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Nomiyama turned his head away.

Sawamura Sayuri reached out and pinched his waist. Seeing his expression twist, she smiled without changing her expression: "You'd better explain clearly what you mean by 'butterfly'?"

Nomiyama hissed and gasped, "I'll talk, I'll talk."

Sawamura Sayuri released her grip and waited quietly for his explanation.

"At once..."

Nomiyama recalled her birthday many years ago: "Back then, my red and white kimono was spread out in the water, and I thought it looked like a colorful butterfly with its wings spread out. It was very beautiful."

Sawamura Sayuri blushed unusually as she recalled the unexpected absurdity of that night, and felt somewhat reluctant to speak.

Nomiyama waited for a while but received no response.

He glanced cautiously at the person beside him who had her head down, moved his hand, and instead of nestling in her arms, pulled it out and took her small hand in his.

He spoke seriously.

"You are so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off you."

Sawamura Sayuri finally couldn't take it anymore. She glared at him angrily, then prepared to stomp on this shameless man a few times.

Their eyes met, and he looked into the earnestness in those dark eyes.

She lowered her head, and her voice also softened.

"Damn it...you don't need to say it..."

......

"What are you looking at? Are you trying to scare those fish away?"

Sayuri Sawamura stared expressionlessly at the azure passageway, where the various underwater creatures were huddled together in the corner furthest from him.

She even had a strange feeling that she was being observed by the fish.

Nomiyama sighed, "I'm not going to eat them, so why are they avoiding me?"

Sayuri Sawamura rubbed her temples, realizing she had underestimated his hostile stance towards the underwater creatures.

Nomiyama looked down at her, somewhat disappointed, and felt annoyed at the fish's lack of understanding.

So he manipulated the fish.

Move your fingers a couple of times and squeeze her hand.

Sawamura Sayuri looked up in confusion, then watched as the fish in front of her formed letters in the water.

Love

No, no, it is.

Sorry

I am sorry.

Sawamura Sayuri chuckled and patted his arm twice: "Are you an idiot? You manipulated them just to form an 'I'm sorry'?"

Nomiyama sensed that she was no longer disappointed, so he took her hand and walked out of the aquarium.

"Because I love you, you have to express it in person so that the other person can feel the emotion and sincerity."

"Then say it, say you love me."

Sayuri Sawamura spoke as if teasing.

So Nomiyama stopped her, lowered his head, and faced her, black against purple.

"I love you."

He kissed her, this time with a forceful, greedy intensity.

Sawamura Sayuri let him do as he pleased, allowing his body to be completely embraced by her, and craving him as if he were invading her.

She opened her eyes and glanced at the fish behind him that were scattering and fleeing again.

You can run away, just leave him with me.

My gaze returned to his face, settling on his eyes.

......

"There were people there just now, can't you have any shame?"

Sayuri Sawamura complained helplessly.

"But you still didn't reject me."

Nomiyama looked down as he dug into the shaved ice, then took a mouthful and looked at her.

Sawamura Sayuri forked a takoyaki into her mouth, chewing it while saying with disgust, "If I resist, you'll be arrested on the spot as one of those criminals."

Nomiyama swallowed the icy water and said smugly, "They can't beat me."

Sawamura Sayuri sighed: "Is that the point?"

Nomiyama continued digging for shaved ice. In the morning, she ate shaved ice with Aster, but she only shared one bite, which looked quite tempting.

"What are we going to do next?" Sayuri Sawamura forked a takoyaki ball and handed it to him.

Nomiyama lowered her head and took a bite, her cheeks bulging as she said, "Let's go shopping at the mall. It's been a long time since we went shopping for clothes together."

Sawamura Sayuri was quiet for a moment before looking at him suspiciously: "I always feel like you really like buying me all kinds of clothes. Is it because they keep using me as a clothes hanger that you've developed a desire for revenge?"

“How could that be?” Nomiyama denied the claim, then looked at the person next to him wearing a red lace dress and smiled, “I just really enjoy seeing you in pretty clothes.”

Sawamura Sayuri looked into his expectant eyes and turned her head away: "Whatever you want. How's Eriri doing? She hasn't replied to my messages, and she hasn't even come back with you today."

Nomiyama was even happier to see that she hadn't rejected him again. He threw aside the shaved ice box, took her hand, and said, "The deadline is in the next two days. She's probably frantically drawing her eyes with dark circles and redness right now."

Sawamura Sayuri pinched his hand: "You bastard, you've been out gallivanting for so long, couldn't you have come back to be with Eriri sooner?"

Nomiyama smiled wryly: "I can't help you either. Creation and reproduction are not the same thing. Some feelings can only be understood by Eriri, the artist. Just like no matter how many topics I discuss with Utaha, some stories can only be written by her pen."

"Shiyu?" Sawamura Sayuri realized her mistake. "Are you still causing trouble?"

Nomiyama's gaze shifted, and he quickly pulled her toward a familiar women's clothing store.

"Discount! It's a discount!"

......

At dusk, the cherry blossoms in the streets and villa area were still in full bloom.

"I'm always curious why the clothes you buy for me are mostly red."

Nomiyama was carrying a shopping bag in one hand, while she was holding his other arm.

He answered without hesitation: "Little Lily is very cool. Red is destined to be flamboyant, which suits her temperament very well."

Sawamura Sayuri remained silent.

Nomiyama didn't hear her speak, so he looked at her and hesitated, "Don't you like it? Then we won't buy this color scheme next time."

Sawamura Sayuri shook her head: "No, I also like red. If you like it too, of course it's the best."

After saying that, she sneered: "I just thought of something. You're going to go find that slut next, aren't you?"

Nomiyama's expression froze: "Uh..."

How did she become a slut...?

He leaned closer and whispered, "I'll come see you tonight."

Sawamura Sayuri finally took those steps she had held back when she went out.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

......

After lunch, Shiono glanced at her mother who was sipping tea, then lowered her head and quietly opened a book.

A gentle breeze stirred in the air. She turned her head and looked at Ziwan, who had unexpectedly come to play with her at this particular time. Her smile softened.

"You've arrived."

Chapter 293 Wind, Frost, Rain, Snow, Lily and Asters

Nomi Yamazaki has little to do with the word "correct." Of course, he rarely does things that seem wrong; he just stays quietly in his own world, too lazy to move.

His wife, Yukino Yukinoshita, understood the concept of "correctness" better than anyone else, and was even somewhat obsessed with it.

She is like a lion on the savanna, hoping that wherever her gaze falls, justice will be served.

If anyone misbehaves in her territory or does anything wrong, she will pounce on them with fierce determination, ready to bite their throat.

Nomi Yamakaze was the root of the problem for being bitten by Yukino Yukinoshita for over a decade.

He didn't care about what was right or wrong, only about what he liked or disliked. He liked the little lion cub that wouldn't let go of him, so he didn't struggle. Instead, he rolled over and bit back. He bit hard, as if he wanted to kill the clueless little lion in front of him, or as if he was holding onto his favorite playmate and not letting him leave.

So they stared at each other, rolling around on the ground covered in mud, neither willing to let go first.

Eventually, the fierce bite turned into a gentle bite, and the gentle bite turned into a lick.

As the two cubs grew up through constant play and struggle, they finally realized that even if they didn't try to grab each other, the other wouldn't run away; instead, the cubs would come over and play together.

They stopped baring their teeth, each retracting their claws, and quietly observed the deadlock between them.

The right person is eventually worn down by the dead knot until he is helpless, and can only watch as various knots appear on his body, except for his own.

The lazy person was dragged out of his own world by the dead knot, but he still insisted that he was happy as long as he liked it.

He believes that liking something is the right thing to do.

......

Nomiyama occasionally takes a bird's-eye view of the personalities of those around him, and then always finds that the people around him don't seem to be quite right.

He realized that what he called a distinct personality was just a characteristic given by his obsession; it was only when his personality traits were too prominent that people could see what he called his personality.

I originally thought Yang was a paranoid madwoman, but I found out that I was actually the same way, and not necessarily much healthier than Yang.

I originally thought Eriri was just a cute girl who was prone to tantrums, but when she exploded with emotion, she changed her true nature and became as resolute as a shooting star determined to crash into the earth.

The reason he was thinking about these things was because he was about to meet a girl who had given up everything for him.

Yes, she was a girl when they first met, and many years later, she was not much different from when they first met, except that she had shed her reserve and become more affectionate.

Girls are the ones who like to act cute and affectionate towards you.

Pushing open the door and entering, Nomiyama spoke naturally.

"I am back."

Welcome home.

Reaching out, he caught the person who lunged at him, and leaned back slightly, ruffling her hair a couple of times.

Then he looked at his well-behaved daughter standing behind him and smiled slightly: "Shaono, would you like to hug her too?"

Shino lowered her head, carefully stepped forward, hugged his leg, and said in a soft voice with barely suppressed joy, "Welcome home, Father."

Nomiyama put down Miyabi, bent down and reached out to scoop up the sweet little girl and hug her close, pressing her cheek against hers. He was somewhat surprised: "Why are you dressed in casual clothes? Did you know I was coming?"

Yukinoshita Miyami knew he was talking about her. She lifted her skirt, somewhat expectantly, and asked, "Does it look good?"

Nomiyama looked at the sky-blue lace sundress, his gaze finally settling on those deep blue eyes. A smile spread across his face: "We bought this dress together and tried it on. Why do I have to ask again?"

Yukinoshita Miyami took his free hand and said, "Because this is the first time we've gone out together dressed like this."

Ah, ne, oh—these are all modal particles. Adding them to the end of a sentence inevitably makes the speech sound more peaceful or gentle.

Nomiyama has been hearing these softened interjections from Miyami more and more often. Perhaps many years later, this woman who is cold in the eyes of outsiders will become a candy that is only sweet and soft and belongs only to him.

It probably wasn't many years later; it seems it was already many years ago.

"She looks great. In fact, I've never seen Gong Yu look bad. Even when she's crying her eyes out, I still think she's beautiful."

Nomiyama uttered simple sweet nothings, turned and left the villa, leading his two children, one big and one small, towards the street.

He was still curious about that question: "How did they know I was coming today?"

Yukinoshita Miyami glanced at her little daughter nestled in his arms and smiled: "Because Shiwan usually doesn't go to play with Shiono right after lunch. She's used to playing games on the sofa after lunch until she gets bored, then she starts looking for people to play with."

"So it's a bit unusual that she came so early this time, so she asked Shiono to check where you were."