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Yukino Yukinoshita loosened her grip, no longer biting, but tightened her hold a little more, and said in a muffled voice, "I used to say that I hated you so much."

Nomiyama was silent for a moment, then finally reached out and patted her bottom: "I felt like I deserved to die back then. I had clearly planned to marry you, but in the end, I caused this mess that couldn't be salvaged. It's all..."

"I don't actually hate you."

Yukino Yukinoshita interrupted him, leaning her head against his shoulder and neck: "I don't hate you. It's not that love outweighs hate; it's that I don't hate you, I never have."

"I like you, I love you, more obsessively, crazy and irrationally than you can imagine."

The 311th wedding is a blend of the past, present, and future.

I like you, I love you, more obsessively, crazy and irrationally than you can imagine.

Nomiyama never expected her to say such a thing, let alone use such words to summarize and describe this relationship.

"Then let's be even more obsessive, crazy, and irrational. Anyway, I like it, and I'll only like it more in the future. You'd better like me until... many years later, hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years."

He didn't object, but continued to carry her on his back, walking peacefully towards the other side of the twilight world. Cherry blossom petals drifted past his eyes, and he bit one of them.

Yukino Yukinoshita whispered, "I will love you until you stop loving me."

Nomiyama naturally replied, "How could I not like you?"

He turned his head away, dissatisfied: "And why assume that I might dislike you someday?"

Yukino Yukinoshita stared at him for a moment, then pinched his face: "I'm worried that one day you won't like me anymore, is that okay? Put me down."

Nomiyama crouched down slightly to put her down, then took her hand and continued forward: "Don't worry, I'm very loyal. I heard Yukishiro Yukiyomi say that I once stood on a rock and watched the human world for six thousand years without moving. And even from my current memories, I liked watching ants a thousand years ago, and I still like watching ants now."

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment: "You mean I'm an ant?"

Nomiyama picked a few cherry blossom petals with his free hand: "What I mean is that Yukinoshita is a million times more complicated than an ant. I need to observe her for a very, very long time."

"You're still saying I'm an ant, or at most an ant a million times more complex."

"Don't be unreasonable."

"You said I was being unreasonable."

"Yes, I said you're being unreasonable."

Yukino Yukinoshita met his gaze, then turned her head away: "This is the last time."

Nomiyama bit two cherry blossoms himself, then offered her two more: "You're being unreasonable."

Yukino Yukinoshita opened her mouth and bit down.

"pain..."

Nomiyama withdrew his finger, the teeth marks clearly showing that he had used a lot of force.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him and hesitated for a moment: "Does it hurt?"

Nomiyama grinned: "Actually, it doesn't hurt."

So he got kicked.

As the evening glow faded on the horizon, I crossed the intersection with its traffic lights.

Nomiyama led her to the coastal highway.

He looked toward Tokyo Bay harbor, where the setting sun cast twilight upon the ships, cruise ships were setting off, and fishing boats were returning to shore.

He shifted his gaze back to the shadows of the two figures forming a line, stepped onto them one by one, and called out her name: "Yukino Yukinoshita".

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't look at the harbor, but simply leaned over, took his hand, and let their shadows intertwine and press together: "Mmm."

Nomiyama felt the sea breeze on his face and chuckled, "Many people say you're cold, like snow."

Yukino Yukinoshita picked up his hand and began to play with his long, slender fingers: "Isn't that right?"

"It's not like that here, anyway."

"It seems I've been too good to you."

"Does 'being nice to me' mean you want to hurt me the first time we meet?"

Nomiyama bent his index finger and hooked it around hers: "When I first met you, I actually thought your indomitable spirit was cool, even though you definitely couldn't beat me."

Yukino Yukinoshita continued to pinch his fingers with her other hand: "So you had feelings for me from the very first time we met."

"Hmm?" Nomiyama thought she was a bit narcissistic. "I just think he's handsome. Yukinoshita, don't try to change my memories."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained calm: "If someone is about to attack you and you don't find it unreasonable but rather cool, then either their thought process is abnormal or they have ulterior motives. Choose one."

Nomiyama remained unfazed: "My thought process is abnormal."

In short, it wasn't me who had the first thought.

"hehe."

"Don't change the subject. What I mean is, at the beginning, Yukinoshita wasn't what you call cold to me."

"Um, any more?"

“And another thing,” Nomiyama continued, “For example, they all think you’re very serious, but when we met you, you were just an awkward kid like me.”

He chuckled: "You even started cooking with me at my house every day when you were nine years old. I always felt that you were not the type to be strict or serious."

Yukino Yukinoshita thought of those evenings when she cooked at his house on a small stool. Her expression remained unchanged, but she stopped playing with his fingers and instead clasped her hands together: "Is there anything else?"

Nomiyama tightened her grip on her hand and softened her voice: "And they think you speak unpleasantly, that you're talking nonsense, when you're actually quite funny."

Yukino Yukinoshita was quiet for a moment, then turned her head away: "This might be true. It's strange that you find it interesting."

"Nonsense, how could I be acting strangely?"

“You’re practically making me sound like I have no flaws, Nomi-san-kun. There is no one in this world who is without flaws.”

Yukino Yukinoshita held his hand tightly and smiled: "When I was little, I thought my sister was perfect. She could do anything. I was not as good as her, and everyone I met thought so too. So I tried my best to learn from her. But after I met you, I found that you have an even more exaggerated and perfect talent than my sister, but your personality is extremely bad and you don't hide it at all."

"As I gradually became familiar with you, I gradually gained the courage and confidence to face my sister. Your presence shattered the sense of superiority that talent can bring. I began to realize that no matter how outstanding one's talent is, it is impossible to be without flaws. Even if you are my sister, I am not completely inferior to her."

Nomiyama became awkward: "Why do I feel like you're subtly implying that I was childish in the past?"

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled even more gently and moved closer: "But Nomi-san-kun, children should be childish."

Nomiyama pouted: "I've never thought you were childish."

Yukino Yukinoshita blinked, knowing he was talking nonsense, but still asked, "Well, what does Nomiyama-kun think of me?"

Nomiyama used his free hand to count: "Proud, mature, correct, intelligent, all-around, gentle, beautiful, strong, hardworking, handsome, confident, romantic, elegant."

Yukino Yukinoshita watched as the fingers closed and opened repeatedly, and exclaimed, "I have so many good points, I can't count them all on two hands."

Nomiyama walked onto the harbor, watching a flock of seagulls flutter away, his eyes shimmering: "When I met Yukino Yukinoshita, she looked just like this."

Yukino Yukinoshita had no objection, but pinched his waist: "Add 'unreasonable' to it, so it doesn't seem like love is blind."

Nomiyama scratched his head: "Alright, there's still some unreasonable behavior."

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

"Ok?"

......

Port of Izu City.

The three-masted sailboat was quietly moored, and exclamations came from the deck.

"Me, the officiant???"

Hiroki Natsume pointed to himself, and after receiving a nod of approval, he looked down at his clothes.

Sportswear, casual pants, slippers.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together: "When are you going to have the wedding? I'll go order some clothes first."

Nomiyama and Yukinoshita exchanged a glance, then looked at him: "No need to order, now."

"Now??"

Natsume Hiroki's eyes widened: "Aren't you going to have a more solemn wedding?"

Nomiyama smiled at his startled expression: "With the starry sky as witness, elders present, and friends by your side, it is solemn enough."

He squeezed Yukinoshita's hand: "I'll go call them. You chat with the teacher for a while."

"Ah."

Yukino Yukinoshita agreed, and when he stepped off the ship, she looked at her teacher, who was still somewhat dazed, and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Natsume-sensei."

Natsume Hiroki was startled again. He quickly waved his hand and gave a wry smile: "Don't be like this, what exactly are you trying to do? What are you doing now?"

Yukino Yukinoshita straightened up and smiled: "It's to thank you for taking care of him all those years, teacher."

Thinking back to many years ago, Natsume Hiroki sighed, "Actually, I didn't do anything."

Yukino Yukinoshita gently shook her head: "Kazehaya has been alone since he was little. Without the teacher, many things at school would be more troublesome. And on a day like today, he would still appear alone. Both he and I are very grateful for the teacher's existence and help."

Looking at the grown-up student in front of him, Natsume Hiroki remained silent for a long time before finally speaking with mixed emotions: "I understand. Yukino, go keep him company. I'll stay here by myself for a while."

"Ok."

Yukino Yukinoshita turned and walked towards the cabin. Men are such creatures; they often need to process their emotions alone, even though her own man prefers to deliberately come up to her for comfort.

After taking a few steps, she turned back, somewhat curious: "Can I ask one more question? Given the extraordinary talent and abilities that Kazehaya displayed when he was young, why does Natsume-sensei still take such good care of Kazehaya?"

Hiroki Natsume paused for a moment, subconsciously thinking of spring many years ago. He looked up at the unusually clear night sky: "When I met him, he was just a starving little boy leaning against the window of a hospital room, his eyes filled with vigilance."

"I see."

Yukino Yukinoshita understood, bowed again to express her gratitude, and then turned and walked down from the cabin.

Eriri's sharp, explosive cry rang out.

"wedding!!!!!"

"Bridesmaid!!!!!"

Looking over, he saw Eriri straddling him on the sofa, shaking his head.

"Where's mine?! Where's mine?!!"

Without saying a word, Yukino Yukinoshita walked over there and met the gaze of her smiling older sister.

Without changing her expression, Yukino Yukinoshita explained, "I need my older sister to be here as an elder."

Yukinoshita Haruno had no objection; she simply maintained her smile: "What about mine?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him: "Ask him."

Nomiyama raised his hands in surrender on the sofa: "I've thought it all out! Really! It just takes time to put it into practice!"

Yuki took two steps, bent down, and looked him in the eye.

Nomiyama said earnestly, "Really, I've thought about every single wedding."

Eriri Sawamura sat on his lap, looked at her best friend with a calm expression, and gritted her teeth: "I want Yukino to be my bridesmaid."

The cabin fell silent.

Yukino looked at her younger sister with a half-smile.

Nomiyama turned his head and quietly observed.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Eriri looked at each other, then Yukino turned her head away.

"Don't do it."

"Yukino Yukinoshita!! You're using me as part of your game again!!!"

Eriri Sawamura pounced on her with wide eyes.

Nomiyama silently closed his eyes.

You'd be a fool to think you could beat her.

......

Hiroki Natsume looked at him: "Yasu Haya Nomi, do you take this woman to be your wife, to marry her, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, for all else, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"

Nomi Yamakaze smiled and said, "I'm willing."