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

Her voice still betrayed her unhappiness.

In the past, she always appeared shy and a little flustered.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he pushed open her door.

###Chapter 84 Silly Fireworks is Getting Better###

The curtains were drawn.

The sunlight from outside can only fall upon it.

The girl's room was very tidy, so tidy that it seemed like she had deliberately tidied it up.

The girl, her gaze drawn away from the bookshelf filled with art books, sat quietly on the bed, feeling forlorn.

The loose-fitting T-shirt hugged her petite frame.

Below the pink shorts were plump thighs pressed together, slender calves and fleshy thighs pressed together, and little feet spread apart to the sides, making the girl's sitting posture very cute.

Her pure white skin was exposed to the air, completely unobstructed and laid bare.

Hanabi Hanamaru was hugging a life-sized shark plush toy when she looked up at him as the door creaked open.

After a fleeting glance, she lowered her head again, her fingers gripping the fish's gills, and whispered, "I'm sorry... Kai-kun... Hanabi doesn't want to go out today..."

She was referring to the invitation Uesugi Kai extended to her last night.

"fine."

Kai Uesugi felt that she was like a wounded child, who would not make a fuss or cry, but would silently seal her bad feelings in her heart.

Her appearance was heartbreaking.

He sat down beside her, saw her white feet curled inward, took out a clean white letter from his pocket, and handed it to her.

"Please accept this."

The white letter filled her entire field of vision.

"Kai...Kai-kun?" Hanabi Hanabi looked up at him, slightly loosening her grip on the doll.

The little hand took the letter he handed over.

"I'm sorry, Hanabi."

The air remained silent for a long time.

Hanabi Hanabi's eyes gleamed, the disappointment from just moments before still lingering: "Kai-kun... why are you apologizing?"

"Because... I let you down," Uesugi Kai said with deep remorse.

He looks exactly like a guy making a self-criticism to his girlfriend.

"Kai-kun..."

Hanabi Hanabi stared blankly at him, her small hands tightly gripping the pristine white letter, her fingernails leaving marks on the paper.

The word "let down" dealt another blow to her already fragile mental state in recent days.

Now, Kai-kun... hates fireworks too...

A heart-wrenching pain lingered in my mind.

Fireworks...so useless....

She lowered her head again, her trembling, violet eyes glistening with moisture amidst her barely audible sobs.

Kai Uesugi noticed that a few wet dots had suddenly appeared on the pristine white letter.

Why are you crying?

Before he could even speak, Hanamaru Hanabi's voice trembled with fear, almost choked with sobs:

"Hanabi... what did Hanabi do wrong... Kai-kun... why, why doesn't Kai-kun want Hanabi anymore...?"

""

Kai Uesugi's intelligence of 8 points is suspicious.

"Hanabi makes bento boxes for Kai every day, Hanabi stays with Kai every day, and Hanabi tries even harder every day, as long as Kai tells Hanabi what she did wrong..."

She kept her head down, large tears streaming down her face, leaving tear tracks, her expression one of panic and anxiety.

"So... Kai-kun, please don't give up on clumsy Hanabi, okay?"

Kai Uesugi was stunned. Wasn't he apologizing to her and asking for her forgiveness?

"Don't cry, no, that's not what I meant."

He quickly said, trying to stop the melodramatic plot from unfolding, "Letter, take a look at the letter."

"letter......"

Hanabi Hanamaru, who had been sobbing, regained a little composure, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and opened the tender letter.

The letter was titled "Apology Letter".

She looked up, holding the letter in her small hands, her weak voice still choked with emotion: "...Kai-kun?"

Please read on.

The letter, devoid of fancy words, was a full page filled with apologies.

Although it was a dream, that strange dream reflected his true thoughts.

It was just an ordinary apology letter, consisting of only simple, declarative sentences.

Finally, he begged for her forgiveness, hoping she would smile at him more often, just like before.

This is a two-thousand-word self-criticism that Uesugi Kai wrote after racking his brains all night.

"Kai-kun...didn't you want to abandon Hanabi?"

The girl was still wearing that oversized T-shirt, revealing her collarbones. However, she had carefully worn a close-fitting bra underneath, and her previously barely visible roundness was now tightly covered by the smooth silk fabric.

Uesugi Kai didn't dare to steal another glance at her. "Hanabi...don't you hate me?"

Hanabi Hanabi looked at him with teary eyes and said clearly, "Hanabi...why do you hate Kai-kun?"

Uesugi Kai pointed at the letter: "Because I secretly touched you, you said yesterday that you cared a lot, were not happy, and didn't talk to me much."

Hanabi Hanamaru looked down at her chubby little mound, her feverish face shaking slightly.

"That's not what Hanabi cares about..."

"You don't hate it?" Uesugi Kai was referring to himself.

"Kai-kun..."

Hanabi Hanamaru hesitated for a long time, biting her lip lightly, before finally nodding nervously, "Mmm..."

She was referring to the incident where someone secretly touched her stomach.

"..."

It turns out it was all a misunderstanding. I even went to great lengths to find out how to apologize.

Uesugi Kai approached, took her small hand in his, and inhaled the captivating scent of her youthful body:

"Why is the fireworks so unhappy?"

The letter was set aside; what was once important had become irrelevant.

Hanabi Hanamaru didn't resist his closeness, but when she heard his question, she lowered her head: "Hanabi...said some very bad things to Daddy..."

"How could you say something hurtful that made your uncle angry?"

Kai Uesugi looked surprised. "Your uncle won't be angry with you."

"Dad isn't angry...it was Hanabi who said something hurtful that made Dad sad..."

Hanabi Hanamaru's pretty face was still wet with tears.

"I want to apologize to Dad..."

Kai Uesugi felt the frustration and guilt she felt in his hand, a feeling that was much stronger than his own.

“But Dad was busy working all night and didn’t have time to come home. I didn’t have a chance to apologize to Dad.”

"Dad has always been very good to Hanabi, but Hanabi made Dad sad because of a dream."

Hanabi Hanabi's delicate and pitiful appearance made Uesugi Kai unconsciously put his arm around her slender waist, but he didn't get too close.

The distance was just right, so natural that she didn't even realize she was being hugged around the waist. She just kept saying to herself, "Dad... must be very sad... Hanabi can't go out with Kai-kun until I apologize to Dad..."

The tender body of the girl felt soft and sweet in my hands.

He wanted to make her happy.

"How about we go out together to find Uncle?"

Hanabi Hanamaru was somewhat tempted: "But... Dad's at work..."

"Your uncle is worried that it's dangerous for you to go out alone. He's very busy with work, but he should also have time to rest at noon."

Kai Uesugi took out his phone, waved it in front of her, and said with a smile:

"How about I ask for Hanabi?"

###Chapter 85 Heading to West Shinjuku###

Behind them, a huge floor-to-ceiling bulletproof window reflected the deep blue sky above.

Wearing a blue-gray police uniform, Hanamaru Yuuki leaned back in his chair, placed his feet on the brown desk, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this moment of rest.

Below, the wide Ome Street was bustling with traffic between the skyscrapers, a vibrant tapestry of Tokyo, yet not a single sound reached the superintendent's ears.

The office was very quiet.

However, he suddenly frowned, took out his vibrating phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "What is it now? Don't tell me he can get away in a police car. If that's the case, you guys can pack your things and get out of here."

“It’s me, Uncle.” It was Uesugi Kai’s voice.

Hanamaru Yuuki woke up a bit from his nap, glanced at the phone in his right hand, and, confirming he hadn't grabbed the wrong one, asked, "How do you have this number?"