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

The path was lined with beech trees and shrubs used for landscaping. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, rustling and swaying in the wind, casting dappled shadows that made the ground appear as a transparent emerald green.

Hanabi Hanamaru stood under the lush green shade of the trees, the light and shadows shimmering and dancing on her shoulders. At the same time, half of her face was illuminated by a large patch of sunlight. As she moved, light and shadow flickered back and forth on her face and the strands of hair behind her ears, making her profile, her snow-white neck, and every inch of her skin look fresh and beautiful.

Uesugi just stood there watching the beautiful girl with her beret and flowing hair.

She walked very calmly, each step the same distance, no more, no less, just right.

Her skirt swayed slightly as she held a handbag in front of her, her slender, white fingers delicately gripping it. Her sleeves just covered her palms, revealing half of her delicate fingers with pale pink nail polish, giving her an indescribable girlish charm.

The bow on her chest, the knitted sweater underneath, and the light-colored coat on the outside all seemed to accentuate her beauty.

As Uesugi listened to the sound of his footsteps echoing on the paving stones, he thought to himself that it had been a long time since he had looked at her so intently.

Hanabi Hanamaru's face looks more mature than when she was 15, but her cuteness hasn't faded, and the changes aren't that significant.

Looking at her small pink hand, half of which was hidden in her sleeve, Uesugi felt a strong urge to take her hand and lead her away.

I want to hold her small hands and make her blush in front of me.

"Hanabi."

"Um...?"

Don't you think you look adorable today?

"You... are plotting something again." Hanabi Hanamaru half-closed her eyelashes and narrowed her violet eyes into slits.

"No, no," Uesugi said with a smile, moving a little closer to her. "I just wanted to hold your hand."

"Holding hands?"

"Yes, it's very gentle for a husband to hold his wife's hand, isn't it?"

“Hmm,” Hanabi Hanabi raised her chin slightly and looked at the dappled shade above her head, “Then Hanabi has a question for you.”

"What's the problem?"

Do you still remember the feeling of your first handshake when you first started dating?

"What was it like when you first tried to shake hands with someone when you were just starting out in a relationship?" Uesugi recalled.

"Mmm." Hanabi Hanabi looked at him with expectant eyes.

"I don't remember," Uesugi said, turning around and smiling at her while touching his chin.

The smile on Hanabi Hanabi's face quickly disappeared.

"No, I was just kidding! I actually remember it very clearly!"

"King, you're joking with Hanabi again!" Hanabi was a little angry, turned her head away, and looked straight ahead, refusing to look at him.

After turning a corner at the end of a path, the two walked to the edge of a pond.

Uesugi said nostalgically, "The first time we held hands, it seems like I was the one who took the initiative. We went to and from school together almost every day. That day when I got home, I looked at your hand carrying your shoulder bag and thought it was so cute and delicate. I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in my heart, like waves surging and stimulating that thought in my mind."

Hanabi Hanabi, her eyes fixed straight ahead, only glanced at him furtively: "And then?"

"Then, that feeling kept urging me to take her hand! Take her hand! She's such a shy girl, she definitely wouldn't dare to take the initiative to take my hand. If you don't take the initiative, when will your relationship ever develop?"

Hanabi Hanabi couldn't help but smile after hearing this, but she still didn't look at him. Instead, she asked in a cute voice, "Anything else?"

"And of course, I also stole a glance at you. I think it was from the side. The setting sun was shining on your shoulder, and your face was flushed with a faint blush. In any case, I thought you were extremely beautiful. At that moment, I suddenly realized that the little girl who had always been by my side was actually so beautiful, so beautiful that I couldn't help but stare at her face."

"You're exaggerating too much!" Hanabi Hanamaru's steps became lighter.

“What’s so exaggerated about that?” Uesugi thought more seriously instead. “I was just thinking that I should hold her hand, just to hold her hand, and then my hand unconsciously went to her little hand, and at the same time I said to her in a slightly embarrassed voice: ‘Want to hold hands?’”

Hanabi Hanamaru listened attentively.

"The girl hesitated at first, then blushed, and then slowly and tentatively let go of the shoulder bag, extending a small and timid right hand. It was at this moment that I grabbed it."

"No, no!" Hanabi Hanamaru suddenly turned around and faced him.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Kimi was very gentle in asking her to extend her hand, and then told Hanabi to relax."

Uesugi was a little surprised: "Hanabi, you remember it so clearly?"

"Kimi, Hanabi still remembers that day was April 10th... That day, you invited Hanabi to your house..."

Do girls remember the days of their first time holding hands or their first kiss so clearly?

If you think about it carefully, it's been more than two years. So many things have happened in that time, yet she still remembers them so clearly.

Perhaps sensing his thoughts, Hanabi Hanabi turned her gaze back and whispered:

"Someone will always remember these days, won't they? Looking back now, they will feel very happy."

"Yes, I completely agree with that."

"Therefore! You should also be familiar with some holidays! What holiday is tomorrow, the 23rd?"

"The 23rd? What holiday is that? I remember Christmas is on the 25th of next month."

"Thank you for Labor Day! We have a holiday tomorrow."

Now that you mention fireworks, Uesugi does remember; there seems to be such a festival, held every year.

It has nothing to do with International Workers' Day; it's a holiday inherited from ancient Japan.

It is probably a grand festival held by the Japanese Imperial Family to celebrate the harvest of the year and to pray for a bountiful harvest in the coming year.

However, nowadays, calling it a grand festival is a bit of an exaggeration.

Except for some small places that hold certain folk festivals, most people treat it as an ordinary holiday.

The whole country gets a one-day holiday, and if it falls on a Saturday or Sunday, it will be a three-day holiday.

"So what are we going to do tomorrow?" Uesugi asked.

"I'm going home for dinner tomorrow. My mom also mentioned wanting to go on a trip, but we haven't decided yet."

"Oh, I see."

Hanabi Hanabi's purple eyes darted around, sparkling beautifully in the sunlight. She said sullenly, "You didn't forget our wedding anniversary, did you?"

"How could that be? We've only been married for a little over a month. Our wedding anniversary is your birthday, Hanabi-chan." Uesugi said, then suddenly remembered something, "Wait, how did the topic suddenly veer off here? I was trying to hold your hand, Hanabi."

"It's not that I can't give it to you."

"G? Is the current level of affection enough?"

Hanabi Hanamaru laughed, her hands behind her back, her handbag following her small hands to the back of her skirt: "So you have to wait until your affection level reaches 70. This time, Hanabi won't give you any special privileges. No special privileges, that's right! No special privileges!"

Let's set a small goal first, like remembering the website address of Shukeju mobile reading platform in one second:

###Chapter 486 Coffee, Coffee Shop###

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

Kai Uesugi followed closely behind Hanabi Hanamaru the whole way.

The city streets, pedestrians, and the sounds of cars echoed in the air, and behind me was the signboard of Tonkotsu Ramen, covered with large black characters.

Uesugi Kai followed the light-hearted girl's back not far ahead, watching her stop, hold her shoulder bag behind her back, tilt her head slightly to look left and right, and then turn to the right with her swaying skirt before disappearing into the crossroads.

"Walking so fast?"

When his wife suddenly disappeared, Uesugi Kai felt a surge of anxiety and quickly followed her, turning in the direction in which the girl had vanished.

As he turned at the intersection, he found her stopping in front of a vending machine. The girl raised her chin slightly and looked at the products displayed inside with her bright purple eyes.

She tapped her feet and looked at them one by one.

"Hmm, corn chowder, red bean soup with rice cakes, ocha, coffee, milk tea..." Hanabi's gaze finally settled on a beverage packaged in a cardboard box. "Let's have barley tea!"

Just then, a hand appeared in her line of sight and placed the order for the two drinks she had just picked out.

Hanabi Hanabi looked to the side as the hand suddenly appeared, only to find that it was Kai Uesugi who had come to her side.

Taking advantage of his height, he smiled at himself and said, "I'll have one too."

"Doesn't Kai-kun only drink coffee and beverages?" Hanabi Hanamaru's face was dappled with sunlight.

"You can't say that. Aren't we going to a coffee shop now? And people shouldn't consume too much caffeine in a day, so we should choose between coffee drinks and pure coffee."

With a bang, two cans of barley tea were squeezed out of the vending machine and landed in the dispensing slot below.

Hanabi Hanamaru squatted down, placed her shoulder bag on her lap, and reached through the vending machine's cover with both hands to take out the barley tea.

She handed one cup of barley tea to Kai Uesugi with one hand, held her own barley tea in the other, and then stood up, carrying her shoulder bag.

"Kai-kun seems to have always liked coffee."

The afternoon sun hung in the sky behind them as the two continued walking toward the tram station.

"That's how it is. Let me do it." Uesugi Kai tucked his handbag under his arm, took the barley tea from Hanabi's little hand, untied the straw, inserted it, and handed it back to her.

"Thank you, Kai-kun..."

Hanabi Hanamaru thanked them in a very soft voice, took the barley tea, and slowly bit the straw with her glistening lips, taking a gentle sip.

The white straw twitched gently as she sucked, and Uesugi Kai watched as her slender white fingers delicately pinched the cardboard box as if they were gently gathered above her. The long sleeves of her coat, which covered half of her small hand, made her gesture of holding the drink look extremely cute and exquisite.

It was only then that Uesugi Kai truly understood what it meant for a beautiful girl to do anything beautifully.

I think her face looks so cute when she drinks, her little mouth looks so pink and tender, and her fingers holding the cardboard box look as delicate and exquisite as if they were carved from jade.

Just like when I was looking at her under the school gates earlier, I wanted to grab her hand.

"When did Kai-kun start liking coffee? Hanabi seems to have known that Kai-kun liked it ever since she met him."

Hanabi Hanabi and Kai Uesugi first met on a snowy day when they were three years old.

Based on this calculation, Uesugi Kai's hobby is indeed a bit too far off the mark.

Kai Uesugi also took a sip of his barley tea: "Hanabi-chan...you know I have a lot of secrets, don't you?"

"Hmm..." Hanabi Hanabi nodded gently, biting her straw as she turned to look at him and said, "Hanabi knows, Kai-kun has many little secrets that he can't tell you."

Kai Uesugi: "What if I told you that these secrets might be hard for you to believe, Hanabi?"

"Unbelievable, isn't it? But... even if it's something like the afterlife, Hanabi would still believe Kai-kun."

When Uesugi Kai heard what Hanabi Hanabi said beside him, he wasn't shocked. He just smiled and thought to himself, "Just as I thought. Hanabi is indeed a girl who is willing to believe in me unconditionally."