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She didn't know, and she didn't even care.

"can."

She spoke softly, like a whale surfacing for a brief breath.

For the first time, fate didn't throw her into the deep sea, but instead offered her an unseen hand. She didn't know what kind of storm lurked behind that hand. All she knew was that Tokyo that night felt more unfamiliar than usual, yet also a little warmer.

The bar's name is simple: Valkyrie.

Xiangzi didn't understand the meaning of the word; she simply memorized the English on the signboard. The bar was completely different from the dimly lit, noisy place she had imagined. There were no flashing disco balls, no smoky drunkards, only soothing jazz music and a faint scent of wood.

The boy handed her a menu and a rag, as if he were handing out summer homework, doing it casually.

"Starting today, I'll do odd jobs and get used to the rhythm here."

He introduced himself: "Just call me Kirishima."

Xiangzi nodded, his lips moved, but he didn't say "okay".

She had never worked as a bartender before, and had barely even been inside a bar a few times. Kirishima, however, noticed her unfamiliarity and casually added, "Don't be nervous, the customers won't eat you."

Kirishima didn't ask her name, past, or age, as if he already knew she didn't belong to this city or this street. He was like someone who had been waiting for her, waiting for a drifter driven here by fate.

The job wasn't easy; wiping cups, tidying tables, and serving drinks to customers—her hands had never been so busy before. But strangely, this job made her feel at ease.

As night deepened and customers dwindled, Kirishima turned a chair around and sat down against the bar.

“It looks like a whale,” he said suddenly.

Xiangzi raised his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“You look like this,” he said, raising his chin. “Like a whale, big and strong, yet every day feels like you’re waiting to be stranded.”

She didn't speak, but lowered her head and took a sip of water. The water tasted different from seawater; it was bland and tasteless, like a life without a future.

“Whales aren’t really suited for Tokyo.” Kirishima said, lighting the cigarette that had been spinning all night. The smoke rose like a declaration, foreshadowing that the gears of fate had begun to turn slowly.

Toyokawa Shoko looked at him and asked seriously for the first time, "Who exactly are you?"

Kirishima smiled, his tone as light as the wind: "Just an ordinary hotel owner."

Toyokawa Shoko felt her question was idiotic. Perhaps the answer was actually quite simple, but she felt like a detective in the dead of night, futilely trying to uncover a layer of fog that didn't even exist.

However, at least the other party is a handsome boss, quite pleasing to the eye, isn't he? Just like her, in this bar, all the customers' eyes are on her.

The bar lights dimmed, and Kirishima pulled an old speaker from behind the bar, his fingertips casually tracing the tracklist. He stopped at a song title, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and then pressed play.

The music flowed out slowly, the deep drumbeats as steady as a heartbeat, and the bass lines warm and long, like the rhythm of waves lapping against the shore.

It's a song called "Silent Night," which became popular online a while ago. Toyokawa Shoko really likes the piano accompaniment. She also likes the lyrics, because she feels they describe her own life.

So that night, thinking about what had happened that year, Toyokawa Shoko cried for half the night.

The girl leaned against the bar, looking up at the ceiling. Whether it was the quiet air or the familiar song, her heart felt weightless, following the melody.

"Music can make people feel better," Kirishima's voice drifted in with the melody. "At least, it's more reliable than alcohol."

She didn't speak, she just nodded. At that moment, she seemed to truly believe that the music would take her away from this endless drifting.

But then the boss's voice suddenly broke the silence: "It's time to go home. Students can't stay up too late."

This seemingly casual reminder was like a needle, mercilessly piercing her fragile emotions that had just been entangled by the music.

Toyokawa Shoko felt all her relaxation crumble in an instant, so embarrassed that her toes began to unconsciously dig into the floor, as if the moment when she lied about her age was replaying in her mind.

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Chapter 130 Takamatsu Akari's Cry

The gray-haired girl stood at the entrance to the rooftop and gently closed the door, her movements so subtle that they made almost no sound.

After noticing something was wrong with the girl in front of her, Takamatsu Akari wanted to do something. So, during lunch break, the girl, like a little animal, followed behind Ichinose Wakaba.

However, the other party was elusive, and in the blink of an eye, Gao Songdeng lost track of them.

After that, I returned to the astronomy club classroom. For some reason, I looked towards the rooftop next door—could he be there?

Looking at the rooftop, the gray-haired girl ignored the "Danger on the Rooftop, Do Not Approach!" sign and walked over.

The result is

Gao Songdeng's gaze fell on the cement ground, where the boy lying there had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, his face showing the tranquility and relief that comes from being exposed to the wind and sun.

She paused for a moment, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt, and then took a small step forward.

The sound of the soles of the shoes hitting the ground was carried away by the wind. Takamatsu Teng almost tiptoed closer, as if approaching a sleeping little animal.

A few strands of the girl's long gray hair were lifted by the wind and gently brushed against her cheek, but they did not make Takamatsu Akira look away.

She crouched down, gazing at Ichinose Wakaba from a short distance, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes—as if she wanted to wake him, yet also as if she couldn't bear to disturb this moment of tranquility. She reached out, then withdrew her hand, ultimately simply hugging her knees gently, resting her chin on them, quietly staying by his side.

Sunlight streamed through the iron railings of the rooftop, casting crisscrossing shadows.

Takamatsu Akari sat there quietly, motionless, as if guarding his peaceful dream. The wind gently blew through the girl's hair, but she seemed not to feel it; her gaze was gentle, as if the whole world had quietly quieted down.

The gray-haired girl sat quietly on the rooftop, her knees drawn up to her chest, her cheeks pressed gently against her arms. She had been looking at the lying boy, but somehow her gaze was gradually drawn to the clear blue sky above.

The sky was so clear it was almost flawless, with only a few scattered white clouds drifting in the distance, like a carefree dream. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, falling on Takamatsu Akari's face and into her eyes, making her already clear eyes even more luminous.

As she watched, she found herself drawn in. The slight tension, unease, and perhaps a touch of shyness that had been lingering in her heart vanished like fleeting clouds, gently blown away by the wind.

Takamatsu seemed to feel the wind flowing down from the sky, passing through the iron bars, and brushing against her cheeks, like the sky gently breathing. And she, too, seemed to slowly merge into this blue expanse, her heart being invisibly lifted, soaring high and far away.

At that moment, she no longer thought about "whether he is about to wake up" or "whether she was being too abrupt," but was simply drawn to the boundless blue sky, quietly immersing herself in the momentary tranquility between the sky and the wind.

The girl's eyes were gentle, like a lake reflecting the clear sky. She seemed to lighten up, as if her soul had been caught by the blue sky, gently lifted up, and floated in an undisturbed, pure dream.

The sky was as blue as a freshly dried watercolor painting, spread across the world without reservation. The gray-haired girl tilted her head back, gazing silently at that azure expanse, her eyes unwavering.

She didn't know why she was so fascinated, only that the boundless expanse seemed to be beckoning her silently by some gentle yet powerful force. The feeling was both distant and intimate, like the sky that had repeatedly appeared in her childhood dreams, now finally unfolding before her eyes in reality.

Without realizing it, Takamatsu Akari stood up, her gaze still fixed on a corner of the deepest part of the sky. Her hand slowly and gently reached out, as if wanting to touch that azure, to confirm whether it would respond to her gently, like a dream.

One step, two steps, the girl was drawn forward, completely unaware of the direction she was walking. The wind blew through her hair, her skirt fluttered gently, and the shadow of the iron railing swayed beneath Takamatsu's feet. Her toes had already crossed the safety boundary.

In that very instant—

"Hey!!"

Ichinose Wakaba, who had been "asleep," suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly shifting from a relaxed, languid look to a sharp, piercing one. He barely thought; his body reacted before his mind, and he rolled over and dashed out.

"Danger!"

The girl was still lost in her dreamlike view of the sky, completely unaware of the gap beneath her feet. Just as her body tilted slightly and she lost her balance, Ichinose Wakaba's arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. They fell heavily back onto the rooftop with a thud.

The girl's eyes widened, her eyelashes trembling with shock. The boy, his face inches from hers, was panting, his voice hoarse from the effort: "You almost—"

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly. Their breaths mingled together, the wind was still blowing, and the sky was still a mesmerizing blue, but at this moment, Takamatsu Akira finally snapped out of his reverie of that boundless blue.

And he was holding her tightly.

The girl heard her own heartbeat, like the sound of a drum, rhythmic and trembling in the boy's arms.

For some reason, the face of Ichinose Wakaba, who was so close to me at that moment, slowly overlapped with the face of the person in my memory.

Sunlight fell on the wisps of hair on Ichinose Wakaba's forehead. His anxious expression, his decisive sprint in that instant, and his tight embrace of himself—all overlapped almost seamlessly with the person who had stopped him on the overpass in the past.

Thinking of that person who said, "You're the one who needs to practice more!"

Takamatsu Akari stared blankly at Ichinose Wakaba in front of her, tears welling up uncontrollably and sliding down her cheeks. Her emotions poured out like a flood, and her chest felt so tight that she could hardly breathe.

"...I'm sorry..." she said softly, her voice trembling, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault...that's why the band broke up..."

The girl lowered her head, tears falling drop by drop onto the shoulder of his shirt, blurring the line between reality and memory. The regret and guilt that had been weighing on her heart for so long had finally found an outlet.

"I didn't practice properly, I didn't listen to what you said, I'm sorry Xiangzi, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, it's all because of this that the band disbanded."

The wind was still blowing, and the world on the rooftop seemed to stand still.

Like a traveler who has finally returned to the starting point in a dream, Takamatsu Todora trembled as she uttered her deepest regrets, word by word.

Ichinose Wakaba, however, remained tightly embracing her, motionless, as if silently telling her that the pain of the past was not her burden alone.

Xiangzi: There are oxen!!!

Chapter 131 Takamatsu lamp get

The fabric at her chest was gradually soaked with tears, cool and carrying a heavy emotion that seeped into Ichinose Wakaba's heart. He didn't move, but simply held Takamatsu Akari quietly, letting her pour out all the words she had suppressed for so long.

At the same time, the pain in her knees became increasingly clear. When she rushed over to save Takamatsu Akari, Ichinose Wakaba had fallen to her knees on the rough cement without hesitation, and now a burning pain was surging up in waves.

The gray-haired girl buried her face in his shoulder, her body still trembling slightly. Tears fell drop by drop onto Ichinose Wakaba's chest, mingling with his rapid heartbeat caused by pain and danger, like raindrops falling into a lake, creating ripples that were difficult to quell.

He gritted his teeth, neither complaining of pain nor pushing her away—was she mistaking me for Xiangzi?

Thinking about how the band kept apologizing because it was their fault that the band disbanded, and there was a similar scene in the original storyline.

Subconsciously, Ichinose Wakaba imitated Toyokawa Shoko and said, "I'm sorry, I apologize for bumping into you, but you can't die!"

The girl's body stiffened at those words, as if some force had been violently drained from her. Takamatsu Akari slowly raised her head, her tear-filled eyes staring blankly at Ichinose Wakaba.

She saw his face clearly—it was indeed different; his eyebrows, eyes, and expression were all different.

From a certain angle, it looked so much like her, exactly like the person standing in the sunlight shouting at her.

And those pupils of the same color... Takamatsu opened her mouth, but said nothing; only tears silently fell again.

Then she cried even louder than before.

Because it evoked memories of the scene, and because, like that person, it was a misunderstanding, but genuinely caring.

The sun was still shining, and the wind was still blowing. A misunderstanding on the rooftop, like a drama that grew from the depths of the heart, briefly intersected two originally parallel paths of youth.

"that"

When Takamatsu Akari offered him a band-aid, Ichinose Wakaba was about to refuse. In the original story, he already felt something was off about this kind of situation; after all, such a large scrape on the hind leg after a fall, and all they got was a band-aid?

Thinking of the several band-aids on Chihaya Ai's knee, Ichinose Wakaba wondered why she didn't use gauze.

However, seeing Takamatsu Akari's adorable, animal-like dejected expression, Ichinose Wakaba faced a choice—she wouldn't have to keep facing the penguin with its gloomy face.

"Sorry, the wound is too big and the band-aid is too small."

I tried rolling up my pants, but because they were too long, I could only roll them up to expose part of the wound. And this exposed part of the wound was already too large for a band-aid to treat.

So, seeing the little penguin's disappointed expression, Ichinose Wakaba rejected the band-aid and chose gauze instead.

"I'll help you."

Because it was his own problem, Takamatsu Akari wanted to help the person in front of her treat his wounds.

But this time, Ichinose Wakaba refused again: "Sorry, I'll do it alone from now on."

"why?"

If you were refused a band-aid because it was too small, what's the reason you're being refused help treating a wound now?

Gao Songdeng felt that she was rejected because of her own fault and because of her fault.

So, tears welled up in the girl's eyes again.

Why do these female characters cry so much?

Things that seem beautiful in the world of anime may not be so beautiful in reality, just like the current situation with Takamatsu Todori.

In the world of anime, it might seem cute. But in reality, it translates to situations like crying at the drop of a hat.

And what just happened? Ichinose Wakaba was planning to pretend to be asleep until the little penguin left. But in the blink of an eye, Takamatsu Akari is about to jump off a building—what kind of nonsense is this?!

Although she doesn't consider herself a good person, Ichinose Wakaba still can't bring herself to watch others jump off buildings.

This inability led him to connect with Gao Songdeng.

"Because the wound is too big, I need to take off my pants to treat it."

Having been reincarnated in Japan for so many years, Ichinose Wakaba has also learned the subtle beauty of Japan—I've said this much, you should understand what's going on, right?

However, it seemed that Gao Songdeng did not understand the implied difference between men and women. After learning that it was not because of her, the gray-haired girl's eyes lit up again - I will help you deal with it!

While saying this, Takamatsu Akari, who had PTSD from being rejected several times and because it was all her fault, reached out to pull down Ichinose Wakaba's pants because she was afraid of being rejected again.

For a very innocent and naive girl, she didn't think that taking off a boy's pants was an unacceptable act.

Until recently, Gao Songdeng, who was attending an all-girls school, didn't really understand the distinction between men and women, and she was also a very eccentric person.

Amidst shouts of "Wakaba Ichinose, wait!", his pants were pulled down before the very eyes of the school nurse who arrived after hearing the commotion—such is youth!

After that, Takamatsu Akari began to treat the abrasions on Ichinose Wakaba's legs that she had caused because of her.