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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 141: Final Chapter
Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.

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In the silent darkness, he heard the faint meow of a cat.

The winding road was like a giant snake entrenched in the city. In the lanes, large groups of vehicles were connected into a large area. The sunlight was bright and dazzling, and the noisy car horns rose and fell in the hot air.

The mottled shadows of the trees fell on his face through the gaps between the leaves.

The buildings in the distance stood tall, the traffic lights on the opposite side were jumping, and the pedestrians passing by hurriedly like schools of swimming fish.

He hung a paper bag on his elbow and walked to the zebra crossing.

He walked through the crowd like flowing water, and from time to time, a few long car horns sounded in his ears.

The bus left the station with a long exhaust. It was like a pair of scissors, and the broken light and shadow were scattered among the groups of buildings.

He walked past the station, passing by all kinds of shops on the street. People walking their pet dogs passed by him, and groups of female students in high school uniforms walked past him laughing and joking. The whispers of couples holding hands lingered in his ears.

The automatic door of the convenience store slid open, and then there was a habitual "welcome". There were not many customers at this time of the day, and he attracted the attention of the staff as soon as he entered.

The gilded sunlight flowed into the convenience store from the transparent glass window, and the floor tiles seemed to be coated with a thin layer of honey.

He simply glanced at the things on the shelf on one side. Originally, he had made up his mind to buy a box of strawberry milk, but when his eyes passed by the orange soda next to him, he paused.

He paused, and as if instinctively, his raised hand fell on the orange soda.

The automatic door of the convenience store slid open again, and the clouds flowing in the upper atmosphere rolled, casting patches of shadows on the city below.

The sky was bright and dazzling, and when it fell on the skin, it felt hot. The whistling wind rolled up a large amount of car exhaust, which made people's throats itch.

He raised his hand to act as a fan, and blew the air twice, and finally felt a little better.

"Meow—"

He heard the faint meow of a cat.

His eyes subconsciously followed the source of the sound, and finally fell on the pet shop opposite the convenience store. Across the huge glass window, a litter of kittens was crowded in a basket.

As if possessed by a ghost, he picked up his feet, crossed the road, and stopped in front of the window. This was a litter of kittens that had just been born not long ago. There were five of them, small and squint-eyed, squeezed in a basket covered with cushions and towels.

One of the kittens opened his slit eyes, and its amber pupils were clear and ignorant.

He bent down, put his hands in his pockets, and made a face at the kittens in the window.

"Meow—" the kitten yawned and lay back to sleep.

It was said that cats stand for more than half of their sleeping time in a day.

The ringing of bicycle bells passed behind him, and the automatic door of the pet shop slid open.

After playing with the kitten, he turned around and planned to leave, but ran into the person who was walking out of the pet shop with the cat in her arms. Her red hair looked like cinnabar on white paper with a paintbrush.

She held the cat and looked at him like this. Her amber eyes were clear and ignorant, just like a cat.

"Meow—"
The thin cat cry sounded again, and the orange cat in her arms yawned, revealing its small fangs and curled tongue, and its emerald green cat eyes narrowed into a slit.

"You look like a cat."
The person holding the cat suddenly laughed, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and the fragmented light and shadow seemed to fall into the pupils.

"Mr. Cat." She said.
The person holding the cat was laughing, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a smile like spring water.

The head tilted slightly, the red hair was like a strand of silk falling down, sliding from the shoulder to the chest, the soft lips curved upwards, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of the mouth.

The sound of car horns, the faint meow of cats, the sound of automatic doors sliding open, the whispers from the crowd, the sound of the wind whistling in the ears, all the sounds close at hand seemed to be slowly peeling away from this world, and the silence was like an overwhelming tide, instantly drowning the whole world.

The whistling wind echoed at the seaside.

The rolling waves drew a soft white line on the horizon, and the tide that rushed up drew wrinkles on the beach. After fading, new waves rushed up again, drawing new wrinkles.

The pupils reflected a very high and blue sky.

The waves crashed into the reefs, breaking into a large piece of waves like white broken jade.

The white feathers of the seabirds shone like gold in the sun, and they fluttered their wings like a galloping arrow, brushing the seawater and skimming across the sea surface.

The cries of seagulls echoed in his ears, and the rustling sound of the sea tide lingered on the beach.

He heard the sound of water splashing. On the other side of the beach, someone was stepping on the white waves and walking towards him. The wide sleeves filled with sea breeze bulged like a white bird fluttering its wings.

She was wearing white clothes and red trousers. Her red hair fluttered in the sea breeze like a red cloud. She was barefoot, and the waves that were crushed by her were like white foam.

"Hey, did you miss me?"
The person who was stepping on the waves stopped in front of him, raised her head, with a smile in her eyes, and her red hair fluttered like silk in the sea breeze.

His frown relaxed unconsciously. He bent down, holding her waist with one hand and her knee with the other, and lifted her up from the sea like a child.

Her bare feet were stained with seawater and sand, and her neatly trimmed nails were lightly pink.

After shaking her feet twice, she hugged his neck.

"I miss you very much." He raised his head and kissed his wife's lips, which were as soft as petals.

The whistling sea breeze rolled up white waves, and the torii standing on the top of the mountain hung down the ancient shimenawa rope.

"Why did you change clothes?" Satoru held Yayoi's knees and held her in the sea breeze.

In the dazzling skylight, he narrowed his cat-like blue eyes, cunning and beautiful.

"I have been wearing the same clothes before." Yayoi hugged his neck, and nestled in his arms like a cat. "I have several sets, and I wear the same clothes all year round."

"I haven't seen it." Satoru pouted, looking very unhappy.

"Does it look good?" Yayoi curled his eyes.

"It looks good." Satoru blinked his eyes, his expression was serious and solemn, and he lifted the person in his arms up, which was very serious.

Yayoi curled his eyes and seemed very happy.

"I have lived in a courtyard for a long time, and I was alone most of the time."

Under the scarlet wide trousers, the white toes swayed a few times.

Satoru paused and slowly said, "You will never be alone in the future."

Yayoi still smiled, and the smile flowed into her heart like warm water, and her heart softened.

"I was distracted for a while just now, and I had a nightmare." Satoru hugged his wife and buried his head in Yayoi's chest, and his muffled voice sounded in the sea breeze.

"What nightmare?" Yayoi touched his hair, the white hair that would curl up at the ends, brushed in the palm of her hand, incredibly soft.

"You don't recognize me anymore." Satoru's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

They stood on the busy street, the smile in her eyebrows and eyes was as clear as before, but there was no longer any familiarity.

They didn't know each other, they were just two strangers who met on the street, nothing more.

"Dreams and reality are opposites." Yayoi kissed his forehead, like coaxing a child, and coaxed the 28-year-old big cat softly, "Give you a kiss, the nightmare will fly away."

The big cat squinted his eyes and purred comfortably after being kissed by his wife.

"Wait for me." Satoru curved his lips.

"But I can't wait." Yayoi held his cheeks with both hands and kissed her husband's forehead, "I miss you so much, so much."

She once learned an ancient saying from a country on the other side of the sea.

One day without seeing you made me miss you like crazy.

This was too exaggerated.

This was her first thought when she was young and had no experience of love. However, now, she seemed to understand the feelings of the person who said this.

"It seems that we have not been apart for even a day." Yayoi said, "But I miss you so much."

Satoru was speechless for a moment. What should he say? His wife was usually cute and silly. She was always silly and cute. When she talked about love, she was three times as good as him. It's terrible.

"Come back to see me soon." The corners of her lips are raised, the sky was so blue that it is dazzling, and her curved eyebrows were beautiful and touching.

Satoru felt his heart trembling.

"Satoru." The red lips opened and closed in the sea breeze, and the fragmented light in the sky reflected the bright red. "Come back soon, my Mr. Cat."

He hugged his wife, the seawater collided and turned up white waves, and the red hair was like a red thread that entangled the fate of the two people.

The rustling sound was like the surging seawater at high tide, and the golden light was so dazzling that people wanted to cry.

It was as if the moment the door was pushed open, the white light squeezed in mightily, and the golden chains rushed out of the door madly, like a group of snakes.

There was a golden chain wrapped around his arm, warm, as if it was shrouded in a candlelight under a paper lampshade, emitting warm light.

The white withered bones entangled around him collapsed in an instant, and the jagged bones melted into the air like snowflakes, and the soft white light engulfed the shadows.

The chain wrapped around his arm was like a hand, pulling him all the way out, out of this dark world, into her world.

After the silence that overwhelmed the whole world was broken, after the swarming rustles subsided, a dark sky came into view, and the world in front of him was in a mess.

He saw the face of an acquaintance, the owner of that face had spent the most important three years of his life with him, and those three years were important enough to be branded into his soul.

Under the skin of the acquaintance was not an old friend, and the indescribable expression of astonishment made Satoru want to laugh.

At this time, his condition was obviously not good. One hand was tightly grasped his neck. The other hand was desperately trying to stop the hand that wanted to kill her, making him look like a lunatic.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry to go back to accompany my wife."

Satoru's expression was as cold and hard as an ice sculpture carved by chiseling in the expressions of the people present who had seen a ghost, and the light bursting out of his pale blue pupils was so bright that it was weird.

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The body seemed to be trapped in a soft cloud.

She saw the fire, and the firewood licked by the flames made a popping sound and a spark popped out.

Someone was sitting next to the fire, and there were a few simple grills around the fire, with a few... mushrooms on them?

"Yo, do you eat mushrooms?"

The fire illuminated the man's face, and the smile on his face was still as refreshing and bright as before. He pulled out a bunch of mushrooms from the ground and handed them over with a honeyed optimism.

Yayoi almost pushed the man's head into the fire, braised dog head, but after recognizing the other person, she forcibly suppressed her instinct and did not take action.

She took a look at the mushrooms handed over by the other person, the skin was roasted crispy, just right.

By the way, this person's mushrooms were always produced and used by himself.

"I don't like mushrooms." Yayoi said this, but still took the string of mushrooms from him.

Upon hearing this, he immediately squatted down and became depressed, and his dejection was so strong that he was about to flood.

"Hashirama." Yayoi shouted.

The other person did not move, and was depressed.

Yayoi thought about it and decided to ask a question that had been bothering her for a long time, "Did you cheat with Madara behind sister's back?"

Hashirama: "...what did you say?"
Sorry, the wind was too strong and he couldn't hear anything.

"I said, did you cheat with Madara behind sister's back?" Yayoi raised her voice.

"I didn't, Madara and I are pure friends! What on earth are you thinking about? The person I love is Mito! I've liked her since I was a child, although she is sometimes super... cruel! She became even more cruel after getting married, but I still love her, she is my wife..." Hashirama had a collapsed expression on his face, wailing and shouting at the top of his voice, "The person I love is still Mito!"

"What on earth is in your head? Although I knew a long time ago that your brain circuit is different from others..."

The tall and strong man kept chattering, like an old woman, squatting on the ground with his knees hugged and chattering for a long time, and then he was discouraged and desperate to come out again.

Yayoi looked at the mushrooms in her hand, and then looked at the mushrooms that came out of Hashirama one after another, and decisively stuck the mushrooms back into the soil in front of the fire.

The air fell into an awkward silence that made people want to pick their toes, and from time to time a few sparks popped out of the fire.

"You seem to have grown up a little, Yayoi." Hashirama Senju touched Yayoi's hair, his broad palms were like those of a father or brother, making people feel at ease.

"I... am 25." Yayoi stared blankly at the burning fire, the flames dancing in her pupils.

"More than 25." Hashirama squinted his eyes and patted her head twice.

His eyes gradually softened, he looked at Yayoi, like a father looking at his daughter, "During the years in the Uzumaki clan, your time seemed to have never flowed."

Yayoi lowered her head, the firelight reflected on her face.

"Because your heart has not grown up, there is no one teaching you to be a person." Hashirama's eyes were softened, "What Mito and I taught you was very superficial, and it did not give you the feeling of being alive."

Yayoi pursed her lips.

"You look like you've grown up well." The smile on Hashirama's face deepened, "Did you meet someone?"

"I... have a mother, I have a cat, I have friends, I go to school, I fought with people at school..." Yayoi's eyelashes moved, "Later..."

Yayoi began to recall her life intermittently, starting in Saitama Prefecture, or maybe a little earlier, from the time she was held by that pair of warm hands, and the gentle woman taught her to call her mother over and over again in her ear.

"I always fight and quarrel with someone."

Stuttering and bickering, fighting from time to time, during that time her ability to bicker with others was simply leaps and bounds.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time."

They parted ways in time.

"I have a grandfather and a younger brother."

Before leaving, her mother entrusted her to her gentle family.

"Later..."

The spring rain kept falling, and the water rolled up the scattered cherry blossoms, and the beautiful blue eyes were stained with water droplets.

"I'm married."
I got married without knowing what was going on.

Hashirama: "..."
Wait, did she omit some important process in the middle?

Yayoi held her cheek, the firelight fell into her amber pupils, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

This was the first time Hashirama saw Yayoi like this, her smile was like sweet syrup, and her pupils were so gentle that they seemed to be dripping with water.

Yayoi smiled at the crackling fire, not noticing that most of Hashirama's face was in the shadow, and his expression became particularly dangerous.

When he came to his senses, the smile on his face was mechanically stiff, and his voice was trembling, "Yayoi, you are still young..."

Yayoi blinked and told him seriously, "I'm not young anymore, I'm twenty-five."

She suddenly recalled Satoru's palm against her abdomen asking her if there would be a baby here, and her cheeks flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I think there will be a baby soon." Yayoi muttered softly, but he heard every word.

Hashirama: "..."
I #@%*...

Beast, which beast?!

No wonder he thought so. In his impression, Yayoi was just a confused little girl, silly, and she looked confused no matter what she did.

"If I hadn't come here." Hashirama heard Yayoi say at the end.

The voice was very light, like ashes that dissipated in the air bit by bit.

Yayoi buried her head in her knees, heat surged into her eyes, and the sour feeling flooded in her nose like a tide.

"I miss him so much, but I can't see him now."

Tears rolled down from her eyes, like beads that had broken off the string, smudging down, and dark water marks spread on the ground where the fire was swaying.

The cry sounded intermittently in the air.

A hand pressed on the top of her head, she looked up, her tear-stained face looked like a little cat.

Hashirama smiled, showing a mouthful of clean teeth, "Then go see him."

"But didn't I..." Yayoi looked at him blankly, as if she was still as silly as she was a long time ago, and her tears rolled down her eyes.

"Do you know why they have always been tabooed about your existence?" Hashirama helped her wipe away her tears bit by bit, with a smile on his face.

"I know." Yayoi sniffed, "I was a stillborn baby. I died when Sukasha gave birth to me."

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, "She doesn't acknowledge my 'death'."

To live was to be bound. If the body was compared to a container, then it was a container that bound the soul.

Forcefully awaken the container and curse to retrieve the dormant soul.

Sukasha succeeded.

As long as there was a little breath, the seals engraved on her back would forcefully awaken her body and unreasonably pull back her soul.

An existence that went against common sense.

People were taboo about everything that was beyond their knowledge and control.

"So you can go see him." Hashirama said with fuming with rage between gritted teeth.

Although he didn't know who that "he" was, now, the relationship between him and "him" was the same as that between her father and the wild boy who suddenly appeared from the roadside and took away his daughter!

The most hateful thing was that he had to give up his daughter.

Yayoi stared at him blankly, with tears in her eyes.

"Go, go." Hashirama touched her hair and smiled warmly, "You must be happy."

—Many of the things we wanted to do were not done, and those who wanted to be happy did not get anything.

—If you were happy, we would at least have more comfort in our hearts. We didn't seem to be so incompetent back then.

Yayoi sniffed and opened her mouth.

"Let's go." Hashirama patted his little sister's shoulder vigorously and urged, "Go, go, I will say hello to Mito for you!"

The firelight reflected the face with a refreshing smile, and he waved goodbye to her in a warm light.

She sniffed, and the sour feeling surged from her nasal cavity like a tide.

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When she woke up in a daze, her vision blurred and became clear again. She saw the white ceiling and heard the ticking sound of the equipment.

All the bones in her body were aching, as if her body had been crushed and reassembled. Moving a finger became a very painful thing.

The air suddenly felt cold and murderous, and the body instinctively rolled to the side of the bed. A knife chopped directly onto the bed, and the sharp metal tore the cloth.

"Please go on your way with peace of mind." The assistant director in a black suit raised the blade in his hand high.

Yayoi had never seen such a shameless person. Was he so comfortable letting people die?

The red-haired woman endured the severe pain all over her body, rolled to the side, dodged the blade that broke through the air, pushed down the bracket next to her, picked up the instrument next to her and smashed it at the other person's head.

Unfortunately, she was too weak and her reaction was too slow, and the other person barely avoided the attack.

When the blade was about to fall, the back of the other person's head was hit hard.

The office worker sorcerer with a thick bandage on one arm had veins throbbing on his forehead, and he put down his hand holding the baseball bat with a gloomy expression, "Sorry, my hand slipped and I didn't see it."

The sound of 'gulp gulp gulp' rang out in the air again. The head of the Zenin family, who was leaning against the door to watch the show, raised his head and drank the bottle of wine in his hand, smacking his lips, "Oh, why is the ceiling shaking?"

"You old man, you think you are too old." The man with black hair and green eyes glanced at the people on the ground, his eyes fell on the white-haired Yayoi, and pulled the corner of his scarred mouth, "Satoru Gojo's wife? Tsk."

The last sound was very subtle.

Yayoi's head was dizzy. The number of people present, the number of sober people alone could make up enough people for a mahjong table.

The only conscientious person present, Kento, carefully used the hand he could still use to help the person up from the ground.

"Where's he?" Yayoi grabbed Kento's hand with such force that it was hard to believe that she was just judged by Shoko to be close to death.

There was a commotion at the door, Kento frowned, lowered his head and said to Yayoi, "This is where you and this..."
His eyes paused on the man with a scar on the corner of his mouth.

The man raised his hand and curled his lips, "I'm just an ordinary person with zero cursed energy."
Ordinary person, emphasis on that.

Kento: "..."
I don't believe you, just based on your energy in beating up the cursed spirits.

"Anyway, it's not safe for you here now, you have to leave here immediately." Kento said.

The senior management was working hard to deal with Satoru all day long, and if they couldn't deal with Satoru, they'll deal with his wife and students.

Yayoi understood that some people wanted her life.

How did she get out? Looking back, she was also confused. She still remembered Shoko in a white coat. The usually lazy woman was particularly irritable tonight. She picked up a fire extinguisher and hit the assistant director who wanted to backstab her.

The school nurse with dark circles under her eyes brushed her bangs, like a ghost, and kicked the person on the ground fiercely, "It's already bad enough tonight, can't you be quiet?"

"Why don't you leave?" Shoko put a cigarette in her mouth, sparks ignited, and the choking smell of tobacco rose.

She ran forward all the way, Shibuya, which had been ravaged by cursed spirits and curse users, looked very decadent, and the whistling night wind filled her mouth.

Her white hair and dirty and torn school teacher uniform attracted the attention of many people around.

Yayoi panted and staggered on the streets of Shibuya, like a person who lost her direction in the snow, running forward by instinct.

All the organs in her body seemed to be overloaded, and her bones were wailing in pain.

She ran forward desperately, running non-stop.

The desire to see him grew wildly like weeds.

Want to see him, want to see him.

"Yayoi."

The sudden voice was like a dream, and the painful protest of the lungs squeezed by the air stopped in an instant.

Yayoi looked back blankly. In the gray tone, the blue was like a starlight that suddenly lit up, bright enough to grab everyone's attention.

She stared at him blankly for a long time, and he seemed to be lost his mind too. The two of them were a few steps away, looking at each other's eyes.

She suddenly smiled, as if relieved, and satisfied like a little girl who got candy.

Her head was dizzy, and her vision changed drastically. She bumped into someone's chest, her body suddenly flew into the air, and her knees were lifted up by someone.

Her cheek was pressed against the cheek of the person, and the body temperature continued to come.

After a long time, he spoke, "Your body is so cold."

"The clothes are damaged."

Yayoi hugged Satoru's neck and kept pressing her body against him.

"Hair..." He moved his lips.

"Couple hair color, does it look good?" Yayoi smiled, holding his neck tighter.

Satoru said nothing, lowered his head and rubbed her forehead twice.

"I'm so sleepy." Eyelids suddenly felt heavy, sleepiness surged up like a tide.

"You take a nap, I'll carry you home." Satoru said.

"But here..."

Yayoi held her eyelids tightly to prevent them from falling.

"Elope." Satoru kissed her forehead.

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