Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

"There's nothing to see here. I've been watching this for three years, that's enough."

This statement contains both helplessness about the past and uncertainty about the future. She didn't want to appear too vulnerable, nor did she want to become a burden to Zhaoyang.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang felt a mix of emotions. He reached out and gently stroked Jian Wei's hair, his movements so tender as if he were afraid of disturbing her world.

“Jianwei, no matter what happened in the past, it should not be a reason for you to reject happiness. You have the right to pursue your own happiness, the right to be loved, and the right to love.”

His voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly emanating from the depths of his heart, striking directly into Jianwei's soul.

Jianwei's body trembled slightly as she felt the sincerity and warmth in Zhaoyang's words.

She slowly turned her head and looked into Zhaoyang's eyes, where she saw a familiar light, as well as a firmness and gentleness she had never seen before.

At that moment, she seemed to see hope, and she also saw the flame that had never been extinguished deep within her heart.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the conversation between Zhaoyang and Jianwei flowing slowly on.

A faint sadness permeated the air, but it was also mixed with a subtle sense of relief and hope.

On this night, two people who once missed each other may be finding each other again in a new way.

Chapter 564 So Sweet!

Night had fallen, the stars twinkled, and the city's hustle and bustle gradually subsided, leaving only the sparse streetlights along the streets casting a soft, dim glow.

The bar door slowly opened, and a group of slightly tipsy men and women stepped into the quiet night.

Their laughter and conversations echoed through the empty streets, adding a touch of life and energy to the quiet night.

Zhao Yang and Jian Wei walked side by side at the front of the group. Although their steps were slightly unsteady, their eyes showed a rare understanding and peace.

The surrounding air seemed to soften because of their changes, as if even the wind carried a touch of gentleness.

Behind them, Mai Sakurajima's steps began to feel heavy from walking for so long, and her face showed signs of fatigue.

Seeing this, Kitahara Makoto walked to her side without hesitation, squatted down, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Come up, I'll carry you."

Mai Sakurajima was taken aback for a moment, then blushed and smiled shyly, nodding slightly.

The moment Kitahara Shin carried Sakurajima Mai on his back, the atmosphere in the entire group instantly reached a climax. Everyone cheered and teased, with laughter and banter rising and falling.

"Wow, you two are showing off your love so much!"

"Oh, how sweet!"

"Look at her and then look at you, you have absolutely no sense of romance!"

These words contained both envy and teasing, yet they all revealed the close bond between the friends.

On the street, their shadows stretched long under the streetlights, creating a series of heartwarming and amusing scenes.

Mi Cai, CC, and Le Yao walked hand in hand, their silvery laughter ringing out from time to time.

Their faces radiated youth and joy, as if the whole world had become a better place because of their smiles.

The buildings on both sides of the street appeared exceptionally quiet in the night, with the lights of the high-rise buildings twinkling like stars.

Echoing the stars in the sky, it adds a touch of dreaminess and romance to the night.

Occasionally, a vehicle would drive by, leaving long streaks of light before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Kitahara Shin carried Sakurajima Mai on his back, his steps steady and powerful, his face beaming with a happy smile—a smile of satisfaction and pride from caring for his beloved in every way.

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Mai Sakurajima hugged Kitahara Makoto's neck tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, her face beaming with sweetness and peace of mind.

Her long hair swayed gently in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance that intertwined with Kitahara Makoto's aura, creating an indescribable warmth and harmony.

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Zhao Yang and Jian Wei, who were walking at the back, exchanged glances from time to time. Their eyes held both a sense of letting go of the past and an expectation for the future.

They knew that no matter what the future held, this moment tonight would be forever etched in their hearts, becoming a shared memory and treasure.

The night grew deeper; the people grew more and more drunk. But in this intoxication, they rediscovered a long-lost innocence and joy, as if they had returned to that carefree age.

On this street filled with laughter, they ran and laughed freely, leaving all their troubles and worries behind, leaving only each other's company and warmth.

Chapter 565 Mai: Go take a bath!

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the streets gradually subsided, and everyone finally succumbed to exhaustion, deciding to end this unforgettable night.

They hailed a few taxis at random by the roadside, and as the doors opened and closed, they embarked on their journeys home, a mixture of reluctance and satisfaction in their expressions.

Inside the hotel lobby, soft lighting illuminates every inch of the space, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

Supported by his friend "723", Kitahara Makoto staggered into the room. The door closed gently, shutting out the outside noise and leaving only a quiet space inside.

Inside the room, the lights were set to their softest setting, creating a warm and private space.

Kitahara Makoto staggered to the bedside, his body collapsing involuntarily, as if all his strength had been drained away at that moment.

He closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the soft mattress, the occasional whisper of the night wind outside the window in his ears, and his heart was at unprecedented peace.

In the bathroom, Mai Sakurajima was taking off her clothes, preparing to wash away her fatigue.

She stood under the showerhead, the warm water washing over her skin, carrying away the day's dust and fatigue.

The bathroom was filled with the fresh scent of shower gel, which mingled with the steam to create a hazy and alluring atmosphere.

Her long hair, wet with water, clung to her cheeks, adding to her delicate and charming appearance.

Kitahara Makoto lay on the bed, the sound of running water coming from the bathroom filling his ears. The sound was like heavenly music, making him feel more relaxed and at ease than ever before.

He opened his eyes, stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, and his thoughts drifted back to the past.

Those dreams and goals that once ignited his passion and drove him to pursue them relentlessly now seem to have lost their former luster.

He suddenly realized that he had spent the first half of his life seemingly running around and searching meaninglessly, while neglecting the most precious things around him—those ordinary and warm daily routines.

Just then, the bathroom door opened gently, and Mai Sakurajima walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

Her hair was wet and clung to her body, and her cheeks still had water droplets on them, making her look even more beautiful and refined.

She walked to the bedside, looking at Kitahara Makoto's slightly confused eyes, and a surge of tenderness welled up in her heart. She softly urged him:

"Kitahara, you should go take a shower too, and get some rest..."

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Makoto did not immediately get up, but sat up and reached out to pull Sakurajima Mai into his arms.

He held her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his own body.

Mai Sakurajima was stunned for a moment, then blushed and lowered her head shyly, but did not struggle.

The two embraced quietly, without saying a word, their heartbeats and breaths mingling together.

Kitahara Makoto felt Sakurajima Mai's warmth and softness, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and happiness welled up in his heart.

He suddenly realized that the best days were not the dramatic, challenging ones.

Instead, it's like this: snuggling together with your beloved 2.9-year-old, sharing every ordinary yet heartwarming moment.

After a long while, Kitahara Shin finally released his embrace, smiling as he looked at Sakurajima Mai, his eyes filled with tenderness and love. He whispered:

"Okay, I'll go take a shower now."

After saying that, he turned and went into the bathroom, leaving Mai Sakurajima alone by the bed, her face beaming with a happy smile.

Chapter 566 Kitten Sakurajima Mai

The moment Kitahara Makoto stepped into the bathroom, it was as if he had entered a tranquil world that belonged only to him.

He gently closed the door, shutting out all the noise from the outside world, leaving only the sound of water and his heartbeat to intertwine into a melodious nocturne.

He stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water flow gently along his skin, washing away his fatigue and dust, and seemingly dispelling the heavy fog in his heart.

His expression became unusually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, as if at this moment, all his troubles had flowed away with the water.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the fresh scent of shower gel filled the air, mixing with the steam to create a dreamlike atmosphere.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. Water droplets slid down his cheeks, reflecting his tranquility and contentment at that moment.

The bathing process became exceptionally enjoyable. He meticulously cleansed every inch of his skin, as if performing a ritual to celebrate the end of the day and look forward to the start of a new one.

Soon, he felt his body was completely relaxed, so he turned off the shower and picked up a towel to gently dry his body.

After wrapping himself in a towel, Kitahara Makoto stepped out of the bathroom, his steps light and cheerful. He walked to the mirror, picked up the hairdryer, and began to dry his hair.

A warm breeze gently caressed his scalp, bringing waves of comfort. He closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort and ease.

His thoughts began to drift away, recalling every warm moment he had spent with Mai Sakurajima, filling his heart with gratitude and happiness.

After drying his hair, he put down the hairdryer and turned to walk to the bedside. Moonlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, draping the entire space in a soft, silvery veil.

He gently drew back the curtains, letting more moonlight stream in and illuminate the entire room. Then, his gaze fell upon Mai Sakurajima.

Mai Sakurajima was already asleep in bed, her sleeping posture like that of a docile kitten, curled up in a ball, looking exceptionally cute.

Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, emitting a faint fragrance that mingled with the scent of the shower gel in the room, creating a unique atmosphere.

A faint smile graced her face, as if she were having a sweet dream. That innocence and beauty deeply moved Kitahara Makoto.

Kitahara Shin quietly approached the bedside, careful not to wake her. He leaned down and carefully examined Sakurajima Mai's sleeping face.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she might wake up at any moment; her breathing was even and gentle, like a spring breeze caressing the surface of a lake.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her cheek, feeling its delicacy and warmth.

A warm feeling welled up in his heart—a deep love and gratitude for Mai Sakurajima.

He knew that with her by his side, he could bravely face any difficulties and challenges he encountered.

He sighed softly, then lowered the curtains, turned and walked to the bedside table, where he placed the hairdryer.

After doing all this, he returned to the bedside, gently took off his slippers, and climbed into bed.

He carefully lay down next to Mai Sakurajima, afraid of waking her.

Then, he reached out and pulled Sakurajima Mai into a tight embrace. Her body was soft and warm, as if she were his most solid support.

He closed his eyes, feeling Mai Sakurajima's breath and heartbeat, and his heart was filled with peace and contentment.

He knew that this moment of happiness was so real and precious.

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