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"You know, actually, among all of you, I like Yang Nai more than Hui."

Yukinoshita Yukinoya was also looking in that direction, her face pale, but with a rare gentle smile: "Perhaps it's because I'm similar to her? I'd give almost everything in this world to Yuko, because she's my only sister."

"But he's the only one I won't give up, because he's my only love. I can't give everything away, otherwise I don't know why I'm alive."

"With this in mind, I don't mind breaking all the rules, but you can't do that. You're very different from people like us. If Yang Nai had met him first, no matter what you thought, you would have suppressed your emotions and made yourself regretful and depressed for the rest of your life. You're not as obsessive as her when it comes to pursuing your own preferences."

Yuko Kitahara, who had grown up a bit, stood beside her older sister and glanced at her with complicated emotions.

Yukino Yukinoshita did not reply to these words immediately, but waited until they left the three-masted sailboat and returned to the noisy city of Chiba.

She looked away, then turned to the opposite side, her expression calm.

“She is my older sister. From the beginning, I have always looked up to her as my role model. It is only natural that she is better than me.”

"Even now, I still don't think I'm better than my sister in terms of people and social skills. Maybe apart from violence, I'm not better than my sister in almost any other way, but I don't care about that. She's my sister, and I've always thought she's amazing. She's amazing, and I'm only happy for her and then I'll try to be like her."

Xue Wan revealed an interested look. She took out a bottle of wine, twisted it open, took a sip, grinned, and continued to wait for the other party to give an explanation.

Kitahara Yuko also looked over, quietly waiting for the answer.

Behind them, Xingye, who had been squatting to observe the red wildflowers, stood up and turned to look at the person with a cool and aloof demeanor.

Only Huang Quan is fishing, oblivious to everything else.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at their expressions, then turned her head to look at the person being chased and beaten by her older sister in the mall.

After a moment of silence, she smiled gently, her expression tender and confident.

"However, this is only when it comes to who is more suitable to fall in love with Nomiyama-kun."

She turned her head to look at the snow falling late into the night.

"hehe."

297 The moon will always have its phases of waxing and waning.

"hehe."

【Hehe】is a very useful word or way of joking. It is similar to 【en】, simple and convenient, yet it can have multiple meanings. It can be a soothing laugh or a gentle laugh.

Of course, more often than not, it's a mocking laugh.

Yukino Shinobu looked at her junior across from her, raising an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Kitahara Yuko looked at her sister's hair, which was starting to be blown around by the wind, and helplessly put her hand on her shoulder: "Sister, calm down."

"I'm not going to fight, Yuko." Yukinoshita Yukiya didn't make any further moves. She just looked at the person opposite her with a half-smile. "The most suitable person to fall in love with? Don't forget, I was the first one to meet him."

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "I'll confirm my relationship with him first."

The next line after the snow fell was: "I spent the most time with him."

Then Yukino Yukinoshita smiled and said, "His first time was with me."

Kitahara Yuko watched the two pale-faced people arguing back and forth, then silently retreated. She didn't care anymore; if they started fighting, he would come over anyway.

As Xingye listened to them recount the past, she lowered her eyes, walked to the lake, and began fishing.

Instead of their nonsense, let's look forward to dinner. I wonder what he'll cook.

......

"In 'Tokyo Love Story,' there's a scene where the female lead, Rika Akana, talks to a plant. I've always wondered if that scene depicts her as lonely or not."

Yukinoshita Haruno reached out and handed him the shopping bag.

Nomiyama took the eleventh shopping bag and felt a bit like a housewarming guest.

Upon hearing that statement, he replied without hesitation: "Of course I'm lonely. When I'm not lonely, I don't actually need to talk. Even if I'm alone in a quiet place for a long time, I'm not lonely, and I simply don't have the desire to speak."

Yukino turned to look at him and clicked her tongue: "For example, when you were watching ants on the mountain all those years, you were just watching and observing. You would never think of saying anything to the ants."

Nomiyama nodded seriously: "I've watched ants for many years, watching them come and go, carrying insects and chicken entrails, but I've never wanted to say anything to them."

Yukinoshita Haruno seemed thoughtful: "So, you've never talked to yourself?"

“Yes, I have.” Nomiyama walked to her side and said with a smile, “After you left that day, I began to understand human emotions, and then I started talking to myself.”

Yukino thought for a moment, then reached out and took the shopping bag from his left hand.

She walked forward, sighing, "Men, I almost forgot something."

Nomiyama nudged her with his elbow: "Okay, you go ahead."

"For many years, I stared at ants endlessly; the sight itself was quite lonely."

"Huh? Great angle, as expected of Hina-senpai."

"Heh, you should learn from me. I know a lot."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

......

"I'm curious about something."

Yukino added sugar to her latte and stirred it.

Nomiyama threw all the shopping bags back onto the sofa at home. Upon hearing this, he turned his head and asked, "What? What are we having for dinner?"

Yukinoshita took a sip of her coffee, then said disdainfully, "Stupid man, is your head only filled with meat?"

Nomiyama pouted: "Then don't eat it."

Yukinoshita blinked, immediately sat down next to him, and reached out to link arms with him: "No, man, let's cook together tonight. I'll make you my latest recipe."

Nomiyama's eyes widened slightly: "What kind of dish?"

Under the snow, Yang became smug: "Of all the lands and regions, only meat is used to make soup."

Nomiyama moved to the side of his seat, his disgust palpable: "Isn't that just stewed meat soup?"

Yukinoshita Haruno held onto him tightly: "You have to believe me, I have a special method, it will definitely taste better than ordinary meat soup."

Nomiyama stopped fooling around with her. He sat up straight, picked up his latte, and took two sips: "You still haven't said what you're curious about."

Hearing this, Yukinoshita Haruno stopped pulling him and leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder while looking out through the French windows.

The sun is shining brightly today, a beautiful golden color.

"I wonder, if I were the first person you met after you came down the mountain, would you have fallen in love with me?"

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at her strangely. He reached out and tugged at her head, forcing her to look him in the eye, his tone tinged with suspicion.

"Are you Yukinoshita Haruno?"

Yukinoshita Haruno didn't say anything, but just gave him a knowing look.

"Why would Yukinoshita Haruno ask me this question? Isn't this inevitable? Even if I met you a second time, wouldn't you still have led me back to the same path?"

Nomiyama stopped leaning against the sofa and sat up, cupping her face in his hands, and said earnestly, "If you give Yukinoshita Haruno back to me, she definitely won't ask such an idiotic question. She'll think..."

"I think if she was the first one to meet them, there wouldn't be any surprises or problems later on, and no one would be able to disturb them."

After Yukino finished speaking, she opened her mouth and bit his finger.

Nomiyama withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping around the coffee shop: "This is outside, after all. Behave yourself. You can do whatever you want when we get home."

Yukino smiled, leaned against him again, then shifted a bit, and finally snuggled into his arms.

She said with some regret, "I just wanted to confirm it with you, but now that I have, I feel even more sorry."

“If it were me, Yukino would keep to herself. That woman would never be able to find you. As for Eriri and Megumi, they will never have any further stories with you.”

Nomiyama let her take his hand and use it as a toy, speaking softly: "The stories in this world are always one coincidence connecting to another, ultimately forming a predetermined destiny."

He leaned back on the sofa, his voice low and somber: “Actually, everything was destined to be torn apart, because as long as I live, I will definitely go find that bastard Xue Xia Xue Wan. This is my fate with her. I can’t let her really disappear a thousand years ago.”

After a moment of silence, Yukino Yukino finally uttered a single word: "Damn it."

She sat up, pulled away from his embrace, then moved her coffee over and gulped it down: "Let's go! Let's go somewhere else!"

Nomiyama pulled out a tissue, wiped her lips, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yukino stood up and hurriedly pulled him along: "Let's go to the market and buy some fresh seafood."

Nomiyama stood up as she did: "Oh, okay."

Yukinoshita walked along, then turned back curiously and asked, "What are you planning to cook tonight?"

Nomiyama sneered: "Stupid woman, is eating all you think about?"

......

Nomiyama was cooking conch while thinking about something.

For example, sea snails generally take two years to reach sexual maturity, and their egg-laying period is about 5-8 months, but their lifespan is only about three years. It seems like a busy, boring, and not very romantic life for snails.

After thinking about it, he stopped thinking about it.

Who cares, as long as it tastes good. We'll pick out the snail meat and process it later.

He turned off the stove, turned around, his gaze passing over Hui who was helping him chop vegetables, and landing on the person humming as they walked into the kitchen.

Or rather, it fell into her hands.

Yukinoshita pointed to the bird she had just plucked from its feathers: "Use this to make a meat soup, it will be absolutely delicious."

Kato Megumi stopped chopping vegetables and turned to look at her.

Nomiyama opened his mouth, then gasped, "You killed those two pigeons?"

Yukinoshita Haruno didn't take it seriously: "Killed one, what's the big deal? Aren't pigeons kept for food? You killed three yesterday."

Nomiyama felt a headache coming on: "It's different. I specifically kept two."

Kato Megumi sighed softly, "I'll explain it to Aster later, and then let her eat it."

Yukino finally realized what was happening. She shifted her feet and handed the featherless pigeon to him: "You did it."

"..."

......

Dinner, at the dining table.

Nomiyama carefully placed the clay pot in front of his youngest daughter.

Ziwan looked at the other people and found that only she had it, so she looked at him in confusion.

A jerk like that won't suddenly start favoring only himself.

Nomiyama took the soup spoon, stirred the pigeon meat inside, and explained, "Eri and Sayuri raised two pigeons for you and Sayuri. This one is for you, and the other one is for Sayuri later."

Ziwan looked up at the upstairs and said in a low voice, "Oh."

Nomiyama patted her head and turned to go back to his seat.

"Do you want some, Dad?" Ziwan tugged at his sleeve, blinking her eyes. "It's just Mom and me, and I feel a little embarrassed."

Nomiyama reached out and pinched the little girl's soft cheek, saying softly, "I had a portion of the pigeon soup yesterday, and I've already eaten it. Don't overthink it; this is what she prepared for you."

“If you really want to share,” Nomiyama said, glancing at her two other daughters sitting beside her, “well, you can give some to your two older sisters.”

"No, thank you." Shiono shook her head gently as she looked at her sister's gaze. "Aster can eat it herself; pigeon tastes very good."

That was a gift that Eriri specially prepared for her younger sister. She couldn't be shameless enough to enjoy it, unless it was a pigeon raised by their father, in which case she would snatch it.

“I don’t like eating pigeons.” Xingye refused simply, then thought about it and felt that her tone was a bit stiff, so she added, “If you like to eat them, I’ll go up the mountain and raise more for you later.”

"Fine." Ziwan sat on her raised chair, stirring the soup with a spoon, and pouted. "Actually, I don't really like pigeon that much. Eriri is just being nosy."

Nomiyama took the rice bowl from Megumi and glanced at his youngest daughter.

Why is her personality a bit like Eriri's in this aspect?

......

"Are Xingye and the others sure they don't need early childhood education?" The woman's voice was gentle and calm.

Hearing what Megumi said, Nomiyama turned off the lights and hugged her: "No need. Instead of deliberately instilling ideas, let them think for themselves. They are smart and not bad kids. As time goes by, they will find the elements they need to grow up from the various things they encounter."

Kato Megumi rested her head on his arm, looking at the ceiling that was still pale in the night: "Kazehaya is very sure that his child is a good child."

Nomiyama's reply was simple: "I'll beat anyone who says my child is bad."