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He stopped looking at the one-sided beating below and looked up. Above the clouds, Bai Yujing was watching the show.

Yukino Yukinoshita watched her senior, sporting two panda eyes, follow him up the mountain. After a moment of silence, she reached out and began to accelerate this memory.

Nomiyama looked at her with some surprise: "Aren't you going to look?"

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "This is your story with your senior. In a sense, it is your senior's privacy. It's fine for a short time, but thirty years is too long. I don't want to pry into her life's privacy for thirty years."

Nomiyama understood and reached out to pinch her fingers: "Yukinoshita-kun is so cool."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him: "How handsome?"

Eh?

Nomiyama considered for a moment: "I want to keep the kind of handsome guy at home who's always swooning over girls?"

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head away: "A penniless pauper."

Nomiyama retorted, "Where am I poor? I make money as an entertainer, and I also get a share of my senior's royalties. I have plenty of money in my account."

"how many?"

"I didn't remember, but there were a lot of zeros."

"Okay, give me the bank card later."

"..."

Nomiyama's expression was conflicted, but he quickly calmed down and said, "Oh, okay."

It's okay. Even if I've lost my own savings, I still have money from my girlfriends and over a dozen bank cards. Donating one of my own cards won't hurt.

“Give me all your bank cards,” Yukino Yukinoshita added.

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head to look at him and smiled: "What, you're not going to keep me at home anymore?"

Nomiyama was taken aback, then his eyes lit up: "Are you really going to stay at home? I'll give it to you."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at his expectant face and choked with emotion. After a while, she looked down and said, "Let's wait a little longer. I'll hand her over to Shiono when she's a bit older."

Nomiyama looked at her, who had already given up on taking her bank card, and feigned disappointment: "Oh."

"Stop pretending. Do you think I've been watching you for years?"

"Hehe." Nomiyama took her hand and they looked down together.

Yuko was holding a knife with both hands, aiming it at his heart; the years had stained her hair with color.

This time...

Nomiyama turned his head and looked at the Sanzu River.

At this moment, she was already alone in that canyon, walking towards the path.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him and sighed, "You know what? That's the look in your eyes before you went to see her that time."

Nomiyama withdrew his gaze and met her eyes, puzzled: "Your gaze?"

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out and touched those pale eyebrows: "The past flows in your eyes, and sadness overflows from your body."

"The only difference is that you looked at me with guilt and unease back then."

Nomiyama sat down, suspended in mid-air, free from her stroking of his eyebrows. He looked down and said, "You could have stopped me back then, if you wanted to, if you were willing."

Yukino Yukinoshita sat down beside him, looking down at the boy standing blankly on the mountaintop, and accelerated again: "Yes, I can stop you, explain the pros and cons to you, weigh the gains and losses, and finally tell you that I can't live without you, then you definitely won't be able to leave."

Nomiyama turned to look at her: "But you didn't stop me."

Yukino Yukinoshita turned to his side and leaned on his shoulder: "Only in this way can my husband be saved."

"Time is long, and what we need to live together is the complete Nomiyama Kazehaya."

Nomiyama looked at the hem of the skirt beside her, white lace, swaying gently.

"Yukino Yukinoshita, I want to eat you up."

"Hmm, I can take that as your declaration of love for me."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled slightly and stood up: "Alright, I'm not watching anymore."

Nomiyama stood up and said without objection, "Okay."

"and many more."

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped what she was doing, turned around, looked at the mountaintop, and frowned: "Why are you crying for her?"

Nomiyama turned around and looked back, closing his eyes in shame. He felt embarrassed that she had seen him silently shedding tears before going down the mountain.

Reaching out, Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed his collar, her tone ambiguous: "You've never cried for me."

Nomiyama opened his eyes, unsure how to respond at first.

Is this what you're interested in?

"No, this will make me feel like I've lost to her."

"what?"

"Quickly cry for me..."

"Can't you stop being unreasonable?"

"You're saying I'm being unreasonable?"

"if not?"

"Heh." Yukino Yukinoshita reached out, tore her memories apart, and then...

Draw your sword.

Nomiyama watched that action, closed his eyes, and opened his arms: "Alright, alright, stab, stab it in the heart, I'll look down on you if you don't!"

"Ha, they really are fearless."

Yukino Yukinoshita threw away her sword, took a step, and sat down again on the bedside by the lake.

Nomiyama followed and sat down next to her, gently touching her waist with his hand: "I'm already twenty-three, I can't cry anymore, can you change your request?"

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, then rolled over and sat on his lap.

Nomiyama blinked and met her gaze.

What's wrong now?

Yukino Yukinoshita cupped his face in her hands: "It's only been a little over ten days, it doesn't necessarily mean he'll be her husband."

Nomiyama realized what was happening: "You're cheating too?"

"Cheating? Senior cheated?" Yukino Yukinoshita reacted quickly, then she said with certainty, "No need, I don't believe my luck is worse than Kato's. As long as I keep doing it today, I'll get pregnant eventually."

"Um, what if it never happens?"

"Then keep doing it."

Yukino Yukinoshita's eyes hardened as she freed one hand to reach down below.

Nomiyama felt the cool touch, took a deep breath, and then reached out his hand as well.

He lifted the hem of her skirt, slowly leaned closer, his eyes burning with desire.

"Under the snow, is it alright not to take off your skirt?"

"What are you trying to do now?" Yukino Yukinoshita glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed.

Nomiyama rolled over, pinning her to the bed, and looked her in the eye: "I like Yukino Yukinoshita when she's wearing a white dress."

Yukino Yukinoshita closed her eyes shyly: "Whatever you say."

Nomiyama leaned closer: "You can't close your eyes. I prefer Yukino Yukinoshita looking at me."

"You're asking for... so much..."

......

Nomiyama silently hugged his knees and huddled at the head of the bed without saying a word.

Yukino Yukinoshita's hair was disheveled, but her eyes were gentle, and her movements were even gentler as she stroked her belly: "She will definitely be very well-behaved."

Nomiyama's eyes flickered slightly as he prepared to move closer.

Yukino glanced at him sideways.

Nomiyama silently shrank back, muttering, "Only twice."

Yukino Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "I've done it ten times."

Nomiyama turned his head away: "It's not my fault, didn't I give you water?"

Yukino Yukinoshita scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at him: "Aren't you tired, you jerk!"

Nomiyama replied naturally, "How could I be tired being with you?"

"I mean I'll get tired!"

Yukino Yukinoshita ignored her foolish man, stood up, reached out to change into a clean dress, then stopped the blizzard and looked at him, who was wearing a black samurai outfit.

Nomiyama stretched his arms to make sure the new clothes fit him well, and after noticing her gaze, he thought for a moment.

"Baby's name?"

Chapter 309 Am I your Southern Cross Station?

What should the baby's name be?

At eighteen, she said she had decided on a name for the child, so Nomiyama didn't think about it anymore and left everything to her.

"Didn't you say you had made up your mind?"

"Hmm, I've made up my mind, so you, as the father, are prepared to ignore it?" Yukino Yukinoshita raised an eyebrow slightly.

“What do you mean I don’t care? You just need to think it through, right? I fully support you.” Nomiyama stood up, his sleeves fluttering as he leaned closer. “Let me hear her voice.”

Yukino Yukinoshita pushed his head away in disgust: "It's only just begun, what can you hear?"

Nomiyama looked at her, scratching his hair: "Can I hear your heartbeat?"

Yukino Yukinoshita gazed at him silently for a while, then said, "Instead of saying such sweet words, could you please give me some name suggestions, Nomiyama-kun?"

You clearly enjoy listening to it too.

Nomiyama silently complained to himself, then bent down and picked up a kapok flower, offering the words: "Wind, frost, rain, and snow?"

Yukino Yukinoshita refused, saying, "They've all been used."

Nomiyama offers the next word: "Romance?"

Yukino Yukinoshita thought of her quiet old classmate at home, and her eyes flickered: "I don't like using the moon."

Nomiyama, holding a kapok flower, looked at her unexpectedly and said he didn't like using the word "moon," implying that flowers could be used instead.

I looked down at the kapok flowers, then at the lake.

He took a few steps, squatted down by the lake, and stretched out his finger to lightly touch the water.

Yukino Yukinoshita watched his movements quietly, vaguely understanding what he wanted to do.

Gradually, she felt a breeze. As her skirt swayed, she saw red flowers everywhere. Amidst the vibrant colors, green branches emerged on the lake's surface, followed by blooming flowers, pale white, their petals gently swaying in the wind.

"Did you prepare these flowers for me?"

A red flower brushed against her face. She brushed her long hair, which was obscuring her vision, and turned her head to look at him as he plucked one.

Nomiyama stood up and handed it to her: "Hmm, Iris family, Iris tectorum, also known as Iris tectorum. There are many purple varieties, but I found some white ones."

Yukino Yukinoshita took the white flower swaying in the wind, and murmured as she looked at the water droplets flowing on the petals: "Iris, Iris, Jade Cicada."

She chuckled softly, "It seems these flowers weren't prepared for me, but for her."

“Perhaps,” Nomiyama flicked a flower petal twice with his fingers, “but didn’t you already have a name in mind?”

"You can use your nickname at home, and mine can be my official name in the outside world. Also, don't flick my flowers." Yukino Yukinoshita moved the white flowers to avoid his fingers.

Why is mine a nickname? And also, this flower is from my garden...