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Since he survived, the polar night in the Arctic had receded, but it has now reappeared and has been lasting for a long time.

The starry sky here is much more beautiful than in Chiba. The stars truly form a sea, and the aurora borealis cuts streaks across the sky.

He's been coming here a lot lately, spacing out. Yukinoshita tacitly approves of his behavior, while Eriri is too lazy to care. It seems that all she cares about now is food; she doesn't want anything else.

Sniffling, he stood up, took off his clothes, and leaped off the massive glacier, smashing through the ice and diving into the Arctic Ocean.

The air fell silent, the wind blew again and again, and then a person smashed his head against the ice and jumped out of the water.

Nomiyama jumped naked onto the glacier.

Ignoring the ice shards on his body, he simply put on his clothes, picked up the musk ox again, and started jumping in the familiar direction.

He leaped through the air, his gaze sweeping across the landscape. He looked at a white wasteland and a slowly moving white dot on it.

He leaped over and landed with the musk ox.

He got up, glanced down at the polar bear he had sat on and killed, and nodded in satisfaction.

He reached out and took the polar bear's hand, then the musk ox's hand, and led them home.

Anyway, it's not far, so everyone can just take a walk back.

He looked down at the polar bear's beautiful white fur, pondering whether to give it to himself or to them after he had dealt with it.

He actually felt that there was a lot of fur on the three of them's bed lately, but Eriri seemed to have some kind of collecting obsession, and she would get angry if he said he wanted to throw it away.

"If only I could eat this," Nomiyama thought regretfully, then paused in his tracks.

He turned his head and looked in a certain direction of the wasteland.

There stood a person, barely visible in the wind and snow.

She was wearing a blue and white kimono similar to the one worn by Yukinoshita.

It was a gift from him.

Chapter 264 Eat Me!

After finishing her barbecue, Yukino Yukinoshita soaked in the hot spring for a while. Afterwards, she got dressed, sat on the small slope, and began to think about some things.

Eriri Sawamura picked a tomato from the field, took a bite, and approached her before sitting down, remaining equally quiet.

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head, glanced at her, and said softly, "Eriri, is there anything you want?"

"No." Eriri Sawamura took another bite of the tomato, and some juice dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Yukino Yukinoshita took out a handkerchief, wiped her face, and murmured, "I see."

"Really not." Eriri Sawamura took a big bite of the tomato and chewed as she said, "Oh, it's not that I really don't have any. I've been craving watermelon lately. I remember buying some seeds. Maybe I should try to encourage it to ripen?"

Yukino Yukinoshita watched her silently, and finally smiled: "I'll listen to you."

"Hehe." Eriri Sawamura hugged her and leaned against her.

Yukino Yukinoshita ruffled her hair and looked up at the starry sky.

Eriri Sawamura released her, looked up at the stars in the sky, and asked in a slightly softer voice, "Yukino, are Grandpa and Grandma up there?"

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head: "No, reincarnation exists in this world. Grandpa Ivan and Grandma Sasha must have been reincarnated."

“I see.” Eriri Sawamura rested her chin on her hand.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Ivan and Grandma Sasha are good people. They will be reborn into a good family and have a life without worries," Yukino Yukinoshita comforted her.

Eriri Sawamura thought about those things and didn't say anything.

“He gave his blessing, believe him, um, luck except for fishing.” Yukino Yukinoshita ruffled her hair.

"It seems so." Eriri Sawamura felt relieved. She patted her knees and prepared to get up to pick something to eat from the field.

Before getting up, she looked at Yukino and noticed that she had turned her head away, as if looking at something.

Eriri Sawamura frowned, sensing the distance extending from there, then annoyed, she stood up.

"Yukino, wait a moment, I'll go take care of this." She said, preparing to rush over.

Yukino Yukinoshita took her hand, stood up, and said calmly, "No need, let's go take a look together."

......

Nomiyama, dragging a bear in one hand and a cow in the other, arrived at the edge of the woods. He turned to look at the approaching people, his expression complex.

"Long time no see." He abandoned the bear and the cow and turned to face her.

In the blink of an eye, the person had pounced on them.

She hugged herself tightly, her head bobbing slightly against her chest.

"Thank goodness, you're still alive."

Reaching out, Nomiyama patted Gong Yu's head, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Alright, stop acting like a child. Let go and go get me some firewood."

Yukinoshita Miyami moved her hand, but obeyed his words, let go, rubbed her eyes, and stepped back.

She put down her bag, looked at the trees on both sides, reached out, uprooted two trees, dismantled them, evaporated the moisture, piled them up in front of her, and set them on fire.

Nomiyama turned around, looked at the polar bear on the ground, took out the kitchen knife that Grandpa Ivan had given him, and began to process it.

He squatted down and soon removed a peeling hind leg, then cut it into pieces.

Yukishiro Miyasu made a few more sharp wooden branches and handed them to him.

Nomiyama pierced the pieces of meat and inserted them into the fire. Then he sat down, looked at the bright yellow flames, and warmed his hands by the fire.

He asked softly, "How did you know I was here?"

Yukinoshita Miyami sat carefully to his right. After hearing the words, she explained, "It's the Spencer family. They mobilized a lot of people and even satellites."

"Is that so?" Nomiyama couldn't help but smile. "They didn't even come to find their king?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi relaxed a little: "Because Sayuri stopped them, they dared not disobey Sayuri."

"I see."

Nomiyama reached out and turned the roasted bear meat over, remarking with a touch of melancholy, "I actually thought it would be Haruno who came."

Yes, he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later; under the snow, she had not completely erased the traces of the three of them.

“She wants to come over, but I think she’s too impulsive and might cause trouble,” Yukinoshita Miyabi said cautiously, looking at him.

Nomiyama tilted his head to look at her, focusing on her right cheek, where she was wearing makeup with noticeable traces of concealer. Miyabi usually didn't wear makeup.

"So you got into a fight with her?"

"Hmm." Yukinoshita Miyabi turned her head away, not wanting him to see.

Nomiyama reached out and rubbed his fingertip against that spot, then laughed: "You're still as cunning as ever. You could have easily fixed the wound, but you still chose to leave it there and then put on makeup to make sure I noticed."

Yukinoshita Miyasame lowered her head: "Mmm..."

Nomiyama withdrew his hand and continued to flip the bear meat by the fire.

Yukinoshita Miyami looked at him, hesitated, and asked, "Kazehaya, aren't you angry with me?"

"Blame you?" Nomiyama shook his head, then stared at the fireworks, somewhat lost in thought. "It's nothing to be ashamed of when emotions are hard to control and you end up making some designs for them. If I had to say, I, who accepted you, am also implicated. We are accomplices."

He laughed, grabbed a small piece of firewood and threw it into the fire, causing a burst of sparks: "If I had to blame someone for this, I would probably blame Xuexia Xuewan the most. That bastard did all sorts of things and then died peacefully, without caring about my life afterwards."

"Let's torture each other, Gong Yu."

Yukinoshita Miyabi murmured, "I'm sorry. If it weren't for my greed, Kazehaya's life would have been..."

Nomiyama interrupted her, "Stop talking."

So Yukinoshita Miyami stopped talking and just looked at him with her knees drawn up to her chest.

The firelight illuminated the night, and the two fell silent. Only the crackling of the burning firewood echoed under the starry sky, and the cold wind blew by, but did not stir their shadows that were close together.

"Kazehaya, can you tell me about what happened during that time?" Yukinoshita Miyami asked softly.

“She’s going to die, and I’m going to follow her.” Nomiyama used a very simple description.

Then his eyes paused slightly, he turned his head to look at his side, and after a moment, he turned back to continue looking at the barbecue.

"I see." Yukinoshita Miyami murmured, "It seems our family owes Sawamura Eriri a lot."

Nomiyama didn't say anything, but simply plucked a branch and handed her the grilled meat: "Eat up, you must have been waiting around here for a while."

"It won't be long, just three days." Yukinoshita Miyami took the grilled meat and took a big bite.

"Hmm." Nomiyama took his own and started taking a bite.

He ate the meat in large mouthfuls, just as he always did.

Yukinoshita Miyabi swallowed the meat and looked at him: "Kazehaya, you seem to be in a bad state."

Nomiyama glanced at her, chewed vigorously, and swallowed: "What's wrong with it? Eat and drink as usual, and you still sleep soundly. Don't overthink it. Eat quickly, the roasted bear meat tastes terrible if it gets cold."

"Oh." Yukinoshita Miyabi listened to him and took a big bite of meat.

The two ate their meat quietly, each chewing continuously.

Until one moment, someone threw a branch into the fire, then looked at the person gnawing on a piece of meat, their eyes gentle: "Kazehaya, there is actually another way."

Nomiyama's eyes flickered as he looked at her.

"Kill me, Kazehaya."

The wind and snow stopped abruptly, seemingly to make way for this statement.

Nomiyama bit off a piece of meat, too lazy to even chew it, and swallowed it whole.

He looked at her coldly.

“As long as I die, Kazehaya won’t have to torture himself anymore, and neither will Yukino. I am the source.” Yukinoshita Miyami’s eyes softened, her gaze lingering on his face with longing, and then she twitched her fingers.

A hand broke through the distance and space, grabbed her neck, and pressed her down on the snow.

Nomiyama's eyes were completely indifferent: "Yukito is going to die, Yuko is going to die, Yono is going to die, Yukino is going to die, and you are going to die too. Your family really likes this word."

Nomiyama has beautiful hands, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, without any roughness; Yukinoshita Miyasame has a beautiful neck, as graceful as a swan, and as white as jade.

That hand gripped his neck easily.

Yukinoshita Miyabi could no longer breathe, nor could she speak. Her black hair was scattered on the snow, and she looked at him with longing. She reached out and touched his face, but instead of touching his cheek, she placed her hand on his brow, as if to smooth out the slight furrow.

Gently, gently.

Nomiyama released his grip and fell onto the snow. He looked at the stars in the sky and closed his eyes: "Your Yukinoshita family are all lunatics."

With a flushed face, Yukinoshita Miyabi slowly crawled toward him, finally resting on his chest: "The Yukinoshita family simply possesses the most passionate emotions in the world."

"Yukinoshita Miyaame, you cannot die. This is my request of you."

"As you wish." The voice was tender.

After a while, Yukinoshita Miyazaki looked up, brushed some snowflakes off his cheeks, and said softly, "Kazehaya, you want everything, you won't let go of anything, and you'll go completely crazy if you lose one thing. You're the crazy one."

Nomiyama didn't say anything, but just started pushing her.

Following the gentle force, Yukinoshita Miyabi moved away, shifting slightly on the snow before picking up the bag she had brought.

"There's a gift in this bag."

Nomiyama opened his eyes and looked at the bag: "What gift?"

"Kazehaya, you've turned eighteen."

Nomiyama closed his eyes.

Yukinoshita Miyami reached out and smoothed his furrowed brows, saying apologetically, "I brought the gifts for Haruno, Sayuri, and Megumi, but Mai..."

"Oh, I see."

"Ah."

Yukinoshita Miyami placed the items beside him, stood up, picked up her bag, and stepped back, saying, "The items have been delivered, I'll head back now."

Nomiyama propped himself up and stood up. He looked at the person who was backing away from him and said, "I'm sorry."

Yukinoshita Miyami shook her head: "Kazehaya doesn't need to apologize to me, he never will."

She smiled brightly and said, "I'm leaving."

"Ah."