Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Her voice never stopped rising and falling throughout the journey.

"Bluebell, a very simple name, isn't it? It grows abundantly in forests, everywhere you look. When I was little..."

Taking a nap on the grassland, caressed by the gentle breeze, I rolled over and nestled in the embrace of flowers. Then I ran home.

No one would have the heart to interrupt her joy at this moment.

"Ah, this..."

Eliza Shimizu paused, crouched down, and picked several flowers.

Purple flowers adorn the night, their four cross-shaped petals resembling the shape of rapeseed flowers.

It swayed gently from side to side under the bright moonlight.

"Kikuri~ Come on, try it on! Shima, come on too—"

Eliza Shimizu said, "This is a February orchid. Although its name includes February, it can also be found in March."

The camera ended up in the hands of Mingze Feng.

The finished product was criticized by Iwashita Shima, and Hiroi Kikuri also came up to her, intending to say something to Narusawa Kaede.

The quality of the photos taken by Mingze Feng for the three of them...

Well, all I can say is that Sony's photos are still very clear.

At that moment, Eliza Shimizu walked over with her hands behind her back.

Golden strands of hair brushed against her profile, and a subtle smile graced her delicate face, making her appear relaxed and joyful, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Hehe..." said Eliza Shimizu, "Guess what I'm holding in my hand?"

Mingze Feng saw that she was hiding the flower she had just received behind her back.

Mingze Feng said, "Flowers."

"Of course, it's not grass anyway."

Eliza Shimizu continued, "Guess which flower it is~ Hint~ The answer is among the flowers I just mentioned~"

Its Chinese name is February Orchid, also known as Silver Fan Grass.

Mingze Feng was about to speak when he suddenly froze.

Beside Eliza Shimizu, a different introduction slowly unfolds.

[Honesty, scientific name Lunaria annua, also known as silver fan grass]

Honesty means honesty, integrity, and frankness. However, nowadays... it also means an exceptionally good man.

Hmph...you wouldn't understand anyway.

[That's what I admire about a man as frank as you.]

Honestly... I've fallen for the way you reject me... I'm really... hopeless.

Eliza Shimizu tilted her head, somewhat displeased that Narusawa Kaede hadn't said a word.

Her voice unconsciously grew louder.

"Give me your hand!" Eliza Shimizu called out.

Mingze Feng, of course, didn't reach out. He glanced left and right, intending to pull someone over to help him out.

But at this moment, Kikuri Hiroi had disappeared somewhere. Shima Iwashita looked down at her camera and walked back the way she came.

The two of them are now able to read the room—

Of course, there's another possibility.

Naruzawa Kaede looked into Shimizu Eliza's eyes.

He did see what he wanted to see.

In other words, Kiku and Shima have really been won over by her in advance, and they will help her act as her wingmen, or at least make Iwashita Shima turn a blind eye.

Mingze Feng remained silent.

Nature, which had been filled with various noises, seemed to suddenly grow cold. Only the moonlight remained, shining on the chilly wind.

Eliza Shimizu deliberately widened the curve of her lips. Her smile became larger, but also more stiff.

Even their bright eyes shimmered with ripples under the moonlight.

The eyes that met Mingze Feng's gaze were already starting to strain.

[You're supposed to cry, you're supposed to cry, but you're not allowed to cry!]

But tears are what flow down your face when your eyes are full.

When the first tear slid down my cheek.

Eliza Shimizu couldn't help herself; she bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Naruzawa Kaede took a step forward and took out the handkerchief he had taken from Yamada Ryo from his pocket.

A soft handkerchief was gently wiped on Eliza's soft, supple cheeks.

The moonlight, blurred by her tears, lingered on her delicate cheeks.

Eliza Shimizu opened her eyes, staring blankly at Kaede Narusawa's gaze and his profile...

The gesture of Mingze Feng wiping away her tears.

"What's this all about..."

Eliza Shimizu's voice trembled in the night.

Naruzawa Kaede held his breath slightly, his fingertips caressing Shimizu Eliza's cheek. The touch was warm and soft.

Eliza Shimizu was crying so hard that he had to cup her face in his hands and wipe it back and forth with his thumbs, trying to wipe away the tears before they fell.

Her face, bathed in moonlight, appeared somewhat unreal.

Her eyes, too, seemed to be bathed in moonlight, their crystalline light so bright that Mingze Feng couldn't bear to look directly at them.

Similarly... I can't bear to let go.

Eliza was always smiling, smiling. It was as if she were born without the ability to feel pain. From the first time I met her until now, even a frown was a rare sight.

But the girl who always smiled was now in tears, her lips trembling.

It's like hating yourself.

Mingze Feng felt a tightness in his chest.

"Alright, alright..." Mingze Feng comforted her, saying, "I haven't received the flowers yet."

"What flowers?!"

Eliza Shimizu gritted her teeth. Still clutching the silver fan grass, she gripped Naruzawa Kaede's hand.

It was ripped open in one go.

The purple petals drifted two or three meters away on the breeze. Only the handkerchief remained clutched in Mingze Feng's hand.

Immediately following was Eliza Shimizu's crying.

"Who's going to give you flowers now, you bastard! You don't deserve it!"

Tears streamed down her face, shimmering in the moonlight. Eliza Shimizu could no longer contain her emotions.

Seeing her like this, Mingze Feng reached out again without hesitation, placed his palm on the side of Shimizu Eliza's face, and wiped away her overflowing tears.

Eliza Shimizu didn't move, but as Naruzawa Kaede did his work on her face, a complex and indescribable feeling welled up in her heart and mind.

Clearly... she had already started throwing herself at him a long time ago.

Clearly... you've been rejecting me all along...

[Gentle advances... no way, I don't want that! It's all because of this jerk... pushing me away like before...]

[Clearly, I've tried so many things before... but none of them worked, I just...]

I can't breathe...

Eliza Shimizu couldn't breathe. She pushed away Naruzawa Kaede's hand again, opened her mouth wide, and cried out.

"You've suddenly become like this, and I... I'm just..."

Naruzawa Kaede looked at Shimizu Eliza.

Eliza Shimizu didn't say what came next.

But Mingze Feng knew what she wanted to say.

—Wouldn't they be utterly routed?

Mingze Feng's hand landed on Eliza's cheek once again, feeling her rapid breathing and her uncontrollable trembling.

Eliza Shimizu bit her lip hard, trying to control herself and stop her tears.

But I couldn't help it.

Tears flowed like a burst dam.

It was like a final, desperate struggle that was ultimately broken by that sliver of warmth.

Eliza Shimizu could no longer suppress the trembling in her voice; even the corners of her mouth trembled slightly from crying, her mouth open as she gasped for breath.

"You just... think I'm some shameless piece of paper, waiting to laugh at me!"

Eliza Shimizu took a deep breath and roared out as if she had used up her last bit of strength.

"What kind of nonsense is this belated tenderness?!"

The night breeze carried away Eliza Shimizu's roar, and also her last bit of pretense.

Ming Zefeng took a deep breath, reached out, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and slowly pulled her into his embrace.

Where tears have slid, there is always a slight coolness.

Mingze Feng's clothes were soaked with her tears, and the night wind blew by, revealing a hint of cold dampness.

I understand...

Eliza Shimizu can withstand indifference, tolerate perfunctory treatment, and still smile and approach after being pushed away time and time again.

But this belated tenderness.

It made her feel really annoyed.

This feeling is like your whole body is about to sink in.

This is the feeling of a fish about to drown in the water.

I hate this feeling of not being able to resist wanting it...

"..."

Ming Zefeng raised his hand, his fingertips landing on her cheek again, gently wiping away her tears.

"I'm neither honest nor frank. I'm not a very good man."

"Do you even need to tell me..."

Eliza Shimizu's emotions had stabilized considerably, but her voice was still somewhat choked up.

Mingze Feng seized the opportunity and teased, "If you keep crying, your makeup will be ruined."

Eliza Shimizu sniffled, her voice soft and broken, tinged with a sob.

"Who told you to... suddenly do this...?"

Eliza Shimizu couldn't help but pout, "I hate you, I hate you so much!"

Eliza Shimizu muttered something similar.

But behind Naruzawa Kaede.

The arms that had wrapped around his neck gradually tightened.

One person's hug turned into a hug between two people.

Mingze Feng released her hand, ruffled her hair, and said softly:

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."