After more than two years of separation, there was no news in between. The final outcome of childhood sweethearts was either to rely on each other or to go further and further away.

They were only 12 years old, but they seemed to have predicted the ending.

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Facing Yukimura like this, it was once the scene that Asami Xiyue had fantasized countless times when she was still in the United States. However, when the idea became a reality and faced with the young man's beautiful and gentle face, she was embarrassed and embarrassed.

Can't feel anything else.

"You... are you going back?" Looking at each other for a minute, Yukimura smiled slightly, trying to make himself look no different from usual.

Asami Xiyue nodded and nodded softly.

"So, goodbye." He moved two steps to the side and asked her to go first.

"...Goodbye." She glanced at him deeply again, and she snatched the door, but a few tears fell on the floor of the corridor.

That night, the heavy rain poured down with Xiyue Asami crying.

The rain was falling heavily, as if it was about to wash away all the filth in this world, accompanied by the rumbling thunder and lightning, it washed the backbone of this world with force.

"It's really like the day I picked you up." Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Yukimura murmured as if he was stunned. Yan Yan, who was sitting on the sofa playing games with Pikachu, looked at him with his hands.

After a pause in the movement, she lowered her eyes, but said nothing.

"Pika?" The game suddenly stopped. Pikachu looked at the owner in confusion, but heard the other party whispering, "Ashi, have you ever regretted picking me up that day?"

"Eh?" Standing in front of the window, he was concentrating on something, but when he heard this, Yukimura was stunned.

"If you didn't pick me up, you wouldn't be entangled." She continued, her slender bangs covered her eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes were dark under the shadows, but her somewhat lost tone was obvious.

Not calm.

Whether it is hair, clothes, or accessories, from picking up her, everything on her body was done by Yukimura.

He cuts his hair, washes it, and organizes it. He chooses clothes, and matches the pendants, including coats and sleeves. He will prepare in advance what kind of clothes to wear the next day.

OK. Then there are accessories, hair tied, exquisite hairpins for squeezing hair, and mobile phone chains on the phone... He was really tied up by her.

The more she thought about it, the more she became lost. It seemed that since the first day we met, he had been very nice to her. On the contrary, she had bit his wrist before...

Thinking of this, she quickly got off the sofa and ran to him. She grabbed his hand that had been bitten once and was about to take a look, but she was suddenly hugged by him.

"Silly child! If I hadn't picked up Yan Yan, I wouldn't have Yan Yan's family. No one would be the first to pick up food for me, no one would have seen that I hate green peppers, my relationship with my parents is only

It will remain unchanged." He leaned against her ear and murmured softly. The warm breath spread on her neck with every word he said, feeling a little itchy, but more of it was a kind of warmth.

A warm and hot feeling gradually surged out from the bottom of my heart.

She was stunned as if she was stunned. She held her hands in surprise and opened them again, but she really didn't know where to put them - no matter how she restrained her strength would always hurt him.
Chapter completed!