Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

After waiting for a while, the people in the cabin unbuckled their seatbelts and got up to take out their backpacks and suitcases from the overhead cabinets.

Sitting next to Uesugi Kai was a British woman, and every time he looked out the window he would see her thoughtful profile.

He seems like a cultured person.

When he got up to take his luggage, he also helped her put the suitcase down.

The blonde, blue-eyed woman stared at his face, smiled, and said in English:

"Thank you, you are very kind."

Kai Uesugi, with her backpack on, replied in English, "It's nothing."

Amidst the airplane announcements and the sound of passengers' shoes tapping on the cabin floor, Uesugi Kai disembarked.

After crossing the exit bridge, you arrive at the wide ground below.

The rows of lights in the terminal building not far away were as dazzling as fireworks, illuminating the dark Heathrow Airport and seemingly painting the London night sky with a layer of red.

Even while waiting for the car, with a gentle breeze on her face, Uesugi Kai couldn't help but take a few extra breaths.

It's not that the air in London is particularly good, but rather that it's my first time here, and I'm filled with a great deal of novelty.

The confined environment inside the airplane for 12 hours made him miss the open outdoor air even more.

He boarded the bus to the waiting room.

This was his first time abroad, and he was surrounded by blond-haired, blue-eyed, and bearded foreigners.

And it was filled with the scent of perfume.

Compared to women, well-dressed men tend to have a stronger body fragrance.

After getting off the bus and finding her luggage, Kai Uesugi glanced at the crowd outside waiting for her relatives to disembark, then continued walking with her head down.

Perhaps there was a tiny bit of hope.

But I hadn't told her I was coming to England, so there was no way I could expect her to pick me up at the airport.

Kai Uesugi dragged his luggage to a bakery inside the airport with exotic decorations.

"A croissant, please."

After paying 3 pounds, he put his luggage beside him, took a piece of bread wrapped in brown paper in his hand, and sat down on a chair in the airport to eat it.

As Uesugi Kai scrolled through her phone, contemplating which hotel to stay at that night, she glanced up and caught a glimpse of a small yellow round hat across from her.

As her gaze shifted down to that adorable sleeping face, Uesugi Kai felt as if her brain had been electrocuted.

The sound of high heels clicking on the gleaming airport floor, the hurried footsteps, the sound of luggage wheels, and the airport announcements all mingled together, echoing in my ears.

I hadn't seen her for half a month, and she quietly fell asleep on the chair opposite me.

Kai Uesugi pulled his luggage and sat down next to her.

Instead of disturbing her sleep, he carefully examined her clothes and face.

Beneath the small round hat adorned with white flowers, her gentle face glowed with a soft pink hue, and her closed eyes, like her breathing, were calm and even.

The white dress made her look like a continuous shower of cherry blossoms under the white clouds in April spring; just one glance was enough to soften one's heart.

Sometimes, silence is the best language.

Kai Uesugi simply sat beside her, inhaling the faint scent of lilies emanating from her, and eating the almond croissant in his hand.

In the bustling airport, only her sweet sleeping face beside me could warm the fleeting loneliness hidden in my heart.

......

Hanabi Hanamaru opened her eyes as her sleepiness subsided, and in the gradually brightening blur, she found herself leaning on someone's shoulder.

It feels familiar, nostalgic, and reliable.

This feeling made her not even turn to look at him, but still leaning on his shoulder, she whispered:

"Kai-kun..."

"..."

"do you miss me?"

"Um......"

“I’m not the kind of person who says mushy things, but I have to admit that I’ve missed you while you were gone.”

Kai Uesugi didn't dare look at her face again.

"How did Hanabi know I would come here?"

"Uncle Yuzuki told me." Hanabi Hanamaru ran to the airport to wait for him just after noon when she heard he was coming. "Kai-kun... are you here to see Hanabi?"

Uesugi Kai was silent for a moment, then said, "It may sound rude, but I came... to ask you to go back..."

......

......

Then, he turned his head and saw the girl's evasive eyes, avoiding his gaze:

"I'm sorry, Kai-kun, Hanabi can't go back yet."

Buzz... Buzz...

My phone suddenly rang.

But Uesugi Kai simply sat in his original position without making any movement.

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5:12 AM

In London's White District, through her uncle Yuyue's introduction, Uesugi Kai temporarily moved into a villa apartment.

The house features a multi-tiered, gabled wooden roof, red brick walls, and a view of the fountain at the intersection of three pedestrian streets from the bedroom window.

The interior decoration is more modern, but there is still an old-fashioned fireplace in both the bedroom and the living room.

Because he arrived so late, he didn't wake up until after lunchtime the next day on a Simmons down mattress.

London is much colder than Tokyo.

He was wearing short sleeves and a t-shirt over there, but here he had to put on a jacket to keep warm.

Fortunately, the sun was shining brightly. Uesugi Kai put on her clothes, leaned against the window, and felt the warmth of the sunlight on her face.

Gothic buildings line both sides of the road, and many people stroll and relax in the middle of the intersection of three pedestrian streets. There are handsome young men playing the saxophone, beautiful girls chatting and laughing outside coffee shops, and British women pushing strollers.

This was the first time Uesugi Kai had the opportunity to appreciate such exotic scenery, and he found it quite pleasant.

However, he also knew that this area was considered an affluent neighborhood. When he took a taxi from the airport, he saw many homeless people sleeping on the streets and drunk.

Regardless, reality must eventually prevail, and Uesugi Kai now needs to figure out how to persuade Hanabi to go back.

He stared at the fountain in the middle of the street, gradually becoming lost in thought.

"Ding-dong!"

After regaining her senses, Uesugi Kai realized it was her own doorbell ringing, so she went downstairs and slowly opened the wooden door.

Standing outside the door was an elderly British lady with white hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses with anti-slip chains.

She was carrying a basket of bread covered with a white cloth.

"Mr. Uesugi, I think you haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

Kai Uesugi was a little confused because he didn't recognize the old woman, and said in English:

"This is...?"

"The guidance of fate."

The old lady smiled and said a proverb, then continued, "Mr. Hanamaru once lived here, and I am also the landlord. Mr. Uesugi can call me by my name, Margaret."

“Mrs. Margaret,” Uesugi Kai greeted politely.

Mrs. Margaret smiled and lifted the basket in her hand: "Good boy, let me in first, the peanut butter won't taste so good if it gets cold."

"Please come in."

Mrs. Margaret stood by the square dining table in the living room and took out bread, eggs, milk, jam, peanut butter, and other items.

The living room is well-lit, allowing you to enjoy most of the sunlight from early morning to noon.

Kai Uesugi took two plates and a set of cutlery from the kitchen cabinet and placed them on the table.

"This is breakfast, but Mr. Uesugi seems to be sleeping every time I come over, so I don't want to disturb him. But it would be a shame to waste so much food, so I can only trouble Mr. Uesugi to have this belated breakfast with me."

"Didn't Mrs. Margaret have breakfast?"

"Mr. Uesugi is here for the first time, so I must apologize for my oversight."

"negligence?"

Kai Uesugi arrived at the room very late last night. Although he was still very sleepy, he knew that the room had been carefully cleaned and the bed was made neatly.

He put down his luggage and went straight to sleep.

Mrs. Margaret straightened her light-colored trench coat and sat down in the lace-trimmed chair.

As she picked up a piece of bread, spread jam on it, and smiled, she said:

“I knew Mr. Uesugi might arrive in London late and wouldn’t get up this early, but I still baked the bread in advance and made several trips back and forth.”

Mrs. Margaret placed the jam-spouted bread on the plate in front of Kai Uesugi, then turned around, smiled, and said:

"I hope Mr. Uesugi won't find it offensive. When I was young, the children always teased me, saying, 'You're as bad as Miss Margaret's bread!'"

As if recalling the past, Mrs. Margaret's smile widened behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

Kai Uesugi didn't see anything "bad" about the bread on the plate; when she took a bite, it had that soft and fragrant texture.

Compared to bagged bread produced on a regular industrial line, it's like heaven.

"It's delicious."

Mrs. Margaret smiled and nodded, "I'm very pleased that Mr. Uesugi likes it."

The apartment looks exquisitely decorated, and the chairs and solid wood tables are quite expensive. Mrs. Margaret probably owns more than one of these houses, so she must be a wealthy lady.