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Nomiyama's eyes softened unconsciously, and his tone became very gentle: "I didn't know at first, and I was thinking of keeping it from her, but then I felt there was no need to hide it, so I explained it to her."

"Are you not angry? After all, I told you before that I should keep it from her."

Under the covers, Sayuri Sawamura opened her eyes wide at the tone of her voice.

What is this? Childhood Sweethearts Special Forces?

"Don't be angry." Eriri Sawamura shook her head, sat on the bed, and looked down at the carpet. "It's right to tell Yukino, you two are boyfriend and girlfriend."

Nomiyama watched her quietly.

"And you've always liked Yukino the most..."

"no."

Nomiyama interrupted her: "Eriri, at the very beginning, I wasn't the one who liked Yukinoshita the most."

Sawamura Sayuri lay on top of him, her hands unconsciously digging into the flesh of his waist, and she subconsciously held her breath.

Aside from Yukino, there was probably only one other person with him at the time.

Yinglili... Yinglili!

If you hit a basic attack at this point, you'll win.

Sawamura Sayuri strained her fingers even harder, trying to hear the sounds outside.

Eriri Sawamura was stunned. At the very beginning, she didn't like Yukino the most.

She slowly turned her head and met those quiet, clear eyes.

He is serious.

Nomiyama has a good memory. He can remember the awful fried noodles, the perfect wind that day, the scent of distant flowers and grasses carried by the wind, and the girl's blushing face.

"The bento box that day was delicious, I'll always remember it."

Eriri Sawamura suddenly felt her eyes sting, an uncontrollable soreness.

Those memories played like a movie in my mind, finally settling on a boy curled up on the sofa.

She opened her mouth, but when she looked into the other person's eyes, her throat felt choked up. So she turned her head away, stood up, and tried to say in a slightly hoarse voice, "I...I'll go back first."

After saying that, she lowered her head, quickly stepped forward, and opened the door.

Sayuri Sawamura loosened her grip and closed her eyes in sorrow.

After a while, Nomiyama withdrew his gaze from the door.

Eriri is gone.

So Sawamura Sayuri threw off the covers and stood up.

She struggled to breathe, her hands trembling.

"What is she thinking? Why didn't she confess just now? Why didn't she confess?"

Nomiyama glanced at her, who was a little agitated, and leaned back on the bed. His reaction was not much: "Isn't Eriri cute like this?"

Sawamura Sayuri paused, looked down at him suspiciously, and asked, "You wouldn't actually have been thinking about my Eriri since we were kids, would you?"

Nomiyama took the phone, swiped to open it: "Back then, we were all young, we didn't know much."

Is this an irrelevant answer?

Sawamura Sayuri's eyes grew even more suspicious. She thought of the night they first met many years ago, of the tender boy lying on the hospital bed, gently swaying in the evening breeze, and the girl pretending to be asleep beside him.

She stretched out her foot and stepped on his thigh, her interest piqued: "So, if Eriri doesn't leave, you..."

"I do not know."

Nomiyama put down his phone, looked up at her, and his gaze lingered on her front: "But I think you should go and keep Eriri company."

Sawamura Sayuri was startled, then belatedly looked down at her clothes.

Neither of them was dressed very formally; one was wearing a casually thrown bathrobe, and the other was in bed that had been pulled under the covers.

Each of them had large areas of fair skin exposed.

Sawamura Sayuri remained unfazed, adjusted her kimono, glanced at his lower body with a cold smile, and turned to get out of bed.

She walked towards the door, leaving behind the words, "I'll come downstairs for dinner later."

Open the door, then close it.

Sawamura Sayuri walked casually toward Eriri's room, which was not far away.

After taking a few steps, she stopped, and then...

She covered her face with her hands.

He was so focused on listening to their conversation that he only just realized he had been having a physical reaction the whole time.

Inside the room, Nomiyama also covered his face.

I've reached the point where I instinctively feel guilty when Eriri appears.

......

Eriri Sawamura has been thinking about one thing for a long time.

Did he fall in love with Yukino from the very beginning, or did he only realize his feelings after I left?

They both said the past doesn't matter, and people just need to move forward.

But Eriri Sawamura couldn't stop thinking about this. She kept wondering if everything would have been different if she had left with them that afternoon, and if she would have been the one he cared about the most.

They didn't care about this at all; they were always mature and rational. But I couldn't do that. I wasn't as smart as them and couldn't understand so many things.

I can only be trapped in the past, pondering the same question I've been thinking about all along.

What if the three of them left together that day?

At first, I didn't like Yukinoshita the most.

Eriri Sawamura's lips moved slightly, the curve of which was indistinguishable as whether it was upturned or downturned. She silently stared at the large television in the room, and after a while, she shrank back and buried her head in silence.

When Sayuri Sawamura entered the room, all she could see was a person sitting in the corner with their knees drawn up to their chest, shivering.

She buried her head so deep, and her shoulders were twitching so much, but she didn't make a sound, as if she could hide away and not be noticed.

Sawamura Sayuri's desire to scold Eriri for being so useless suddenly disappeared. She simply walked forward silently, squatted down, and gently rubbed Eriri's head.

With gentle words, she asked, "Why are you crying?"

Eriri Sawamura looked up, and after seeing the person in front of her clearly, she lunged forward.

Sawamura Sayuri was thrown backward and sat on the ground. She didn't cry out. She just reached out and gently wiped away the tears on his face, and then continued to rub the little head of the person in her arms.

"He, he used to like me."

Her voice was filled with grievance, carrying the sadness and resentment that had accumulated over the years.

The sadness is because of myself, and the grievances are also because of myself.

Sawamura Sayuri was not in a hurry; she remained calm.

"It's okay, he likes you now too."

"what?"

"So Eriri, all you have to do is confess."

Sawamura Sayuri turned her head and looked in the direction he was.

"As for Eriri, all I have to do is confess to her and I can win her over."

......

When Nomiyama changed his clothes and came downstairs, the other two were already seated in the private room.

He glanced around the dining table, then fell silent.

Oh no, it's kaiseki cuisine...

Sawamura Sayuri, who was dipping shrimp in sauce, glanced at him with disdain and said, "Don't worry, I've asked the other restaurant to prepare fried rice for you. It'll be delivered later."

Nomiyama breathed a sigh of relief and casually pulled out a chair to sit down.

When it comes to eating, you have to enjoy it to the fullest. Although kaiseki cuisine tastes good, the portions are just too small.

Thinking it over, he picked up a slice of sashimi, put it in his mouth, and glanced at Eriri across from him.

With his head down and cheeks puffed out, he looked hungry.

Nomiyama's gaze lingered on the other person's slightly swollen eye sockets, then he turned to look at Sayuri.

Then he got kicked.

Are you even being reasonable?

He glared at him.

So he got kicked again.

......

Lying back in bed, Nomiyama glanced at the door, reached out, and grabbed his phone.

Huge, enormous, Miss: [You went to Tokyo?]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [I didn't tell you, are you spying on me?]

Big, super big, Miss: [Bullshit! I was the one who suggested we hang out when I went to Yukino, and she said you went to Tokyo.]

Nomiyama sneered, "You want to find Yukinoshita, go on a date with her, and then secretly make advances, right?"

He replied to the previous post: [Accompanying Eriri to the comic convention to sell doujinshi]

Big, huge, young lady: [Taking the Yukinoshita family isn't enough, you also want to take the Sawamura family, tsk, do you want Chiba to change his surname to Nomiyama?]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Am I a child, playing such childish games? If I wanted it, the whole world would be mine.]

Huge, super huge, Miss: [Wow, my world-class boyfriend is amazing!]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Stop talking, stop talking, this is so embarrassing!]

Big, super big, Miss: [When are you coming back?]

Nomi Yamakaze: [The day after tomorrow afternoon]

Big, super big, Miss: [Okay, but don't cheat on me.]

Nomiyama stared at those words for a moment, then replied: 【What kind of person do you take me for?】

Big, super big, Miss: [You're actually planning to cheat on me?]

Nomiyama scrolled to the next message; the deeper she understood, the less she could escape.

He always suspected that his girlfriends had mastered some kind of mind-reading ability.

The next message was from Hui, and it was quite brief.

Have fun! And don't bully Eriri or do anything unnecessary.

Nomiyama replied: 【Understood. I won't bully Eriri, and I won't do anything unnecessary.】

He wasn't planning to do anything unnecessary; he was waiting, waiting for things to change on Eriri's side, just like when she was eight years old, when she took a step forward.

I swiped my finger again, and this time it was a message from Mai-senpai.

Inside the photography studio, all kinds of equipment were photographed one by one, and the girl's figure always only occupied the edge of the frame.

Nomiyama suddenly remembered the letters Yukinoshita had sent back when she was in junior high school. Every time she took a photo, she was only in the corner of the picture, as if she were a blogger who only shared her life.

What I want to share with you is secondary; I just want you to notice me, the one in the corner.

Girls' thoughts are always strange.

Nomiyama carefully examined the pictures and then exclaimed: "[Mai-senpai's casual wear is the best in the world!]"

The message came back a second later: 【And then?】

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Just looking at my girlfriend's figure makes me drool.]

Mai-senpai: [Anything else?]

Nomi Yamakaze: [I want to take her home and kiss those beautiful lips a hundred and eight thousand times.]