My love index is at its maximum.

I went to the bedside.

She bent slightly and used her index finger to lift Tsukasa Tazaki's chin: "There are still three hours until dark, little brat, do you know what to do?"

Bending over, her buttocks protruding, the lines revealed by the taut black skirt were incredibly alluring.

Tsukasa Tazaki's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said with difficulty, "I guarantee it!"

Feeling his hot breath, Hoshino Hanami showed a satisfied expression: "Hurry up and hug your big sister!"

"Yes, sir!"

Tazaki Tsukasa stood up and put his arm around her shoulder, his lips pressing greedily against her sexy red lips, as if he wanted to eat half of the lipstick she had just applied. His hands were not idle either, starting from her shoulders and moving down the curve of her back.

Lost in the passionate kiss, Hoshino Hanami lost all strength.

The two fell heavily onto the bedding.

With a hissing sound.

Hoshino Hanami immediately bit her lower lip and gripped the pillow tightly with both hands.

"I love my big sister the most," Tsukasa Tazaki whispered in her ear.

"Me too……"

Hoshino Hanami called out softly, and then, with his permission, turned over and wrapped her two snow-white arms tightly around his neck.

Their bodies were completely intertwined, and both felt a sense of peace and happiness, a feeling of contentment.

Chapter 184 As long as the destination is the same, the boys and girls will eventually come together.

Ring, ring, ring.

On July 24th, the alarm clock rang in the early morning.

Five minutes later, there was no sound in the room, and the alarm clock stopped on its own.

Nestled in the soft, warm velvet blankets, Kuriyama Sakura remained immersed in a tranquil, autumnal sleep, like a locust in the night.

The exact time is unclear, but judging from the brightness of the light filtering through the curtains, it was probably around seven o'clock on a summer morning.

The beautiful girl curled up in bed like a small animal, her sleep so pure, so perfect. Her delicate, cool face was as serene and precise as a work of art, not even a tremor in her eyelashes.

They slept soundly and cautiously.

Together with sardines, with Hanami-nee, with Ninomiya and Tazaki, they greedily feasted on the fruits of happiness in a brightly lit world.

Just then, the phone rang.

Things I don't want to forget

Can you give me one last kiss?

Things I don't want to forget

Oh oh oh oh oh……

I love you more than you'll never know

First, Hanami-nee disappeared...

stop!

It's so noisy, please stop right now!

Then Ninomiya and Tazaki disappeared, and finally Neko disappeared too, leaving her all alone.

What?! It was so hard to get everyone together...

She opened her eyes with a sudden movement, like a water lily blooming in a pond.

Kuriyama Sakura's cheeks puffed out slightly, and she glared at the phone for a few seconds, biting her little tiger teeth in a sulky manner. In the end, she could only yawn as she swiped the answer icon and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello~"

"Kuriyama-kun, remember to meet at the school gate at eight o'clock today."

"Shimamoto-sensei...you're disturbing my sleep!"

"No way, it's already seven o'clock and you're still not up?"

Kuriyama Sakura rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "If it weren't for Shimamoto-sensei's phone call, I could have slept until noon."

"Oh dear, I forgot to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Tazaki-san will also be attending the kendo club training camp, so you'd better hurry up and don't make everyone late for the assembly!"

"..." Kuriyama Sakura was stunned for a moment, then murmured as if talking to herself, "Shimamoto-sensei, you didn't just give it away for nothing, did you?"

"Huh? What... I just entered the tunnel, the signal isn't very good. I'll talk to you later, I'm driving."

"You do have a driver's license..."

"dudu~"

Kuriyama Sakura felt very troubled and couldn't help but gently rub her temples for a while.

Ugh.

He's quite an interesting person.

Why does he have to be such a jerk?

Getting out of bed, Sakura Kuriyama went to the window and drew back the curtains. The weather was perfect today; the lawn in the courtyard was bathed in sunlight, making the distant Tokyo Tower glitter.

There are many flowers and trees planted in the yard.

She gazed at one tall willow tree, its leaves so lush that whenever the wind blew, the branches swayed like homeless ghosts. She had planted this tree herself as a child, watching it grow day by day, feeling as if it were a friend, having spoken countless times with it.

Standing facing the sun, the wind blew in through the open window, ruffling her long, untied hair.

The girl gazing quietly into the courtyard didn't seem aloof or prickly; instead, she resembled an ordinary, sentimental girl typical of her age.

Ten minutes later, Kuriyama Sakura began packing her luggage.

I didn't bring much: a few books, a laptop, paintbrushes and paints, three sets of clothes to change into, a few pairs of black stockings or knee-high socks, black high heels, and white tennis shoes.

While tidying up, I would occasionally look up at the paintings hanging on the wall.

Bright sunshine, cool sea, sparkling sand, a boy on a white deck chair and a pretty girl lying next to him.

In that other world that truly exists, boys and girls are forever fifteen years old, their youth is eternal, and everything sparkles.

After packing my luggage and washing up, I finished.

Then, look in the mirror and get ready, comb your hair into a ponytail, and add a bow hair accessory.

Change into a white shirt with ruffles.

Black mini skirt.

sock……

After some thought, she chose the latter over the cute style of thigh-high stockings and the sexy style of sheer over-the-knee black stockings.

Whoosh, the red ribbon at the collar is tied.

Spray a little perfume on your wrists and neck.

Apply some sunscreen to your face.

OK.

Today's Minister is living the life of a refined young woman.

Pulling a suitcase.

Kuriyama Sakura left home full of energy, heading north from the port area towards Yotsuya.

……

September 24th, 6:30 AM.

Chiyoda Ward, along the moat surrounding the Imperial Palace.

Kikawa Yui stopped in front of the slope, panting as she glanced up at the eastern sky. The orange-red and pale pink dawn light was much dimmer than before, and the sun would soon be fully up.

Go home, take a shower, and then go to the meeting.

With that thought in mind, she walked up the slope and entered the house, which was so large that one could easily get lost.

Passing through the front yard, the central courtyard is filled with evergreen pines and cypresses, as well as a wide variety of flowers, and servants in kimonos constantly move between the corridors.

After turning left and right, it took about fifteen minutes to reach the spacious backyard where the host family lived.

A two-story building with brown brick and tile roof suddenly appeared in front of us.

The courtyard wall is covered with various shrubs and junipers to conceal the view. They have grown too vigorously, and the dilapidated courtyard can be barely glimpsed through the gaps in the shrubs.

There was nothing pleasing to the eye; the soil was dark and damp, and the garden trees consisted of only two or three inconspicuous clumps of hydrangeas. The stone table and chairs in the courtyard had probably been idle for a long time, covered with petals that had been knocked off by the rain.

Qichuan Yui stopped and stared blankly at the small building.

How long has it been since anyone walked into this courtyard?

A nylon clothesline still stretched across the balcony, but no clothes were hanging on it anymore. Beneath the clothesline lay a drooping, faded rubber tree bonsai. All the leaves had fallen, leaving only withered, brown branches.

Kikawa Yui couldn't help but feel sorry for the rubber tree.

If I could be reincarnated, I would never want to be reborn as something like that.

But... is there even a choice?

No, I don't think so.

Everything was predetermined in our genes, leaving no room for confusion, despair, or regret.

There are no formal doubts or moral entanglements.

Kikawa Yui crossed her arms and pondered these things in her mind.

I didn't actually intend to think about it, but once the thought popped into my head, I just couldn't stop thinking about it.

The filthy balcony, the pitiful rubber trees, and the boy during those ten years form a stark contrast to the vibrant and energetic version of him he is today.