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Nomiyama paused, his fingers pausing.

A black-haired female lead with twin tails?

He looked up at the other person inside the car.

Then, Sayuri silently stepped on his foot.

Summer 229, Fireworks Festival

Nomi Yamakaze already had a pair of very beautiful eyes.

When Yukinoshita Miyami first saw those eyes, they were like a still, lifeless lake, seemingly containing everything, yet also like a blank canvas.

He sat by the lake and quietly glanced at himself.

Yukinoshita Miyami was eighteen years old that year. In her past life, she had imagined their first meeting countless times, and his appearance and expression countless times.

But it wasn't until they actually met that she realized all her fantasies were useless.

The expectations and excitement hidden in her heart could not be expressed through fantasy. The girl's love and hate were like a volcano, lonely yet passionate.

But she was destined to be unable to express those emotions, destined to be unable to do anything, because Nomi Yamakaze was already a god.

The gods are carefree before her, showing neither mercy nor love or hate.

He simply sat by the lake, watching the world, watching the fishing lines on the lake that never moved.

Occasionally he would move, but it was only to beckon the free-range chickens over and roast them over the fire.

He certainly can speak, but he is concise and to the point.

Most of the time, he didn't say a word; he just stared at the fishing lines floating on the lake.

Yukinoshita Miyami often sat beside him, quietly watching him, wondering what he was thinking.

I wonder what remains inside that divine body.

In fact, she knew that the other person was no longer carefree and that they were already experiencing some emotional distress.

But none of those belonged to her; the emotions that stirred up his heart belonged to someone else.

That person was unparalleled in the world. Thirty years of living together, plus his eventual death, shattered his carefree life and gave him emotions.

Yukinoshita Miyami didn't think this was a good thing, because that person hadn't taken responsibility, and she had simply died, leaving him behind.

A thousand years.

No one knows what the god bound to the lake was thinking; he seemed to be calmly opening his eyes, trying to fish with that straight hook.

Even if you catch one, then what?

Yuki no Miyabi was unaware.

She just felt a sense of distress, not from his dislike, but from the occasional pain that struck her.

Many things are actually visible.

When you look at someone for a long time, even a god, you will inevitably notice some small details.

For example, he would stare at the sky in a daze every day; or he would occasionally take a roast chicken and disappear somewhere, only to return and stand by the lake like a stone.

For example, he was always waiting for that person, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, always waiting by the lake, like waiting for a fish that would be caught with a straight hook.

I've waited a thousand years, I've thought about it for a thousand years.

But this is not a beautiful, memorable fairy tale.

Because of the innate god before him, he didn't even know how to express emotions, he couldn't even understand what sadness was. He could only be trapped by that inexplicable emotion, sitting by the lake every day watching the motionless fishing line, roasting chicken to prepare to eat a bite later.

But why would a god want to eat chicken?

Yukinoshita Miyami's pain stemmed from this: she understood that the other person didn't need her, understood that she couldn't do anything for him, and understood that she couldn't persuade him.

So all I could do was watch, watch him with a mechanical, lonely, and quiet demeanor.

Until one day, Yang Nai went up the mountain without telling her.

Everything changed in an instant.

The god named Nomiyama Kazehaya descended the mountain and disappeared, as if he had finally escaped from the cage beneath the snow and finally broken free from the shackles of his ancestors.

Yukinoshita Miyabi originally thought that when this day came, she would be happy, regardless of whether he came down the mountain because of her, regardless of his thoughts, as long as he was willing to leave that mountain, willing to let go of the past and accept the future, she could accept it.

But she realized she was wrong.

She found that she simply could not accept the other person's disappearance, could not accept that the other person had come down the mountain because of someone else, even if that person was her daughter. She could not accept that all of this had nothing to do with her, could not accept that more than ten years had been nothing but wishful thinking.

What I find most unacceptable is never seeing him again.

If that's the case, then it would be better not to come down the mountain in the first place. Even if it's just a rock forever, at least you'll still be in front of me. At least I can see you before I die, and at least I can stay with you after I die.

She mobilized the entire Yukinoshita family's resources, but in the end, she found nothing.

At that time, Yukinoshita Miyami truly believed that the young god had left.

He ignored Yukishita's family and her completely.

One night, on a whim, I decided to go for a walk in the mountains and found him standing at the foot of the mountain, lost in thought.

He had shrunk considerably, and his eyes had become much more expressive. His pupils were no longer as black as ink; they seemed to have lost some of their color.

It was no longer a lifeless lake; it began to flow like a spring.

No matter what, I must stay by his side.

Yukinoshita Miyami made her decision the moment she embraced him.

Yes, no matter what, even if the reborn him is Yukino's childhood friend, even if his love for Yukino is no longer concealed.

If I give up like this, what meaning does my life have?

With this mindset, Yukinoshita Miyami stepped into his life as his wife.

I wash his clothes, prepare his breakfast, lunchbox, and dinner every day, go for walks with him, go to the fireworks festival with him, prepare New Year's gifts, and sleep in a warm kotatsu.

This kind of life is no different from that of a married couple; it's so touching and fulfilling that it makes you want to cry.

But I want more.

Because it's unsafe.

There is still a possibility that he will leave.

She leaned back on the sofa, and Yukinoshita Miyabi reached out and hugged the person who was playing on their phone, pressing herself against them.

Nomiyama paused in his phone-pressing, turned around, and faced her face to face, very close.

With a hint of concern, he asked, "What's wrong? You seem a little upset."

Yukishiro Miyasu opened her mouth.

She found herself unable to say anything in this situation; the rising desires she felt were shattered by a single glance of his concern.

"Remember to tell me if anything happens, don't keep it to yourself." Nomiyama leaned in and kissed her soft lips, then pulled her into his arms and continued using his phone.

Yukinoshita Miyabi's face flushed slightly. She turned her body and nestled against him, watching him press the phone screen.

Looking at Yukino's message on the screen, she whispered, "What's wrong, Yukino-san?"

Nomiyama rested his chin on her shoulder and neck: "Yukinoshita feels like I did something to Eriri this time, but I really didn't do anything."

Feeling the warmth on her neck, Yukinoshita Miyami whispered, "Really nothing was done?"

Reaching out, he pinched her cheek and pulled her closer: "At most, I helped her resolve her inner conflicts. As for other more intimate matters, I basically got kicked a few times by Eriri."

"really?"

"It couldn't be more true," Nomiyama said confidently.

Then he hesitated and said, "It seems that Eriri has changed a bit after being comforted."

"change?"

"It's okay, it's the good thing."

Nomiyama sent the last message, then opened Haruno's chat window, and the message that popped up was quite direct.

Big, super big, young lady: [Brother-in-law, you didn't use Eriri to cheat on me this time you went to Tokyo, did you?]

Yukinoshita Miyabi's eyelid twitched.

Brother-in-law? Green? Can these two words be put together?

Nomiyama casually replied to the message, then tilted his head: "Hmm? Jealous?"

Yukinoshita Miyami tried her best to look angry: "Yeah, I'm jealous."

So Nomiyama threw his phone aside, turned her around, and pinned her down.

"Then how can I avoid being jealous?"

Yukino Shinobu suppressed her joy and turned her head away: "I'm jealous no matter what."

There's really nothing we can do about that.

Nomiyama leaned closer and bit her lip.

......

Yukinoshita Miyabi carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, took two steps back to look at them for a while, and then stepped forward again to straighten them out once more.

Nomiyama sighed helplessly, reached into his yukata, revealing a large expanse of his chest skin. He casually remarked, "Wearing a yukata, there's no need for so much formality."

"No!" Yukinoshita Miyami stepped forward, pulled his hand out of his yukata, and then straightened his clothes.

Her expression was serious: "You can't just casually drape it inside your yukata like that; it's completely impolite."

Nomiyama, unsure what to do with his hands, could only look at her thoughtfully: "Don't want me to be seen by others?"

Yukinoshita Miyami nodded decisively: "Not at all."

She carefully adjusted her yukata: "Boys should pay attention to their image when they go out and avoid being too revealing."

Nomiyama took a step closer and smiled: "Jealous?"

Yukinoshita Miyami said seriously, "I'm just jealous. Why should others be able to see this?"

Nomiyama scratched his head: "Foolish woman."

He stepped towards the entrance, saying as he went, "Are you really not going to the fireworks festival?"

Yukinoshita Miyami followed closely behind him, replying softly, "Yeah, I'm not going. I hope Kazehaya has fun this time."

So Nomiyama turned around and looked at her.

When can we go together?

Under the snow, Miya Amatsu lowered her head.

"Wait until I'm ready."

"Oh." Nomiyama opened his arms. "Then give me a kiss."

Yukinoshita Miyabi immediately rushed over and embraced him.

After a long while, until she felt her breathing quicken, she let go, but didn't leave; instead, she pressed her cheek against his.

"Actually, I don't want you to go." (Sniffle)

“Yes, I know.” Nomiyama reached out and stroked her hair.

"Next time, even if you refuse, I'll still pull you over." Nomiyama sucked on the soft flesh of her neck.

So be prepared.

After saying that, he turned around, pushed open the door, and went out.

Yukino Miyabi reached out and steadied herself against the wall, her eyes filled with increasing resentment.

She's getting better and better at flirting, but she's completely irresponsible; she flirts and then runs away.

......