Nanxiang still had a smile on his lips.

But his hands showed no sign of relaxing.

His words caused a huge uproar in Matsuzaka Shio's mind.

Exposed?

Did I expose myself?

why?

I should have been very careful about my words and actions.

Why was it still exposed?

Matsuzaka Shio couldn't understand it.

Even though Nango had a photo of his mother, Matsuzaka Sato, in his possession.

But that was more than 20 years ago, right after I graduated from university; it should be a photo of my own mother.

Not to mention that although she and her mother looked somewhat alike, Nango Toki had never seen her before, let alone how Nango Toki was so sure that Matsuzaka Satou had given birth to a daughter—what if Matsuzaka Satou had given birth to a boy?

Matsuzaka Shio was somewhat flustered.

When I arrived here.

She had actually considered all the possibilities.

But like now, his identity was exposed so quickly...

She never expected this to happen.

Could this be what's called blood ties... the direct connection where blood is thicker than water?

Matsuzaka Shio didn't understand at all.

But she still decided to follow the path she had chosen.

She looked completely bewildered: "Mr. Nango, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

Her feigned expression was flawless.

The surprise, panic, and confusion on her face when the stranger grabbed her hand seemed completely natural, without revealing the slightest flaw.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be doubting their own judgment at this point.

but--

Nanxiang still didn't seem to be letting go.

Instead, he looked at her with a teasing, gentle gaze.

This made Matsuzaka Shio anxious.

She couldn't help but speak up: "Mr. Nanxiang, if you continue like this, I'm going to call the police. Is it alright if you're treated as a pervert who molests women?"

Her voice was a stern warning to Nanxiang Shi in front of her.

His expression changed from initial panic to seriousness, as if he was about to pull out his phone to call the police at any moment.

This is undoubtedly a form of intimidation.

but--

"Go ahead and call the police. On the contrary, it will be easier to explain things when the police arrive."

Nanxiang Shi didn't pay any attention to the other party's threats; on the contrary, a smile appeared on his lips.

"I..."

Matsuzaka Shio opened his mouth.

Of course, she didn't dare to call the police.

As Nanxiang said.

If the police come.

Nango Toki probably only needed to hear the surname 'Matsusaka' in her name to be able to confirm her identity.

This is something she absolutely does not want to see.

But there's no other way to escape now...

Matsuzaka Shio's heart was churning with emotions, and he was secretly anxious.

Finally, she had no choice but to lower her voice: "You... Mr. Nango, what exactly are you planning to do?"

Nanxiang Shi in front of him was truly unyielding, neither yielding to soft nor hard tactics.

Having no other choice, she could only ask this with a stern face.

She had originally planned to maintain her composure and pretend to be clueless with Nanxiang.

but--

Nango's words immediately made Matsuzaka Shio, who had been so determined just moments before, relax.

His words were very simple.

It is so simple that it can be composed of just a few syllables.

How is your mother now?

As he said this, Nango looked at Matsuzaka Shio with a doting gaze and casually patted her head.

And it's just such a simple action.

It was just such ordinary talk.

But this made it impossible for Matsuzaka Shio, who was originally full of determination, to continue.

She lowered her voice and began to sob softly.

......

No matter how strong one's heart is.

Shioya Matsuzaka has always been a woman.

Every woman has a soft spot in her heart.

Nango was well aware of this.

Seeing her sobbing softly.

To avoid causing a commotion, he took her hand and led her outside.

Firstly, it allows one to breathe fresh air.

Secondly, it can also help the other person relax and relieve their dull mood.

This move was very effective.

Looking at the green plants outdoors, and the pond and bamboo grove in the courtyard.

Matsuzaka Shio's crying gradually stopped.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Nanxiang.

Even now, she still doesn't understand why Nanxiang Shi was able to figure out her identity.

but--

It's impossible to hide this anymore.

Matsuzaka Shio gave a helpless, bitter smile.

This trip was clearly just to say a true goodbye to the Nanxiang family.

But Nanxiang's sudden appearance gave her a firm grip on his grasp.

No wonder he's the kind of man his mother talks about her all her life.

He was truly a master at controlling a girl's emotions.

Seeing her finally calmed him down.

When he was in the south, he would casually hand over the tea he had on hand.

The rich aroma of premium tea leaves perked up Matsuzaka Shio a little.

She slowly drank it, exhaled, and looked much more relaxed.

"What's your name?"

Nanxiang turned his head and asked softly.

Although he already knew the other person's name from the letter that followed.

However, it would be more natural to ask a question here.

"My name is Matsuzaka Shio."

The girl, who had been stubborn just moments before, finally stopped being defiant and answered Nango's question in a low voice.

"Matsusaka Shio..."

Nanxiang murmured this name.

He vaguely understood why Matsuzaka Sugar named Matsuzaka Shio that...

Salt...represents bitterness.

In other words, from birth, this child was a symbol of bitterness in Matsuzaka Satou's eyes.

He grasped Matsuzaka Shio's hand.

The girl even curled her toes a little, seemingly unaccustomed to such gentle treatment.

Nanxiang Shi didn't seem to care about her reaction. He simply smoothed her hair gently and continued to ask, "How is your mother now?"

"..." Matsuzaka Shio did not answer immediately this time.

After a long silence, he slowly began to speak: "My mother passed away last month."

As expected...

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