Uesuma Sao walked around the river for a while and came to a platform I didn’t know and got on the bus with strangers I didn’t know.

As the bus was slowly driving, Uesugi Sao sat at the back of the door, his forehead leaning against the window.

Gradually, it started to dark.

The city began to show thousands of lights, and the endless stream of streets were still noisy. The sound of engines, winds, and horns seemed to be neutralized into the air, making the prosperity of Tokyo appear everywhere.

He looked at the gorgeously dressed pedestrians on the opposite commercial street and suddenly thought:

What people love is never this city, but the people or emotions that love this city brings to themselves.

Uesugi returns home in a trance.

He took out the key, turned open the door, took out the slippers from the entrance, and walked into the room.

In the darkness, he pressed the switch of the light.

With a swish, the room was brighter.

Huawanwan was still retained on the birthday arrangements of the previous few days.

There were surprise salutes and cake pans on the coffee table...there were colorful ribbons on it, the balloons she blew by herself, and the six big words she made by herself by herself - "Happy birthday to Zhaojun!"

It was obviously a very festive scene, but the room was surprisingly quiet.

The living room was empty, with no figure standing there.

Uesuma Sao stared at the place for a while, then couldn't help but sigh.

What a failure...

He walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and brought out a cake that he had eaten but had not finished.

Uesugi Tho put the cake on the coffee table in the living room and sat down cross-legged.

On the cake, those words - "Happy 19th birthday to Zhaojun! Congratulations!" are particularly dazzling.

It was so dazzling that Uesugi Seo could not help but feel heartache when he looked at it.

If I had gone back that day, I would have been happily eating cake with Huahuo now, right?

She would smile at herself, then tease her with the cake, apply white cream to her face, and listen to her whining and saying, "Zhaojun is so annoying!"

Uesugi Take out the knife, cut off the cake made by Hanawa bit by bit, and put it on a plate and eat it slowly.

Although this is the cake from three days ago...the taste is not very good.

But Uesugi Doo felt that he should have eaten it, perhaps because of guilt for Hanaguchi, or perhaps to make himself feel better.

He ate the birthday cake made for himself by the fireworks, remembering the little girl who used to pile up snowmen by the window and used it as a substitute for waving to him.

"Brother Zhao, good afternoon."

He thought of the little girl he used to hold many paper cranes in his hands and give them to him.

"This is for you, brother."

"Uesugi kun...does he think the fireworks are beautiful?"

"Uesugi kun... Hanawa is willing to be by your side all the time."

"Zhaojun...Huahuo likes you...I like you the most..."

"Zhaojun...the fireworks are so happy...it's really so happy..."

"Please...you must always remember the fireworks..."

In the quiet night, in a room alone, Uesugi Dori slowly ate the cake she made with a spoon, remembering the scenes of the past, the tears in his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, but soon burst into laughter.

It's not a very important thing... I just think she looks so cute.

He put the remaining half of the cake back into the refrigerator, went to the bathroom to wash his face, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and stared at himself in the mirror.

Yes, I have never been alone.

He turned off the faucet and walked out of the room, looking at the birthday layout in the living room full of surprises.

At this time, looking at the few big words prepared by Huahuo above is no longer so dazzling, and I feel heartbroken...

He began to look forward to what the girl promised him in the afternoon.

A birthday party that she re-organized.

Uesuma Dora smiled at the words Happy Birthday and turned off the lights in the living room.

"Good night, fireworks."
Chapter completed!