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III: Extra Story
Chapter 163: Side Story · 22
I will never leave you.

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She was immersed in the warm sunlight, the floor was warmed by the spring sun, and the sunlight leaking through the shade of the trees was fine and soft, and it felt warm on her skin.

The rustling sound of the wind shook down a large piece of flower rain, and the soft flowers were like flying snowflakes.

The wind brought a sleepy intoxication, she lay on her back on the warm floor, letting the mottled light and shadow leak through the gaps in the shade of the trees and fall on her face.

Warm tiredness was like gentle water, rushing from all directions, enveloping myself in the center.

The memories of the past dragged out a long river in my mind, and the strong sleepiness pressed down from her eyelids.

She struggled a few times, but the sleepiness was still flooding. She simply gave up resistance, closed her eyelids, and let herself be immersed in the warm sunlight.

Time was like a river. The memories in her mind were becoming thinner with time. Even so, when she recalled the things that happened in her childhood, she would still feel a warm feeling that wrapped her up.

The gorgeous fireworks unfolded on the sky, and the little goldfish reflected on the kimono seemed to be alive, and the fish scales reflected the glittering lights.

The dense crowds of people connected into a large piece on the road, and the sound of bangs exploded in the sky.

The short and thin little bean was mixed in the crowd, squeezed here and there, and someone picked her up and put her on his shoulders.

The arms of office workers are not very strong, but they were just right for her.

She blinked her eyes, and the beautiful fireworks were reflected in her eyes. A pair of warm hands covered her ears, and the sound of the fireworks exploding was filtered out by more than half, and the remaining sound was soft like hazy clouds.

•

Misako's wedding was held in Kanagawa.

The wedding was in April, and the cherry blossom season in Kanagawa had not yet passed. The wedding was a typical Western wedding.

When the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, they bent the slender branches heavily, and the thick shade was like crimson clouds.

The red carpet was soft and warm, and the balloons were squeezed together one by one, shaking in the soft wind.

This was Yayoi's first time attending a wedding. Although she was married, it was her first time attending a wedding.

"Are you nervous?" Satoru said with a smile.

Yayoi paused, "...a little?"

Satoru hugged Mutsuki, his daughter lay on his shoulders, hugged his neck, he smiled with his lips pursed, the corners of his lips were soaked in the warm spring light, and the eyes behind the sunglasses flashed with a light that she couldn't understand for a while.

Yayoi blinked.

There was a cry of surprise in the air, and the crowd seemed like a flock of birds startled in the dense forest.

Yayoi subconsciously looked in the direction of the commotion.

A friend from childhood was wearing a white wedding dress, holding high heels in one hand and a heavy skirt in the other, running barefoot on the soft grass.

The veil and skirt were like soft waves, and the bride running on the grass was like a mermaid wrapped in waves.

When she saw the little redhead in the crowd, the bride decisively threw her high heels away, and the white high heels were thrown far away. The running bride shouted "little redhead" from a distance.

Mutsuki, who was hugging her father's neck, instinctively sensed her father's changing mood. When she realized it, she looked back and saw half of her father's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot. The wind blew the fragrance across her nose, and the soft white gauze passed by her cheek like a cloud.

Her father held her mother in one hand and her in the other. He was agile and flexible, and he perfectly avoided the bride who rushed over with the two of them.

The little white-haired girl looked at the bride who fell to the ground with a standard face-to-ground posture, and her face was full of confusion.

The people who ran over with the bride hurriedly lifted her up. One of the older women had a black line on her face. Because there were too many people present, she couldn't say much. She bit her teeth again and again, and finally said, "You are going to get married, why are you still a crazy girl?"

Misako in junior high school was a famous crazy girl, wild and crazy.

"I'm happy." Misako pouted.

"You're so reckless just because you're happy?" The older woman was furious.

Yayoi, who was caught off guard by her husband, turned around. After pausing for a moment on the obedient bride, her eyes fell on the older woman who was scolding her.

Some people say that when you think of someone, the first thing you think of was her voice. Familiar facial features, crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, wrinkles on the cheeks.

Yayoi paused, "Shiraishi-sensei?"

The woman paused, turned around, and a bright red color came into view.

Shiraishi-sensei was stunned for a moment, and it took her a long time to react, "Little redhead?"

Yayoi: "...so you all call me little redhead behind my back."

Shiraishi-sensei put one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head, her eyes wandering around, looking at the sky and laughing "ahahahaha" for a while, and then her eyes fell on the unfamiliar Satoru and Mutsuki, "Who are these two...?"

"My husband and daughter." The warm sunlight fell on her cheeks, and her smile seemed to melt.

"Are you married? You are actually married, you said..."

Before she finished her words, a person suddenly jumped out of the crowd, covered this nonsense mouth with her hands quickly, and quickly directed everyone to take the person to the dressing room.

"Sure enough, my cousin's brain... well, it's not the same as normal people." The girl who just covered Misako's mouth with her hands and feet bowed slightly to apologize.

Yayoi: "..."
Satoru: "..."
Understand, understand, after all, there were not many normal people around us.

After the blunder, the girl who had just bowed to apologize came over and invited Yayoi to the bride's dressing room. Satoru, who was holding his daughter, had eyes as bright as car lights, which made people feel creepy. The girl couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on her arms.

Yayoi curved her eyebrows, looked at Satoru and said softly: "It's okay, just go to see an old friend."

Satoru curled his lips, "But that woman looks like a ny*pho."

The girl's facial expression was as steady as an old dog when she heard others say that her cousin was a nympho. In the end, she took the whole family to the dressing room. After tidying up her heavy wedding dress and makeup, Misako turned her head and saw a family of three coming in. A father, a mother and a daughter.

The daughter's appearance was carved out of the same mold as her father, but Misako could tell at a glance that this child was Yayoi's. There was no other reason, she looked too much alike, her eyes and demeanor were too much like her childhood friend.

The two faces look similar, but the older one didn't look very friendly.

Misako looked at the little white-haired girl, then at the big white-haired man holding the little white-haired girl, and finally her eyes fell on Yayoi, mumbling, "You're already a mother."

Yayoi bent her eyes.

Misako frowned, pulled her aside, and asked quietly, "Are you really not deceived?"

Satoru's face showed that he was the type that attracted bees and butterflies.

Yayoi: "...am I easy to deceive in your eyes?"

Misako nodded seriously, "Very easy to deceive, but few people dare to deceive you, because if they do, you will beat them up."

"... I really wasn't deceived." Yayoi looked serious.

Misako drooped her eyes, "Then tell me how you married him."

Yayoi: "...just, that's how we got married."

Paused.

The little red-haired woman paused while answering the question.

Misako almost jumped up, "Leniency for confession, severity for resistance!"

Yayoi: "..."
Help.

The soft cherry branches pressed down heavily against the window, the pure white wedding dress held up the heavy and complicated skirt and dragged on the ground, the shining sunlight was like shredded gold foil.

The sky was very clear today, and her childhood friend brought her husband and daughter.

Misako lifted the skirt with one hand, her black eyes sparkled, and the smile on her face was warm and happy, "Is it beautiful?"

Yayoi curved her eyes, "Very beautiful."

The white wedding dress was attached to her legs, and the heavy skirt was like a beautiful mermaid's fishtail.

During the school festival, she saw Misako dancing on the stage. The beautiful girl was the leader of the school dance team, always standing in front of all the girls to lead the dance, the cheers and applause from the audience were like thunder, the straight and slender legs were raised and lowered, the flying skirt swayed like a string of flowers, and the expression on her face was wanton and happy.

"I wish you happiness, Misako." Yayoi said.

Misako smiled and said, "I wish you happiness too."

Satoru watched the two chat for a while reluctantly, and was very considerate and did not disturb the two friends who had reunited after a long time.

After a while of laughing and chatting, the wedding was about to begin. The Gojo family came out of the dressing room, and Misako put on a white veil.

Hazy white, warm white.

The friend from childhood smiled in the white veil like clouds and mist.

Satoru pouted and came out of the dressing room. Knowing that he was unhappy, Yayoi tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips.

The big white cat hugged his little cat, and the feeling of happiness was like hot spring water, soaking his whole body, and his tail couldn't help but stick up.

"The wedding dress is beautiful." Satoru narrowed his eyes and kissed his wife's hair.

"Misako will be happy." Yayoi said with a smile.

"I'm not talking about Misako." Satoru hugged his little cat, meaningfully.

Yayoi's eyes were confused, and she didn't react for a long time.

When the crackling applause sounded, the wedding confetti exploded, and the flying gold foil was like rain and snow. When the bride threw the bouquet down, she didn't react either.

•

On the fourth day after the wedding invitation, the four freshmen who graduated gathered together after a long time. Nobara strongly recommended going to Hakone to take a hot spring bath, and Satoru, who was cheering, quickly booked the venue.

Hakone was a famous hot spring town in Japan.

Mountains and rivers rose and fell in sight, and a few black cables could be seen in the lush green. In Hakone, there were cable cars, mountain trams and aerial ropeways for sightseeing from all angles.

The white mist lingering in the hot spring was like a winding white gauze skirt, and the mist made eyelashes moist.

Satoru drank a little fruit wine. The alcohol content of the fruit wine was not high, and children would not get drunk easily. But the problem was that Satoru's alcohol tolerance was worse than Mutsuki. Just a little fruit wine made him collapse into a puddle and lie on Yayoi's shoulder.

According to past experience, there would be no peace tonight.

Yayoi entrusted Mutsuki to Nobara. Nobara, who took Mutsuki away, looked at Satoru who was collapsed on Yayoi's shoulder. After sighing frequently, she stroked at Mutsuki's hair several times, and together with Yuji, she quickly pulled Mutsuki over.

Drunk cat.

So cute.

Yayoi couldn't help but kiss the tip of his nose.

The half-drunk and half-awake cat blinked, his pale blue eyes sparkling, and his eyelashes still hung with moisture.

"Yayoi~"

The big white cat stretched out his tone, rubbed over stickily, hugged his wife and rubbed and kissed her.

He held his wife's cheek, the touch in his palm was soft and warm, he couldn't help but rubbed it with his fingertips a few times.

The person in his sight was swaying, and there was double vision.

Satoru pouted, held Yayoi's cheek, and bit her lips.

The drunk cat bit Yayoi's lips without any lightness, leaving a tooth mark directly on Yayoi's lips, which hurt Yayoi so much that tears flowed.

The cat, realizing that he had bitten someone and hurt her, drooped his ears and kissed Yayoi on the lips again, mumbling as he kissed, "Kiss, the pain will go away."

Yayoi curved her eyes.

The cat, who had finally kissed enough, lay on her knees and purred and dozed off.

Yayoi stuffed a pillow under his head, and the drunken cat pouted his lips. Yayoi kissed him on the lips and said, "I'll be back soon."

Satoru looked satisfied, turned over and lay on the pillow, his white eyelids raised, his pale blue eyes flickered with stars, and his eyes were filled with drunkenness.

"Where are you going?" The half-drunk and half-awake cat stretched his waist on the tatami, tilted his head, his cheek pressed against the soft pillow, and his hair curtain cast a fine shadow under his eyes.

"I'm going to buy you some sour plum juice to sober you up." Yayoi pushed aside his bangs and kissed his eyes.

Satoru, who was soft all over, curled the corners of her lips.

"Don't run around, I'll be here soon." Yayoi said softly.

"Then you have to come back quickly." Satoru grabbed her hand and shook it.

Yayoi put on a coat and stepped on wooden clogs, intending to go to the hotel's vending machine to buy a bottle of sour plum juice.

The rich night covered the mountains, and the stars of lights were scattered under the traditional and simple roofs.

Canned drinks rolled down from the shelf. Yayoi bent down and took out the cans from the machine. When she stood up and looked up, she was caught off guard by a pair of black eyes.

Yayoi paused.

She was looking at the other person, and the other person was also looking at her.

The girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair and black eyes, was wearing a yukata and coat provided by the hotel, and her white calves were dyed with orange lights.

"Is your red hair natural?" The other person asked.

Yayoi didn't understand why she asked this, but still answered, "Yes."

The girl's eyes flickered under the light, and she pursed her lips unconsciously.

Yayoi looked at her in confusion, "Is there something wrong with my hair?"

The girl opened her mouth, but swallowed the words that came to her lips.

"Suiko."

A distant call came from the night sky.

The girl was stunned for a moment.

Yayoi paused.

When the man saw her, he was also stunned, his pupils contracted violently, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

The girl couldn't help but tighten her sleeves.

The light falling on her hair fluttered like a butterfly, and the cool night breeze penetrated into the wide sleeves.

Some people say that when you think of a person, the first thing you think of was their voice.

"Yayoi?" The other person spoke hoarsely.

Yayoi lowered her eyelashes and stood on the floor illuminated by the lights.

A long, long time ago, so long ago that she was still a little bean, her parents were still together, her father would pick her up from the feet of the crowded crowd, and her mother would cover her ears with her hands to prevent her from being scared by the sound of fireworks exploding.

Yayoi had heard the smile of this voice, but later it was more of a dispute with her mother.

Yayoi raised her head, and the light fell into her amber eyes, "Long time no see."

"Dad." Yayoi added.

When the words fell, the girl's five fingers suddenly tightened at the same time, and the wide sleeves were grasped pitifully by her.

•

The girl with black hair and black eyes is called Suiko Amamiya, sixteen years old, studying in Tokyo, and just entered high school this year.

She was the stepdaughter of "dad". Ten years after her mother divorce, "dad" married Suiko's mother.

Both parties were married. Suiko's mother's previous husband was an alcoholic. He would drink outside almost every night and come home drunk. Little Suiko had seen the drunken man grab her mother's long hair, drag her mother, drag her mother into the room and beat her. When she was a little older, Suiko would occasionally suffer such treatment. If it weren't for her mother's desperate protection, she might have been beaten to death.

Such painful days ended when that person got drunk outside and fell off the rooftop, shattering all the bones in his body.

After that, Suiko's mother sold the house and moved with Suiko, where she met her current stepfather. His stepfather was a very good person, gentle, never hit anyone, found a good school for Suiko to attend, and would pick Suiko up from school.

Suiko felt that this was what a father should be like, so when her mother proposed to marry him, Suiko did not object, but was very happy to call him dad.

After the family was complete, the heart that had been hurt by that person began to heal, and the shadow left by her childhood was gradually dispelled by her stepfather. Suiko was very satisfied and cherished her current life.

The worry and fear began when she saw a photo in an old album.

She didn't recognize anyone except her father in the family of three in the photo.

She remembered what her mother said, that before marrying her father, her father had been divorced.

Suiko realized that the people in the photo might be her father's ex-wife and daughter. She hurriedly stuffed the album back into the bookshelf.

She didn't dare to ask, nor did she dare to say anything about her father's ex-wife and daughter.

If she mentioned her father's ex-wife and daughter, would he abandon her mother and her and go find his ex-wife and daughter?

The three of them chose a quiet teahouse and sat down, and the waiter brought steaming tea.

The orange light fell on the table, and the smooth glass surface reflected the black mountains outside the window.

Suiko looked at Yayoi's hair and face, biting her lips unconsciously, and her hands on her legs tightened unconsciously, and the fabric was wrinkled.

Her father's daughter was really beautiful.

•

"Are you okay?" Dad said hoarsely, "... is Haruna okay?"

Suiko, who was sitting next to his father, pursed her lips tightly.

Yayoi lowered his eyes, "I'm fine."

"Mom... passed away many years ago." Yayoi said.

The eyes reacted faster than words.

Yayoi saw his father's pupils shrink, and even his hands on the table began to tremble. Suiko, who was sitting next to him, had never seen her father like this before, and big tears fell from his eyes, soaking the glasses on his nose.

"Dad..." Suiko panicked for a moment.

The man lowered his head and grabbed his hair with both hands, "It's my fault... I shouldn't have said those words... her health has always been bad... I shouldn't have agreed to divorce her... she has always been stubborn..."

The tiny lights rippled in the tea, and the lenses finally couldn't hold back the surging tears, and scattered water stains spread on the floor.

Yayoi lowered her eyelashes and looked at the crying man.

The older she got, and after becoming a mother, she understood her mother more and more.

The soft-looking mother was more stubborn than anyone else, and she knew it better than anyone else.

She didn't blame anyone, it was her mother's own choice.

She knew her physical condition and made her own choice. Those quarrels were just excuses. Taking advantage of her father's inferiority and doubts, taking Yayoi away was the only selfish thing.

She grew up in her hometown and hoped that her hometown would die.

Dad just fulfilled her wish.

"...what about you?" After a long time, the tear-stained man raised his head to look at her, his eyes soaked with tears, and he spoke hoarsely, "Where have you been for so long? Why didn't you come to see me? All these years..."
Were you alone all the time?

"I'm fine now." Yayoi said.

"I have a husband and a daughter." Yayoi said softly.

The man was stunned for a moment, opened and closed his mouth, and the sound seemed to be blocked in his throat. His thoughts turned, and countless words finally merged into one sentence, "Are you happy now?"

"I am very happy." Yayoi smiled, "Mom once told me that she was very happy."

The two faces were not very similar, but he saw the shadow of his former wife in his daughter's smile.

He stared at his daughter blankly, and calculated that she was now in her thirties, but her face was like a girl.

In an instant, tears fell like rain.

"So, don't cry." Yayoi said with a smile.

There was no if in many things. Once the person at the center made a choice, he or she would follow the right track and move forward all the way.

He took off his glasses soaked with tears, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

There were several very obvious mumblings from the corner, and Yayoi slightly raised his head and found two very familiar people.

The two people who noticed that they were discovered raised their heads from behind the sofa.

Yayoi blinked, "Why are you here?"

Nobara said confidently, "Aren't I here to support you?"

The war between women, the complex ethical relationship of the family. In the past, such scenes were played on TV. Wasn't it lightning fast?

Yuji said seriously, "Mutsuki has been entrusted to Megumi and Junpei in advance."

He scratched his hair after saying that.

The matter could be traced back to what Yayoi did in front of the vending machine. The two people who took Mutsuki out for a walk happened to hear Yayoi's word "dad", and their mouths were so wide open that they could fit two duck eggs.

The little white-haired girl was confused and asked why her mother called that uncle dad.

Nobara closed her mouth and covered the little white-haired girl's mouth, saying fiercely, "Don't mind so much, kid."

Turning around, she saw Megumi and Junpei coming over.

Nobara paused, and with a fierce look on her face, she stuffed the little white-haired girl into Junpei's arms, "Take good care of the little white-haired girl."

Junpei subconsciously hugged the little white-haired girl to prevent her from falling.

Megumi's face was sluggish, "What are you doing?"

"The situation is a bit bad, we are worried that my sister will be bullied." Yuji clenched his right fist and smashed it into his palm, with a serious face.

Junpei: "..."

Were you sure? The special-grade cursed spirits could only be beaten unilaterally in her hands.

The two adults looked at the cheerful duo who were particularly energetic tonight, until the two of them groped all the way in the dark, quietly following them all the way to the teahouse.

"They are..." The man in the seat couldn't help but speak.

"My husband's students are also my students." Yayoi said, "The pink-haired one is my brother."

Yayoi saw his father pause, the tea in the cup was steaming, and the girl opposite looked a little uneasy.

After a long time, he spoke, his voice was very soft, "Is that so."

The lights that fell into his eyes flickered, tossing and turning, time seemed to have returned to the summer festival a long time ago, and the fireworks that fell into his eyes were also so soft.

The man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his voice was like a candle extinguished by the wind, and it stopped abruptly.

Suiko, who was sitting next to him, also looked a little strange.

Yayoi turned around and was lifted up into the air.

The familiar body temperature and the breath that fell into her neck were both intoxicating, and the soft hair brushed against her skin, which was a little itchy.

The white-haired man picked her up like a child.

Yayoi subconsciously grabbed the cloth on his shoulders, "Why did you come out?"

"I waited for you for a long time and you didn't come back." The other person pressed against her ear, and the warm breath all drilled into her ears, and the voice was soft as if he was acting coquettishly.

Yayoi blinked and apologized honestly, "Gomen."

"Where's my sour plum juice?" Satoru pouted.

Yayoi took out the sour plum juice from the vending machine from her wide cuffs and shook it in front of him.

Satoru was satisfied, narrowed her pale blue cat eyes comfortably, and rubbed it on her neck.

Yayoi touched his hair.

He was still drunk.

"Let's go back." Satoru said.

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Yayoi to finish, he carried her away.

Yayoi paused, turned around and said goodbye to the two people sitting at the table, "Sorry, excuse me."

Satoru angrily pressed her head to his shoulder, muttering that she was not allowed to look at others.

•

The curtain hanging in front of the teahouse was lifted and fell, and the warm orange light flowed in the gullies of the gravel path.

Suiko and her father walked out of the teahouse.

The stars above were sparse, and the moon was like a round jade plate.

Suiko felt that her father seemed to have aged a lot. The lights at night were dotted with stars. He watched the back of the white-haired man holding his daughter blend into the night.

To be honest, the man looked difficult to get along with. The other person appeared silently. Those eyes were very beautiful and very scary. When his eyes fell on her, Suiko felt that the blood in her body was about to coagulate.

Suiko tugged at her father's sleeve carefully, "Dad, are you worried?"

Her father paused and said nothing.

The man looked dangerous, not an ordinary person.

Suiko pursed her lips, raised her head after a long time, looked into her father's eyes, and said boldly, "I don't think there's anything to worry about."

Women's intuition was always more accurate than men's in this regard.

The white-haired man looked at others with cold and emotionless eyes, but his eyes were as soft as clouds warmed by the sun when he looked at his sister.

"He seems to like my sister very much." Suiko said.

The father paused.

Suiko smiled, "Can I call her sister?"

The spring night was quiet and soft, and the chirping of night insects rose and fell.

"You have to ask her about this." Her father's expression was gentle, and there was moisture at the end of his eyes.

•

The door of the Japanese-style room was opened with a swish, and then closed with a swish.

The half-drunk and half-awake cat pressed the person into the quilt, and the hot breath poured down on his head.

The red hair was like a blooming flower, and the hair was flowing with warm lights.

The soft pillow supported the back of the head, the soft fabric made a rustling sound, the wide collar slide down the shoulders, and the skin exposed to the air was touched by another hot temperature.

Yayoi tilted her head, and the wall lamp embedded in the ceiling cast a soft halo.

The dull pain came from the collarbone, and Yayoi couldn't help but curl up her toes.

Yayoi lowered her head, and the big white cat raised his head, pouting, with an unhappy face.

Yayoi pushed aside the messy hair in front of his forehead and kissed those eyes.

Satoru was satisfied, but not so satisfied enough.

When his eyes fell on the rosy lips, he darkened, and the hands holding her waist couldn't help but use a little strength, pressing her into the quilt and lifting her up.

Yayoi couldn't help but tighten the fabric on his shoulders.

He lowered his head, leaned close to her lips and rubbed them, slowly and with a deliberately suppressed eagerness.

The mottled shadows of the trees were reflected on the window, the night world was quiet, and the night insects seemed to have deliberately suppressed their chirping.

Yayoi was dizzy from his kiss, and crystal tears oozed from the red corners of her eyes. Her mind seemed to be filled with a ball of paste.

Satoru kissed her hair, her eyebrows, and her forehead. The hand that was holding the fabric on his shoulders kept tightening, and a sob like crying came out of her throat.

She could not hear the chirping of insects at night, nor the rustling of the wind, and her consciousness was completely messed up.

"Yayoi."

She heard someone calling her name in a low and hoarse voice.

Yayoi slightly raised her eyelids, her amber eyes were soaked in tears and sparkling, her cheeks were beautifully flushed, she opened her mouth and uttered a few monosyllables, and found that even her voice was hoarse.

"No divorce, and no running away."

Satoru lowered his head and bit her collarbone lightly, and her soft hair tickled her.

Yayoi kissed his forehead and said hoarsely, "No divorce."

"I will never... leave you." Yayoi said.

Satoru curved the corners of his lips, and squeezed his slender fingers into Yayoi's fingers, bending and clasping, the two hands of different sizes pressed tightly together.

•

After being tossed all night.

The restless Satoru was refreshed, and her waist was sore when she woke up in the morning.

On the second day after returning to the technical college, Yayoi was confused when Satoru took her and Mutsuki into the car, and she watched Satoru drive the car to downtown Tokyo, and she watched Satoru park the car in the parking lot.

Satoru took his daughter in one hand and his wife in the other and carried her out of the car.

She sat in front of the mirror, and a group of people were busy drawing her eyebrows, applying blush, and highlighting her. The little white-haired girl was held in her father's arms, and the father and daughter looked at her with sparkling eyes, and her cheeks were red.

She was pushed into the dressing room, and the two girls stripped her clothes and changed her into a white dress.

The shade of the trees outside the window was dense, and the sunlight was bright and bright. The trailing skirt was soft like white clouds.

A pair of hands circled her waist.

Yayoi blinked.

Satoru put his ear to hers and said in a muffled voice, "There is no wedding."

"But I really want to see you in this dress." Gojo the Cat muttered.

Yayoi curled her eyes, "Does it look good?"

Satoru kissed her eyebrows, "Very beautiful."

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