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Nomiyama stared at her intently.

Yukino Yukinoshita met his gaze and put away the flowers in her hand.

"Iris, Nomiyama Iris."

Nomiyama blinked.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked away from the lake and said, "I only prepared a nickname for her, Hanako."

Nomiyama also looked at the lake, but hooked her finger twice with his: "Aren't you also thinking about romance and poetry? Why are you asking me?"

Yukino Yukinoshita slapped away his fidgeting hand: "You're the one who has to decide what flower name to use, and you're the one who has to decide whether or not to use a flower name at all."

At this point, she smiled and tilted her head: "I also need to know if you think of flowers, and whether you think of the same thing as I do."

Nomiyama didn't ask what would happen if they hadn't thought of going together, but it certainly wouldn't have been good...

He looked at the lake. The irises in the lake were prepared for her earlier. If she hadn't been pregnant and hadn't been by the lake discussing the names of the flowers, they would have been left to grow naturally.

iris.

He raised his lips and said, "She should get along very well with her older sister, Ziwan."

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly: "Shiwan is too impulsive. If possible, I hope she can learn more from Shiono."

"Would you like her to be quieter?"

"I hope she can be more well-behaved. Ziwan is too unruly, and Xingye has never been interested in worldly matters. In a sense, you, as a father, don't know how to take care of children. I will inevitably have to deal with some matters, and at that time I can only ask Shuangnai to take care of her younger sister. Shuangnai is well-educated, gentle, and just right for your first child."

Nomiyama was somewhat unconvinced: "How can I not know how to take care of children? I know everything and can teach anything."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him: "You want to teach Iris to squat on the ground and eat noodles like you? Shiwan has picked up that habit of yours."

Nomiyama's mouth twitched as he defended himself: "I didn't make Ziwan learn this. I was just squatting in front of the chicken coop eating noodles that day, and she brought over a bowl herself."

After saying that, he muttered to himself, "Wouldn't it look nice if the father and daughter ate noodles together..."

Yukino Yukinoshita was quiet for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll take it as a father-daughter relationship. Now explain what's going on with that ship. You gave the highest level of access to the three of them, and now they can use that ship to run around in the Star Sea without us being able to control them."

Nomiyama didn't seem to care: "It's alright, I can find them no matter how far they run, and the permissions are the same, you also have the highest permissions."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed softly: "It's not a question of whether you can find them or not, it's that they are only four years old. You gave a ship that can travel through the stars and destroy planets to a few four-year-old children."

Nomiyama shifted his gaze. "It's alright, they're all good kids, they won't do anything bad."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him for a while, then said helplessly, "Anyway, it's one thing for you to play with Iris after she's born, but don't interfere with my teaching her."

I have a feeling it will be very strict...

Nomiyama seemed to be deep in thought.

“It’s not about being strict, it’s about being serious. Everyone in the family is too easygoing. She needs a serious voice to teach her.”

Stop trying to read minds...

Nomiyama took her hand and said, "Just do as you see fit. But don't force her to have a certain personality. If possible, I hope my children can follow their hearts and do what they want to do."

Yukino Yukinoshita pinched him gently, her voice soft: "Of course, she is my and your child, how could I force her?"

Nomiyama rolled his eyes, leaned down, and listened intently to her lower abdomen once again.

Yukino Yukinoshita helplessly hugged his head: "How many times do I have to say it before I start? I can't hear you."

Nomiyama listened to the distinct rhythm and felt the rise and fall of her breath: "I'm just feeling Yukinoshita-san, it has nothing to do with Hanako."

"idiot."

Yukino Yukinoshita helped him sit on the wooden bed behind her, placed his head between her legs, and rubbed his hair: "There's something else I need to tell you."

Nomiyama put his legs up on the bed and lay back: "Hmm, what is it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita brushed aside his white hair, revealing his forehead, and placed her hand on his neck: "In a few days, come to work with me at the company."

Nomiyama closed his eyes.

He fell asleep.

Yukino Yukinoshita moved her hand and rubbed her tummy: "Hanako, your father doesn't seem to like being with you. We mother and daughter are really..."

"Oh my god..." Nomiyama opened his eyes helplessly. "For a month, you'll eat all three meals at home. After a month, the business matters will be handled by Haruno, and you'll have to stay home to rest and prepare for childbirth."

Yukino Yukinoshita replied calmly, "Yes, I'll listen to you."

Nomiyama closed his eyes, faced her, and said nothing.

Yukino Yukinoshita gently stroked his hair, a slight smile playing on her lips.

So, for most of the next month, the two of them would be alone together. As for the explanations from their families, well, she was just following his arrangements. As for what he would do, well, shouldn't a husband be there to protect her from the storm?

Nomiyama shivered, opened his eyes, and glanced at her, who was smiling.

Well, they're definitely plotting against me again.

Yukino Yukinoshita pinched his earlobe, looked at him peacefully with his eyes closed on her lap, and remained quiet for a while.

A gentle breeze swept across the snow on the mountain, bringing a touch of coolness.

She looked at his snow-white hair and reached out to stroke it: "Why didn't you let go back then?"

Nomiyama shifted his head, pressed it against her lower abdomen, and embraced her: "In the torrent of time, love is a tiny thing; it's gone as soon as you let go."

Yukino Yukinoshita placed her hand on his neck, feeling his heartbeat: "Time is infinite, a river with no visible source and no visible end. One day, I will no longer be able to stay with you."

Nomiyama paused slightly. With him around, the length of life could disregard time. So it wasn't a question of whether or not one could live forever, but rather a question of being tired and no longer wanting to live.

He opened his eyes: "Once you have all left, I will disperse and return to the sea of ​​stars."

Yukino Yukinoshita rubbed his cheek with her thumb: "I thought you were going to say you wanted to go back to the past and start over."

Nomiyama lay back down and looked into her eyes: "This moment is the only one. When it's over, it's over."

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled: "It seems I'll have to hold out until the very end and spend a long time with you in undisturbed time, when they won't be around."

Nomiyama grasped her hand and squeezed it: "Why do you have to fight for it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita's expression returned to calm: "I didn't want to fight, it's just that none of them will let me go."

Nomiyama shut his mouth; what's next is definitely...

"It's all your fault."

Yukino Yukinoshita pinched his cheek: "You're the one who caused all these problems."

Nomiyama turned to face her again, his voice muffled: "Yukinoshita..."

Yukino Yukinoshita paused, stopping her grip on him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Nomiyama pressed his hand against her little belly: "Don't you blame me? Even without me, you could have lived a good life, instead of going through so much like this."

Yukino Yukinoshita gently touched his head, and they looked at each other. Her long black hair fell down, covering his forehead, cheeks, and lips.

"Kazehaya, you are my second friend."

"Ah."

“If it weren’t for you, Eriri wouldn’t have rushed up.”

"Not necessarily. Maybe next time you're being targeted, that idiot will rush to your aid. She's always inexplicably brave."

"Maybe."

Yukino Yukinoshita moved her legs and placed him on the bed, then lay down herself, facing him on her side.

She carefully put her arm around his waist, leaned closer, and rested her head against his, their eyes level: "These things are not important."

These things aren't important? Does that mean Eriri isn't important?

Nomiyama's eyebrows twitched: "Eriri will get angry if she hears this."

Yukino Yukinoshita blinked twice: "Ahem."

Your cough won't help, I heard you.

"What I mean is, there's something else more important, because of you, Eriri and I are now best friends."

Nomiyama's eyes filled with doubt. Was he really her best friend?

Yukino Yukinoshita pinched his cheek, slightly annoyed: "Are you going to listen to me or not?"

Nomiyama pulled her hand away: "I'm listening, please continue."

Yukino Yukinoshita pulled her hand away from his and continued to touch his cheek, but this time she didn't pinch him. Instead, she used her fingertips to stroke his lips: "Nomiyama-kun, you've been ignoring one thing all along. Our meeting wasn't about one person's fate changing, but about both of us changing."

“I know myself very well. Without you, I would never have grown to the point of rebelling against my sister and mother. It’s not a lack of talent, but a flaw in my personality. Your presence has distorted and deformed my entire personality.”

Looking into those deep blue eyes, Nomiyama thought to himself, "Isn't this even worse?"

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled: "This is not a bad thing. Only when I change my personality can I control my two relatives. In a sense, you can see it as me taking a big step forward on my own."

"For a long time, I felt that I could solve most problems on my own. After meeting you, I felt that as long as you are here, we will hardly encounter any problems in this world, because our talents are so outstanding that any problem that requires talent to solve is not a problem."

She pinched the lip and felt it was quite thick; no wonder it felt so good to kiss.

"Later I realized that talent can't solve everything; what can solve everything is character. It wasn't until then that I was sure I could face any problem. Although the process was so agonizing that I wanted to take you with me, at least I've made it this far."

"Don't think about such things, because if I say it like that, I can't help but wonder if it would have been better if you hadn't met me. With your talent and your personality, you could have lived without any worries without me. You could have gotten whatever you wanted in this world, and you wouldn't have had to face that difficult choice because of me, let alone face life and death."

You have plenty of freedom.

Nomiyama's eyes flickered: "That's the only way."

"If I want to reach heaven, I must meet you."

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped rubbing her lips with her fingers, and a smile appeared in her eyes: "Night on the Galactic Railroad, the Southern Cross Station that can reach Heaven."

"Am I your Southern Cross Station, Nomiyama Kazehaya?"

Nomiyama flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and pressed his lips to her neck.

"Am I your Southern Cross Station?" Yukino Yukinoshita

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his hot breath on her neck: "Ah, you are my Southern Cross Station."

"Yes, you are also my Southern Cross Station. I need you, otherwise I can't go to heaven."

Nomiyama's lips moved little by little, swimming over her neck, climbing up her chin, and finally pressing against her lips, his teeth gently biting down.

He met her gaze.

Chapter 310 Let's get married and have a wedding.

"Aren't you eating enough?"

"If that's enough, you'll kill me."

Am I really that heartless?

"Maybe by then."

"You sound like you know me very well."

"Because I'm your husband."

"Oh? With that certificate, Nomiyama-kun always feels very confident."

"I'm not very confident. I'm always worried that Yukinoshita might tear up her ID card and start a divorce one day."

The wind stopped.

Yukino Yukinoshita brushed the long hair that was hitting her cheeks aside and looked up at him who was holding her.

Nomiyama lowered his head, lightly touched her forehead with his lips, and looked into her eyes: "Let's go and finish the wedding. We still have the ceremony to hold."

Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head and snuggled closer to him: "The first document was with Kato, the wedding was with Kato, the ring was with Kato, and the child was with Kato; it was our fault back then, so as long as Kato can do it and find a way, I have no objections. It's just that it seems like she took everything away from us."

Nomiyama was quiet for a moment before hugging her and saying, "You know I'm an orphan. Over the years, if I had to talk about elders, there's only one person here. So I probably only have one elder here."

Yukino Yukinoshita was stunned. Yes, an elder's testimony is required.

Her hands tightened, and her voice became strained: "My mother can no longer come, so I can only ask my sister."

Nomiyama helped her up, turned to look at her, and asked, "Do you have any ideas or requests? I'll do it."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him for a while, then smiled and shook her head: "Since we're going to see Natsume-sensei, there's no need for so many formalities. I don't want to make it too complicated. Let's have him act as our witness and just go through the motions."

She stood up, detached herself from his body, and then reached out, her plain white dress automatically slipping onto her: "Oh, and let Eriri be my bridesmaid."