Whenever Miss Haruka Yuzan was mentioned, a hint of indifference flashed through the young lady’s eyes.
She loved Haruka.
But she didn’t want to hear Haruka’s name from Chiba Shimizu’s lips.
"What do you want to say?"
Otome Mizuko squinted her eyes, "Finally realized how shameful your actions were? Thinking of backing out?"
Chiba Shimizu shook her head, "Not really."
She parted her red lips slightly and took a gentle sip of the fragrant tea, then asked a question that left Otome Mizuko puzzled:
"Do you like Haruka Yuzan?"
"Hmph, I thought you were going to say something worthwhile. Why even ask that?"
Otome Mizuko chuckled lightly, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes filled with disdain.
"Then... if, say, Haruka Yuzan did something that made you very unhappy, how would you handle it?"
Chiba Shimizu’s gaze remained calm.
"What do you mean?"
Otome’s brows furrowed lightly, sensing something amiss.
Chiba Shimizu didn’t answer her question but continued softly, "If you like Haruka Yuzan, would you choose to forgive him?"
"But if he did something you dislike, would you still forgive him? Or perhaps, unable to accept it momentarily, think of hurting others?"
The girl’s voice was so calm that it felt somewhat cold.
The twilight streamed through the large French windows, casting threads of golden dust on the two young ladies, making them appear somewhat lonely and desolate.
Chiba Shimizu had thought long and hard before having this conversation.
Otome Mizuko she understood—if the other party were to learn about Sister Reiko and the others, it was hard to imagine what kind of rash actions she might take.
She could disregard Mr. Haruka if it came to it, perhaps never marry and just hold onto that small box for life, but... Sister Reiko and the others couldn’t.
They had their own lives, their own families, and their own things they needed to do.
Otome Mizuko could not lay a hand on them.
What Mr. Haruka thought, Chiba Shimizu did not know and the proud young lady did not want to know, she would handle this matter in her own way.
Inside the cafe.
The setting sun had enveloped the entire Neon City, and the tall buildings around the streets had lit up their lights, adding a touch of warmth for those white-collar workers still at work.
Tokyo is a peculiar place.
Sweet first, then bitter.
Almost everyone had a carefree school life; they were youthful, passionate, wrote their first love letter, bought their first video game, carefree and free-spirited.
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The only daily concern was whether XX-chan had a boyfriend or not.
But... once they graduated from high school, no matter how glorious they were before, whether a class prince, a campus heartthrob, or a president, without a family background, everyone was the same.
They entered large corporations and became just another cog in the machine.
Some despondent middle-aged man sat at a wooden table, in front of him was the cheapest cup of iced coffee.
He had casually unbuttoned two buttons of his white shirt, as if that alone could help him relax, looking at the handsome young man beside him, seeing the shadow of his own youth in his eyes:
"Ah, cherish the present, young man, I was just like you once."
"Alright, Uncle."
In the face of someone reminiscing about youth, Haruka Yuzan responded with a smile.
The cafe soon reached closing time.
Risa Yaguchi came over, "Boss, it’s, it’s time to close up."
"Okay, Risa, after you’ve cleaned up, you can head home."
Haruka Yuzan nodded.
The junior employees were all diligent, and with the help of Mariko Akiyama and others, the cleaning was quickly completed.
Inside the office at the end of the cafe corridor.
Reiko Onodera was changing her clothes.
Originally, this place was meant for Haruka Yuzan or Chiba Shimizu to use as their office.
But sometimes, when there wasn’t enough space for the employees to rest, the wife would change her clothes right here.
Just then,
the previously locked door was suddenly turned twice.
The wife was startled, but by the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late.
The door had been opened.
"Haruka?"
A handsome young man cracked open the door and slipped inside.
"Sister Reiko, so you were changing in here."
"Um, yeah."
Reiko Onodera shyly lowered her head, her cherry-like lips muttering softly, and her autumn-water-like eyes rippled with waves.
Now, she had shed her work clothes, revealing fair skin as smooth and delicate as milk, covered by two pieces of black fabric.
A warm breeze gently blew, almost as if it could not bear the weight, and would fall down.
"Mr. Haruka, do you, do you need something by coming in?"
Her voice was very soft, clearly a longtime married couple, but she was still shy.
"Sister Reiko, weren’t you supposed to check something for me?"
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Haruka Yuzan chuckled mischievously and immediately walked up to his wife.
Inhaling the enchanting fragrance of the beautiful lady, he softly said, "Sister Reiko, let me help you check first, okay?"
"Eh?"
The wife’s cherry blossom petals were delicate and shy.
Their leaves were shaped like water droplets, with fine short fuzz on the edges, and the layers of petals resembled little sandwich pastries.
In the center was a deep red stigma, extending out a few pink petals that surrounded the stigma forming a beautiful outline.
The cherry blossoms were exquisite and compact, their petals oval-shaped and tender, closely nestled together, layer upon layer, closed together, emitting bursts of subtle fragrance, forming enchanting blossoms.
Xuan Long climbed onto a large rock, stunned by the scenery before him; in the swirling white sea of clouds stood mud-yellow mountain peaks, oddly shaped rocks jutted out from them, and sharp pines decorated the summits, creating a scene so ethereal and dreamlike, truly a mountain of the immortals.
62. There are ninety-nine peaks, and each peak hosts a pavilion; immortal mountains with exquisite or majestic pavilions abound.
63. In the Tang Dynasty, the poet Li Bai, intoxicated by the splendid scenery and wine of Jiajiang Green Clothes, visited the mountain to seek Taoist immortality, boated under the moon, and on the banks of the Pingqiang River composed the enduring Song of Emei Mountain by Moonlight.
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64. Upon reaching the mountaintop after entering the immortal mountain, Lin Xinyu saw that sect’s treasure, the Chaos Spring Eye.
65. From then onwards, the master would retire to Devil Immortal Mountain, planning to live a life accompanied by plum blossoms and cranes.
66. The nine peaks soared hundreds of meters high, like the Heavenly Mountain Immortal Mountain, adorned with exquisite pavilions; alas, they were distant and indistinct.
67. Upon Su Liang’s next awakening, there was an old Taoist gently stroking his beard, his Daoist robe moving without wind, an etherealness enveloping him as if he were ascending to immortality, majestically he asked, "Child, would you care to follow poor Dao to that immortal mountain to seek the fruit of Tao and inquire about immortality?"
68. Tongtian Temple is the imperial Guoku Temple, also known as Sanbao Jingang Temple, a cornerstone of Buddhist practice, unmatched by any other temple in the world, its halls filled with high monks, the combined power of the three great immortal mountains is still at a disadvantage.
69. The deepest part of the Gods and Demons Battlefield is a mysterious land; a scattering of falling blossoms, lush grass, immortal mountains standing tall, clear skies stretching far, like a beautiful paradise, with the essence of immortality flowing through, resplendent with five colors.
70. Deep within the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range, there is a place called Guiyun Ridge; here the mountains rise steeply and ruggedly, the peaks jutting and scattered weirdly, rippling and undulating, with strange protruding peaks.
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