The light entering the lounge was lively, and the light curtains beside the bed were rippling with the indoor light.

Everything was still the same, but the bright smile that was as bright as noon was missing on Hanamaru Hanawa's face.

She has no confidence in herself.

"Zhao, Zhaojun...Huahuo...I don't know what to do..."

"Huahuo...is just an ordinary girl, I don't know what it can do..."

"Huawaku is stupid in everything he does, it takes a long time to learn it."

“Fire…”

Uesugi Tho pressed her index finger against her soft lips.

"What happened? I always feel like the fireworks are weird lately."

Huamaru Huahuo lowered his head, his two little hands overlapped, and he didn't dare to look at him.

"It's useless to firewood... It's of course that Zhaojun doesn't like her anymore."

Uesugi squatted in front of her.

“Why do you always say this?”

"Huahuo... hates himself..."

Maybe it's sick, maybe it's because it's bad.

But Uesugi Do understands that she is very depressed and in a bad mood now.

Her appearance slammed her heart, as if everything around her began to become dim.

"Don't do this." Uesugi Doo shook her arm.

But Hanamaru Hanabu still lowered his head and did not respond to his voice for a long time.

When she was a child, she seemed to have appeared again.

"Fire? Small Fireworks?"

No response.

"I like you, Little Firework."

Hanamaru Hanahuo raised his head: "Zhaojun..."

"Tell me what's wrong first."

"It's...Haihuo's fault." She remembered the photo.

The forehead was pressed against her forehead.

"Don't take everything into your own."

"But fireworks..."

Ten fingers tightly clasped her pity for petite left hand.

A pair of crossed rings shine under the sun's glory.

"Little Hanawa is his fiancée, and some things are to be taken on together."

The forehead touches each other, and the ten fingers are pinched together.

Hanamaru Hanawa's heart calmed a little under his soft voice.

The more he saw his face, the more memories of the past twelve years made her want to snuggle.

She shouted softly: "Zhaojun..."

"Do you want to hold it for a while?"

"Um......"

Touching her soft short hair, the girl's petite body was still so soft and warm.

Hanamaru Hanabu pressed his face against his chest and sniffed his nose lightly at the breath of his body.

For her, this is a taste that can make her feel at ease.

"Huahuo...I don't want to leave Zhaojun..."

“No.”

"Hahuo likes Brother Zhao so much, and Hanhuo doesn't want to leave him."

“No.”

She is willing to speak, which is a sign of improvement.

"But Hanakura has always been like this, and Joe must be bored."

“No.”

"No one likes fireworks..."

"What are you talking about again?" Uesugi Doo hugged her soft body tighter, "Didn't I say I'd always like Hanaishi?"

I feel very at ease when I am hugged, and it is reassuring to be hugged by him all the time.

Hanamaru Hanahuo closed his wet eyes, hugged him with his little hand, and buried his head deeply in his arms.

"Brother Zhao..."

The appearance of her little girl shows that she needs to rely on.

Uesugi Do understands that many people don’t like her, but at least in their own eyes, they never want her to disappear.

Her existence, her smile, and her pity have made more than ten years of long years like rainbow memories.

I never want this weak girl to disappear in front of me.

In the afternoon lounge, the sun shines.

Uesuma leaned on her shoulder, looked around, and found that there was no one else, so he let go and hugged her Hanamaru Hanai tightly.

"Are you better?"

"Well..." Hanamara Hanamaru's slightly trembling purple eyes gradually became colorful, "I'm sorry, Joe... Hanamaru has worried you again... Hanamaru..."

"Don't talk."

Uesugi Shou smiled and pressed against her pink cherry lips.

Pointing to the house inside.

He took her hand and said, "Come here first."

The inner room is equipped with a bed covered by curtains, and there are many anti-heat stroke medicines around it. It is a place for people who are exhausted during sports festivals to rest.

After locking the door, pressing the handle twice to confirm that it could not be opened, Uesugi turned around.

Looking at the weak and weak girl sitting by the bed.

Hanaman Hanabu lowered his head slightly, curled up his hands, and gathered with his eyes on his white legs under his sports shorts.

The girl shining in the sun has a dreamy color.

Uesugi Seated beside her, approaching her, hugging her sweaty soft body.

"Zhaojun..."

"Don't talk."

...

"Although you have kissed me many times, you won't hate this feeling, right?"

Hanamaru Hanabu leaned against the wall and pursed his lips, and looked at his familiar face with warm eyes.

She agreed weakly: "Yes."

"Real love is to think about each other at all times and be able to care for each other at all times. Love is mutual, and love is difficult to meet."

"And we have already been married and are unmarried couples, so we should cherish each other even more."

The foreheads flipped each other again, and the words slowly flowed into the girl's heart along the converging temperature.

"Zhaojun, you will never hate Huahuo no matter what. Never say something you hate her once in twelve years is the best proof."

"Zhaojun..."

All the troubled thoughts melted like ice and snow on his body.

"Huahuo...is willing to always believe in Zhaojun..."

Hanamaru Hanawa stared at his extremely familiar face, and the little deer's chest began to throbbed again.

"Zhaojun..."

She shouted softly.

Uesugi Obusa understood what she meant through her little animal-like voice.
To be continued...