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Nomiyama looked at her.

Sawamura Sayuri remained quiet for a moment, then took out her phone and sent a message directly: "What will you do if I continue talking?"

Nomiyama replied directly: "I actually prefer three people in one room."

Sayuri Sawamura: [Utterly shameless]

Nomi Yamakaze: [Just so you know]

The two put down their phones and ate their meals in silence.

Yukinoshita Miyabi glanced at the person opposite her, somewhat surprised. Based on her understanding of Sayuri, she should have continued to provoke her at this point.

......

Sayuri Sawamura watched the two leave her house and pouted.

She went to the bathroom, took a quiet bath, then put on a bathrobe and went straight to her room.

As she entered the room, she looked at the door and hesitated whether to lock it from the inside.

Based on her understanding of that unruly scoundrel, it wasn't just a high probability, but almost certain, that he would come over after some time.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.

That bastard knows how to pick locks.

Oh well, I don't dislike it anyway.

With the door open, she walked to her large bed and sat down.

Last time, I didn't actually go back to my room to do it until the very end.

Because he and Eriri used the room.

She reached out and covered her feverish face.

I have a feeling that Eriri's illustrations ruined the characters.

She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Until I was half-asleep, until that person approached with a familiar scent.

The 279th Palace Rain, Little Lily, Hui

Let's take a walk.

Nomiyama turned to look at her: "When we were in junior high, you liked to wait for me to go for a walk every night after dinner."

Yukinoshita Miyabi was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up with him, reached out and took his arm. She whispered, "You never want to go out."

Nomiyama smiled faintly as he thought about those nights.

Yukinoshita Miyabi moved closer to him: "But you always come with me when we go out."

Nomiyama remembered that Miyabi always sat on the sofa. She never spoke, just sat there, watched TV for two seconds, then turned to look at him for three seconds, blinking her eyes.

Going out for a walk—what's so great about that? It's just walking through familiar streets, watching different people pass by every day, occasionally stopping at familiar shops, mostly buying things, and sometimes not buying anything because the familiar shops are now empty.

The familiar, pretty proprietress no longer sells oden, nor is she in the shop. The shop has been completely demolished, and only a middle-aged man with a protruding belly stands there, saying with a face full of fat that he is going to open a pet shop and welcomes customers.

Nomiyama thought he would never patronize this shop again, but he still nodded.

Pets, oh, Yukinoshita really loves cats. I wouldn't say I love them, but I like her because she loves cats, so I'll go with her to find a cat sometime.

"Kazehaya, I want to get a cat."

Yukinoshita Miyazaki suddenly thought of cats. He didn't really like cats because he knew a lot about them, and he felt that those molting creatures that couldn't be tamed were just not to his liking. After all, he preferred cats that liked to stick to him.

I hadn't thought about getting a pet before because he didn't really like them, but now I seem to have a lot of free time, so I'll have to get a small animal to keep me company. Otherwise, I can only pass the time with Sayuri Sawamura. Sayuri Sawamura? A slutty fox, a shameless slut.

“I didn’t know you liked cats before.” Nomiyama turned his head to look at her, somewhat surprised.

"I wouldn't say I like it right now, but I just think those furry creatures look kind of nice," Yukinoshita Miyami explained to him.

“Okay, I’ll find you a prettier one. I’ve been to quite a few places and seen a lot of cats.” Nomiyama agreed.

They walked along the street, where streetlights illuminated the way, seemingly an endless road with countless streetlights.

"Actually, I don't really like orange streetlights," Yukinoshita Miyami suddenly said to him.

"Hmm? Is there any explanation?" Nomiyama waited for her to explain.

“Orange always seems more like dusk, right? Every time I pass by these orange lights, it feels like I’m passing by something that’s about to end.” Yukinoshita Miyu squeezed his hand tightly. “That’s why I like incandescent lights. They look more like the sun in the sky, everything is in progress, everything has begun, and it’s still a long way from ending.”

“That’s a very insightful perspective. I’ve never heard you say anything like that before.” Nomiyama reached out his free hand and pinched her little nose. “It’s a strange feeling, like I’m seeing another version of you.”

"Because I was always worried that you wouldn't like to hear these kinds of things." Yukinoshita Miyabi's voice was softer.

"Huh? Aren't you worried now? My status has dropped?" Nomiyama prepared to withdraw his hand.

“Now I don’t think Kazehaya will get angry no matter what I do.” Yukinoshita Miyabi laughed, grabbing him to stop him from running away.

"You've discovered something terrible." Nomiyama pondered, "Should I kill him to silence him?"

"To die at Kazehaya's hands would be a blessing for me." Yukinoshita Miyabi rested her head against his arm.

"That's why I said your family is full of lunatics," Nomiyama muttered, leading her into a street.

His gaze swept across the room, and he looked at the school not far away, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes: "This school seems to have changed little from before."

Yukinoshita Miyabi's thoughts were interrupted by him, and she looked over with him.

Chiba Central Elementary School.

"It was here that Kazehaya met Yukino and that guy from the Sawamura family." Yukinoshita Miyami's eyes gradually showed interest.

"Mm." Nomiyama's lips curled up as he bent down and pulled Miyagi into his arms around the waist. "I'll show you around."

With a gentle push, he leaped over ten meters and landed in the school's passageway.

He put Gong Yu down and walked forward, his steps slightly lighter.

Yukinoshita Miyabi followed him, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

It was nighttime, and apart from the guardhouse at the main gate, the rest of the school was dark, but for the two of them, this darkness was practically nonexistent.

Nomiyama walked to the shoe cabinet, bent down to look at it with a smile, then turned around, walked to Yukinoshita's old shoe cabinet, and knocked on it.

“This used to be Yukino’s shoe cabinet. When we first met, her indoor shoes had been stolen and thrown into my shoe cabinet. I just took them out to look at them for a moment, and she was about to attack me.”

After taking two more steps, he knocked on the shorter shoe cabinet: "This is Eriri's, but she rarely has her shoes stolen, or rather, she has never had them stolen. She's strange; she was with us all year, but she rarely annoyed or targeted anyone."

Yukinoshita Miyami looked at him, who was smiling gently, blinked, and asked the question: "Did you win back then?"

"Of course, who do you take me for? I'm invincible in a fight." Nomiyama turned to look at her, thinking, "Back then, I took Yukinoshita down in one go, and then Eriri inexplicably came over to help her, and I took her down in one go too."

"And then...and then Eriri cried." Nomiyama grinned and walked out.

"Hey, aren't you going to watch anymore?" Yukinoshita Miyami thought it was unusual for him to be like this, and wanted to watch a little longer.

"I'm just taking you to a different place."

Nomiyama said something and opened his arms to her.

Yuki walked a few steps happily and leaned into his arms.

Nomiyama picked her up, his eyes darting around, his gaze fixed on the rooftop.

Push hard and leap up.

After descending from the rooftop, he put down Gong Yu and leaned on the railing: "I used to eat lunch with them here at noon, but I didn't have lunch back then. The stove at home was so high, and I was short, so I found cooking really troublesome. Therefore, Eriri would bring me lunch from home. Later, after Eriri left for a while, Yukinoshita started bringing me lunch."

Yukinoshita Miyami walked to his side, her gaze sweeping downstairs and then over the night view of Chiba outside: "It seems that Kazehaya really enjoys reminiscing about the past today."

“Sometimes, I can’t help but think about things from the past.” Nomiyama did not deny this statement. He propped his face up with one hand. “Over the past year, I have traveled all over the world. I have seen the highest mountains, the widest seas, and the most desolate deserts in the world. I have been to the ends of the earth, to the ends of the earth and to the ends of the sea.”

"After seeing so many places, I realized that I still prefer Chiba. Although the starry sky is always obscured, many streets are always the same, and the people aren't exactly friendly, I still like it here."

He pointed to a tree on campus: "Under that tree, there used to be a hole dug by ants. Every summer I would squat there and watch the ants come and go. Yukinoshita would keep me company, but she didn't watch the ants. She liked to sit next to me with a book in her hand."

"I probably don't like Chiba, I just like the memories I have of Chiba."

"As long as Kazehaya is happy, that's all that matters. Now no one will stop Kazehaya from doing what he likes," Yukinoshita Miyami said.

Nomiyama thought for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, let's go, it's time to go back and rest."

The two jumped off the rooftop, landed outside the school, and then slowly walked back.

Nomiyama glanced at the person beside him, his eyes darting around, and called out her name: "Miya Amane".

Yukinoshita Miyami turned her head to look at him: "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Nomiyama rubbed his chin, stared at her for a while, and asked, "Have you ever thought about wearing pigtails?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi was stunned: "Twin tails?"

"Yeah, pigtails. I think it would be really fun if you wore pigtails."

"Huh?" Yukinoshita Miyami didn't quite understand why it was interesting.

"Want to give it a try?" Nomiyama smiled.

"But I only have one hairband, and I didn't buy one earlier." Yukinoshita Miyami felt a little regretful, as it was rare for him to be in such a good mood.

Nomiyama glanced at the hairband on her wrist; it was black and he had given it to her many years ago.

He held out his hand, showing his wrist: "I have the same headband and stuff."

Yukinoshita Miyazaki looked at the two hair ribbons and blinked. It seemed like Yukino had given them to him.

"Okay, I'll tie you up."

After Nomiyama finished speaking, he helped her up and began to skillfully tie her hair up.

Under the snow, Gong Yu lowered her head, letting him do as he pleased.

Soon, Nomiyama stopped what he was doing, touched his ponytail with both hands to test its feel, and nodded.

He took a step back, a satisfied look on his face: "Very cute."

Yukinoshita Miyazaki reached out and smoothed her long hair, which was tied up, and looked at him happily, asking curiously, "Does Kazehaya like cute types?"

Nomiyama looked up and thought for a moment: "No, I like them all. I like Miyabi's long hair too. In fact, I like that look the most. But as for twin tails, well, sometimes I find them quite useful."

He reached out and pulled her forward, saying, "Okay, stop thinking about it, let's go home."

......

In the end, the twin tails were untied, not because they were having too much fun, but because the two of them were going to take a bath.

Nomiyama experienced the feeling of having someone else wash his body again. He sat on a small stool, doing nothing but staring blankly at the rising steam and the smooth, reflective tiles.

"Is this the norm in Japan? A wife helping her husband wash his body."

He asked about this question that he rarely looked into.

"I don't know how other people do it, but for me, I just want to follow the trend and do what couples do to get a sense of satisfaction." Yukinoshita Miyabi kept applying foam to his back and gently rubbing it.

"Doesn't Kazehaya like it?" she asked.

"No, how could anyone not like something like this, where you don't even need to move and just wait for someone you like to handle it for you? I really like it." Nomiyama remained motionless, contentedly enjoying the moment.

"Mmm," Yukinoshita Miyami responded softly.

The bathroom remained quiet, with only the occasional sound of water being scooped and rinsed.

Nomiyama felt the small hands ruffling his hair and asked softly, "Miyayu, in your eyes, have I always been the god who lives on the mountain, or someone from Chiba?"

Yukinoshita Miyabi paused slightly, then resumed as usual, continuing to play with his hair as she explained softly.

"To me, whether it's the ruthless god on the mountain or this thoughtful person now, it's all Kazehaya, from beginning to end, it's all Nomiyama Kazehaya."

"I see."

Nomiyama responded softly, hot water flowing down her hair, past her eyelashes, onto her cheeks and shoulders, and finally down her chest.

"You've been with me for so many years, through blooming and withering flowers, year after year."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Yukinoshita Miyabi's eyes stung with tears. She carefully embraced the person in front of her, her voice a little hoarse: "Kazehaya doesn't need to thank me. In my eyes, Kazehaya's existence is a gift to me."

Nomiyama grabbed her hand, turned his head to look at her, and blinked: "So, should I say I love you?"