

He turned his head and looked at his junior.

Nomiyama noticed the gaze, glanced at it twice, and considered it carefully: "Alright."

A minute later, the two men each grabbed one of the woman's armpits and dragged her towards the bathroom.

Sakurajima Mai turned around and looked at her mother's legs dragging on the ground, and the scene before her that resembled a dragged corpse. Anger welled up in her eyes.

"Nomi Yamakaze Hayate!"

Nomiyama stared at her with wide eyes: "What do you want? You won't let me carry you in a princess carry, so this is the only option?"

Sakurajima Mai glared at him: "Can't you think of any other way besides a princess carry?"

Nomiyama sighed helplessly: "What nonsense are you talking about? When you hug someone, a princess carry is already the way with the least physical contact."

As they were talking, the two had already entered the bathroom.

Nomiyama exerted a little force, placed his hands under the other person's armpits, lifted him slightly, and put him into the bathtub.

After glancing at it twice, he turned around and waved his hand: "Alright, there are some clean clothes in the laundry room. Senior, please take care of me. Call me when you're done washing."

After he left and closed the bathroom door, Mai Sakurajima looked at her mother and silently helped her take off her clothes.

......

Nomiyama did help out in the end, mainly by helping to lift the aunt and put her on the bed.

He then left, quietly returned to the living room, and curled up on the sofa to watch TV.

He picked up his phone to reply to the message from Yang Nai, then tossed the phone aside, glanced at the photos on the wall, and remained silent.

At first, he thought the person hanging on the wall was his mother. After all, when he first regained consciousness, there were two people hanging on the wall, so he naturally assumed they were his parents or something similar.

In the end, the photos or paintings on the wall were nothing more than pictures of himself and her.

And they weren't even at the same time of day.

I guess I just picked the moment I thought was when she looked her best, drew it, and then awkwardly put myself in the picture as well.

How can this look good? Someone is just forcibly standing next to the other person.

With a wry smile, Nomiyama slumped onto the sofa and began to stare blankly.

Parents, what are parents again? I haven't thought about this question in a long time.

"What's wrong, junior? Are you in a bad mood?"

Nomiyama shifted his gaze, but didn't move.

Looking into the other person's red eyes, he casually replied, "I was just thinking about things from the past."

"so."

Mai Sakurajima took off her shoes, lay down on the sofa, and just like him, she lay her head down near him.

Two pairs of eyes met, deep blue and jet black colliding.

Mai Sakurajima didn't make much eye contact; she simply closed her eyes.

“My mother wanted me to become famous a long time ago, just to become famous.”

“She wanted to tell the man who abandoned her in the most direct and effective way, ‘You were wrong. You should have chosen me instead of that rich woman. Even if I am not rich now, I will be very rich in the future, and our daughter will become rich and famous.’”

Nomiyama opened and closed his eyes, listening quietly as she continued her story.

Mai Sakurajima's voice became a little awkward after that, and some emotions also emerged.

"That's why I debuted at the age of six. It was an opportunity that she had worked so hard to get, and it belonged to me."

“I succeeded. I gained attention in the industry and became a well-known child star. She was very happy because she also succeeded. She really nurtured me into a well-known person who could go on to become an artist.”

"So later, she kept getting me gigs and jobs, and my fame grew."

"In my mother's eyes, I am probably outstanding and make her proud."

“One day, she dialed that man’s number. I remember her tone that day: happy, cheerful, expectant, proud, and pleading. I could tell that she just wanted that man to come back to her, to tell him, ‘Choose me, I’m not wrong, I can do a lot.’”

At this point, Mai Sakurajima's voice became more pained: "But they don't care about such things at all. That man has already gotten the life he wanted and doesn't care about her efforts at all."

Nomiyama remained silent, simply gazing at the face so close to his.

Mai Sakurajima adjusted her expression, took a deep breath, and continued, "My relationship with my mother has actually been pretty good over the years. I don't dislike being an entertainer; I just want to take a break occasionally. Of course, it's okay if I don't take a break; I'm willing to keep working hard."

"But there are always unexpected events, and there are always things that are unacceptable."

Nomiyama didn't ask what was unacceptable, because her senior would tell her herself.

"Around the time I was about to graduate from junior high school, my mother suddenly got me a job. It was a photo shoot, a swimsuit photo shoot, but I was only fifteen years old at the time."

Nomiyama's eyes widened slightly.

Mai Sakurajima opened her eyes, leaned forward, bumped her forehead against him, and said fiercely, "I refuse."

If you're going to refuse, then refuse. Why did you bump into me?

Nomiyama thought about it, but didn't say anything. He just turned his head to watch TV.

My head was held down by two hands, preventing me from moving.

“I refused, and we had a huge fight. It happened on a rainy day like this. After that, I left home and never went back.”

"This is why I left the entertainment industry."

The air was quiet for a moment, then someone's voice could be heard.

"Oh."

Mai Sakurajima bumped into it again.

Nomiyama reached out to stop him, saying helplessly, "Senior, be more mature. Bumping your head is a childish trick."

He sat up, looked up at the photo frame on the wall, and replied, "Actually, I don't really know much about it, like my senior's emotions and stuff."

"It's like I was born an orphan. I really don't know anything about my parents."

Mai Sakurajima also sat up, smoothed her disheveled hair, and said, "There has to be some explanation."

“An explanation?” Nomiyama thought for a moment.

"When I had my own ideas, I had never met my parents, nor could I remember any of the principles they taught me. I only came to understand the meaning of many things as time went by."

After saying that, he added, "Of course, I don't think I'm that pitiful."

"Although I have no parents and have to live in this house by myself every day, at least no one cares about me, so I can be considered free."

There was a moment of silence in the living room until the girl asked, "Don't you feel lonely?"

Another person disagreed: "How can someone who doesn't even understand the concept of loneliness feel lonely?"

Nomiyama tilted his head to look at her: "Although the older I get, the more I realize that I am different from ordinary people, there are also more and more people around me."

"There is no loneliness."

After looking at each other for a while, the girl said, "I see. Then I believe you, junior."

Nomiyama shrugged and continued watching TV.

"What's next?" Mai Sakurajima asked.

"Huh, does Senior want to live? She actually asked me that herself?" Nomiyama asked curiously.

"I've always wanted to live, otherwise I wouldn't have asked my junior for help."

"Yes, I believe you."

"Tell me what to do! You fickle, scumbag!"

Nomiyama reached out and caught the pillow she threw at him, saying casually.