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

"Mmm." Hanabi Hanamaru nodded, following her little hand that was being held.

Arriving at the back entrance of the Shinjuku Police Station, Uesugi and Hanabi waited for a short while before seeing Hanamaru Yuuki, dressed in a blue-gray police uniform, walk out.

He walked in and immediately noticed the box the little girl was carrying.

"dad......"

Upon seeing her father, Hanabi Hanabu suddenly lowered her head, looking at the bow on her collar.

Hanamaru Yuuki noticed her unusual behavior, but didn't say anything like, "Your skirt is a little short today."

He gestured to Kai Uesugi with his eyes and asked what had happened.

Kai Uesugi could only respond with his eyes, "It's not my fault."

Hanabi suddenly wanted to come to his place, which Hanamaru Yuuki found strange. "Never mind, come to my office first."

Along the way, in the huge building, I encountered very few people.

When the officers encountered Hanamaru Hiroki, they would bow at a 45-degree angle and greet the Superintendent.

As the group left, he curiously observed the two young men following behind him, chatting amongst themselves.

A spacious five-story office.

The two cups of tea were already steaming hot. Hanamaru Yuuki sat back in his chair, placed his hands on the desk, and smiled at the two people in front of him, saying:

Why did Hanabi suddenly decide to come to Daddy's place today?

"Hanabi...is here to apologize to Daddy..."

"apologize?"

Hanabi Hanamaru bowed her head, held the food box in both hands, and handed it out earnestly, her voice very serious:

"I'm...I'm sorry...Hanabi...Hanabi made Daddy unhappy..."

Unhappy?

Hanamaru Yuuki glanced at Uesugi Kai sitting next to her. With his meticulous mind, he already understood what his little darling was talking about.

It must be the incident from yesterday morning.

Did she notice the unusual feeling I had when I left?

He took the lunch his daughter had prepared for him with both hands, feeling the warmth of the food container. In truth, he didn't care much about what had happened yesterday morning.

He looked at the guilty Hanabi and said softly, "Hanabi, do you think Dad will be very sad because of that?"

"Hanabi..."

"It still will." Hanamaru Yuuki answered himself, interrupting the little girl who was about to speak.

"sorry......"

Hearing her father's words, Hanabi lowered her head further and further, her weak voice growing fainter and fainter.

A deep sense of apology permeated the air, and even Uesugi Kai, sitting next to her, could clearly feel it.

“However,” Hanamaru Yuuki changed the subject, speaking calmly as a father, “Dad has actually been prepared for this for a long time. Watching you grow up day by day, I am happy but also worried that one day you will leave my side.”

As a father, the way his daughter grows up will inevitably occupy an inviolable area in his heart.

He took out a silver-white pocket watch from his inner pocket, opened it, and saw a photo of Mrs. Hanamaru holding a young Hanabi when she was young.

The pocket watch is simple, and although it is well maintained, the yellowed dial inside still shows the marks of time.

Kai Uesugi knew the origin of this watch.

At the elementary school's autumn cultural festival, a kind lady bought a very immature painting that Xiaohua Huo had drawn at the time.

One thousand yen.

Although 1,000 yen wasn't much money for the Hanamaru family, it was enough to greatly encourage Hanabi at the time.

She happily used the money to buy a very cheap pocket watch.

The first money I ever earned in my life, the first gift I bought through my own hard work.

Hanamaru Hiroki was very happy to accept his daughter's cheap yet extravagant gift.

And it has been preserved to this day.

As for why Uesugi Kai knew, it's because he was right next to Hanabi when she bought the pocket watch.

Clutching his pocket watch in his right hand, Hanamaru Yuuki looked at the apologetic girl in the warm coat and couldn't feel any dislike at all.

“Uncle, here’s this too.” Uesugi Kai handed a small paper tube to Hanamaru Yuuki.

"A painting of fireworks?"

Hanabi glanced at her father secretly and whispered, "Kai... Kai-kun said that apologies should be sincere... so Hanabi drew a picture for Dad."

She paused.

"So... can Daddy forgive Hanabi? Hanabi won't say those things to Daddy again..."

"I accept Hanabi's apology." Hanamaru Yuuki understood that accepting her apology was the best way to take care of her feelings in this situation.

He looked at the exquisite food box in his hand and the unopened painting. "Hanabi's feelings have been clearly conveyed. She has prepared so many things for this. I know she must have put a lot of thought into it."

he went on.

“I have never been angry with Hua Huo, and I never will be. Having such a well-behaved daughter as you, and being able to watch you grow up, is the happiest thing in my life.”

"Seeing you happy and joyful every day is what makes me, as a father, most proud."

###Chapter 87 Park Bench###

Hanabi Hanabi and Kai Uesugi have already left.

Hanamaru Yuuki sat in the armchair, picked up the paper tube next to the empty teacup, and opened the painting that had not yet been opened.

The painting is simple; it depicts a father leading a little girl through a bustling city.

With a clear and well-defined theme, this not-so-large watercolor painting incorporates numerous elements.

The deep blue night sky, the glittering neon lights, the bustling commercial street, the various stalls, and the passersby coexist harmoniously.

The father's composure, the little girl's curiosity, and the subtle care as the father holds the little girl's hand are all depicted and highlighted in just a few strokes.

Everything blends naturally with the father and daughter walking slowly, creating an exceptionally realistic scene.

The structure is simple, but the ineffable happiness contained within it is vividly conveyed to the heart.

Hanamaru Yuuki carefully examined the watercolor painting in his hand several times, a faint smile appearing on his face:

"Your paintings are getting better and better."

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The thought that her father hadn't opened the painting until she left filled Hanabi with worry:

"Kai-kun... do you think Dad will like the painting Hanabi made?"

Walking under the lush beech trees dappled with sunlight, Uesugi Kai said gently, "If I had a daughter who painted a picture like that for me, I would be extremely happy."

He naturally took her small hand in his, its softness and warmth like a spring breeze flowing through his palm.

"My uncle also said that he received Hua Huo's sentiments."

Hana Maru's shimmering, violet eyes swayed gently under his gaze.

"So please don't worry, your uncle will always stand behind you, and your happiness is his pride."

Kai Uesugi gave her his usual smile naturally: "Kai-kun, it's the same. I'll always be there for you and always care about you, just like we've always grown up together."

"Kai-kun..."

With her face flushed red, she arrived gracefully, and Hanamaru Hanabi was a little embarrassed to meet his gaze.

"Shinjuku Central Park, shall we go for a walk together?" he said with a smile.

"Okay..." She nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation for the weekend.

Walk one kilometer past the Kerry Hotel Tokyo, and you'll reach the refreshing Shinjuku Central Park.

As the second largest park in Shinjuku Ward after Gyoen National Garden and Toyama, the 80,000-square-meter Central Park is a rare corner for relaxation in the bustling city.

The French-style courtyard is symmetrical and orderly, with fountains, pools, steps, and statues dotting the greenery.

Tourists come and go in a steady stream, but at just the right time, consciously avoiding disturbing the tranquility of this secluded spot.

Looking up from here and around, you see towering skyscrapers everywhere.

The two sat on a bench opposite the fountain, listening to the rushing sound of the water.

"Speaking of which, I haven't prepared a gift to apologize to Hanabi-chan yet," Uesugi Kai said.

“Kai-kun didn’t do anything to wrong Hanabi, so Hanabi doesn’t need an apology gift,” Hanamaru Hanabi said.

“You know I touched you secretly, right?” Uesugi Kai said to her.

"Hmm...Hanabi knows..." Hanamaru Hanabi responded softly; she did indeed know every detail.

"So I still need a gift."

"But...that was a dream..." Hanabi Hanamaru blushed, recalling that ticklish touch.

"Whether it was a dream or not is not important. What is important is that I had this idea and secretly followed your actions without Hanabi's consent. So, I still have to apologize to you."

The sensation of being touched lingered in her mind, Hanamaru Hanabi's breathing became hot, and the moderate sunlight in the park made her exude a youthful fragrance.

"Then... if Hanabi agrees with Kai-kun's idea... then Kai-kun won't need to apologize to Hanabi..."

Uesugi Kai moved closer to her, savoring the girlish scent that filled his nostrils, and whispered in her ear:

"Can I touch you now?"

The sunlight, rustling through the leaves, spilled across her little skirt. The red bow at the neckline paired with her pristine white blouse made her irresistibly cute.

She stole a few glances at the pedestrians walking and walking their dogs around her, her delicate body slightly twisting, looking uneasy.

"Now...now won't work...there are too many people...so many people are here..."

"And what happens after you get home?" The increasingly shy girl made Uesugi Kai smile, as if to say, "After all, I'm not some kind of demon."