Kamisato Ayaka smiled and said, "Sure enough, whenever we talk about Miss Heque, my brother always suddenly becomes excited."

Kamisato Ayato covered her lips thoughtfully, wondering if her performance was really that obvious.

The brother and sister sat down in the pavilion and began a heart-to-heart talk that they hadn't had in a long time.

Kamisato Ayaka sighed, "So it's such a pity. If the envoy of Zhidong hadn't come to visit today, brother would have been able to meet Miss Heque in person. Calculating the time, you two haven't been able to meet for three years."

Kamisato Ayato paused as he gathered his sleeves and said, "Three years?"

Kamisato Ayaka was even more surprised than him when she saw this: "Brother, didn't you realize it?"

Kamisato Ayato frowned and thought for a while: "I just vaguely felt that she seemed to have not come to Kamisato's house for a long time, but I didn't specifically calculate how long it had been."

Kamisato Ayaka rarely felt helpless towards her wise and powerful brother: "Three years is not a short time, brother, did you really not notice anything?"

But if you think about it carefully, maybe it's normal. As Kamisato Ayaka's biological sister, Kamisato Ayaka knows his little flaws best.

With Kazuque's daily pampering, Kamisato Ayato had long been accustomed to her taking the initiative to come to him every day, and turned to devote all his attention to the official duties of the society, and hardly realized that he still had the option of going to her.

In addition, the finale will secretly protect the future mistress according to tradition, and submit reports to Kamisato Ayato every week to report on the current situation of Heque.

Therefore, for him, it was as if Kazuque was always under his nose. At most, Kamisato Ayato felt a little uncomfortable because he hadn't heard her voice for a long time.

Although so many reasons have been listed and they seem very reasonable, Kamisato Ayaka still wants to sigh that her brother is really an unreliable fiancé.

"I think you should meet with Miss Heque." She concluded.

After realizing that he and Kazuque had not seen each other for three years, Kamisato Ayato also thought: "Judging from the results of the negotiations this afternoon, the Fatui will probably not come again for a long time. I have also dealt with the affairs of the Society Magistrate in advance. Maybe I should visit the Kujo family tomorrow."

Kamisato Ayaka was very satisfied with her brother's ability to act, and immediately smiled in approval: "I'm sure Miss Kazuque will be very surprised."

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In fact, He Que was not surprised at all, she just felt completely frightened.

She had been sleeping uneasily recently, waking up very early in the morning. As a result, when she was relaxing in the courtyard, she fell asleep in the morning breeze and leaned against the railing of the pavilion, drowsy.

As the daughter of the Kujo family, naturally no one dared to disturb her when she was resting, so in the end, He Que was actually awakened by a strange touch on her face.

She thought it was a leaf that was blown onto her face by the wind, and she reached out her hand in a daze to brush it away, but her hand was held instead.

He Que was startled and immediately opened his eyes vigilantly to see who was so bold, and then met those familiar watery eyes.

Kamisato Ayato looked at her quietly for a moment, and seeing that she looked dazed and seemed not to have reacted yet, he lowered his eyes to look at his clenched hands.

He Que's hands were slender and slender, and like all the ladies in Inazuma's family, they were not calloused at all, and were soft and delicate. No matter who came, no one could find fault with them.

But in Kamisato Ayato's eyes, her hands still had some shortcomings - the finger bones were too prominent and too thin.

Kamisato Ayato said softly, "You look thinner than in the picture."

The report for this week's final episode has not been submitted yet, so Kamisato Ayato's impression of her is still stuck on last week. And she and Que just started to lose their appetite a few days ago, so the change is inevitably obvious.

He Que didn't know about the end of the last chapter, and didn't understand what he meant, but her reaction was surprisingly strong. She almost immediately pulled her hand back after Kamisato Ayato said this. But she soon realized that she shouldn't have lost her composure like this, and hurriedly saluted to him to make amends: "Sir, the shrine magistrate."

Kamisato Ayato also took a step back and kept a polite distance from her: "I'm sorry, Miss Kujo, I was offended just now, please don't take it as an offense."

He Que strangely felt a sense of relief from this distant conversation, and his originally tense expression relaxed. He even took the initiative to ask, "Why is the Society Commissioner here?"

Kamisato Ayato had no intention of letting her know about the misunderstanding, and had already thought of an excuse: "Yesterday, Ayaka repeatedly mentioned that she had a very pleasant conversation with Miss Kujo, but for some reason she seemed to be in a low mood. I guess it was because I was unable to come yesterday."

He handed over the apology gift he had prepared: "It is indeed time for me to come. Even if my sister is here on my behalf, it is somewhat inappropriate."

He Que only regarded his words as courtesy. After all, the shrine's official duties themselves symbolized etiquette, and the people of the Kamisato family naturally abided by countless rules in their words and deeds.

She smiled softly, signaling him not to mind: "I understand that the magistrate is busy with affairs, and you don't have to apologize. The presence of Miss Kamisato in person is enough to show how much the Kamisato family values ​​the marriage with the Kujo family."

Kamisato Ayato suddenly asked, "Is it just the Kamisato family versus the Kujo family?"

"What does the community magistrate mean?" He Que didn't understand.

"Since Miss Kujo thinks so, it seems that I should change the way I express what I am going to say next." Kamisato Ayato smiled, "I would like to personally invite you to spend a day with me in Hanamizaka, just the two of us."

Heque was shocked and subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but Kamisato Ayato spoke first: "It's okay if Miss Kujo doesn't want to. After all, we haven't seen each other for so long. It's normal to feel a little estranged. I understand."

The lost expression on that clear and handsome face was so lethal that He Que swallowed his original words of refusal.

She had never been able to refuse him.

Both people present were very clear about this.

"...Please rest here for a while, Lord, I'll go back and change my clothes." He Que lowered his head in compromise.

After she left, Kamisato Ayato finally didn't have to hide the smile in his eyes anymore. He was sincerely happy that she was as soft-hearted as ever towards him, but he also became more and more confused as to why she had not come to see him in the past three years.

Forget it, he thought, at worst I can just take more initiative in the future. Although the problem with Kujo Takayuki is a bit troublesome, it is not unsolvable.

Almost immediately, several plans to cause trouble for Kujo Takayuki emerged in Kamisato Ayato's mind. Each of them was enough to make him anxious for a while, and he would not be able to block his way to find Heque and say some disgusting words.

Thinking of the disrespectful words that Kujo Takayuki said to Heque when he came to visit this morning, his eyes grew colder, and he didn't even care that many of them were meant to seduce him.

He chose the safest plan and decided to hand it over to the final execution after returning tonight.

It just so happened that He Que had already changed into a lighter set of casual clothes. He put away the hostility in his eyes and put on a kind and gentle smile again.

"It looks good. The light color suits you."

He Que avoided his gaze and responded in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)

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