My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

"Good to know, drive faster, baby dog."

For some reason, having ridden in countless cars, many of which were much more expensive than this one, I felt particularly excited upon entering Chiyo.

He let the evening breeze and the first snowflakes drift in through the open car window, a genuine smile on his face.

"I haven't driven in a long time, Fox. You may not care about your life, but I do. Besides, I care about my car. I can't afford to pay for the repairs," Shiraishi Zexiu said with a smile. "Also, don't catch a cold."

The car started to accelerate, and even Shiraishi Sawa became happier.

After speeding along the avenue leading to Tokyo Bay for some distance, Shiraishizawa Hide suddenly slowed down, looking at Ichiyo Ichiri with a slightly puzzled expression:

"Chiyo, where are we going...?"

They seemed to have no destination.

After a moment of contemplation, Chiyo looked excitedly at Shiraishi Sawa and said, "I'll give you directions."

"it is good."

"Left." "Left." "Right." "Just go straight."...

Shiraishi Sawa immediately understood why Chiyo didn't just give him his destination and let him use navigation when he entered the city. It was because the tall girl was holding a coin and tossing it every time she turned a corner.

Completely random.

Even after discovering it, Shiraishi Sawa Hide did not stop it; he found it quite amusing.

That's how souls meshed.

"Go straight."

"Navigator, we're getting further and further away from the city. We're about to drive into a dangerous place where you'll be left with no one to call for help. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

The surrounding area is somewhat desolate. Unlike the bright nights of Tokyo Bay, the buildings here are mostly low-rise, and the surrounding greenery—or rather, weeds and vegetation—is abundant.

But the evening stars and the bright moon on Christmas Eve were exceptionally bright and dazzling at this moment and in this place, just like when Shiraishi Sawa had just walked towards him.

Chiyo looked around and then said, "It's okay, I brought a stun gun."

"Really?" Shiraishi Sawah shifted to the right in an affected manner—the driver's seat in Japan is on the right.

"It's fake." Chiyo gently poked Shiraishi Sawa's waist with her hand.

With a deliberate twist of his hand, the car slipped, and Shiraishi Zexiu burst into laughter as he watched Chiyo's pretty face freeze in that instant.

"on purpose?"

"No, it's because my driving skills are bad." Shiraishi Sawa decided not to tell the truth.

"Go to hell, baby dog."

"I will die in a hundred years, please wait a moment."

"I want you to die in a hundred seconds."

"I'll give it a try!"

Shiraishi Sawa saw that there was only a straight road ahead, with no pedestrians or cars in sight, so he revved the engine and made the car roar to its full power.

The surrounding roads were somewhat deserted, and beyond the reach of the streetlights, they were shrouded in darkness. A strong wind blew up Chiyo's hair, revealing her beautiful, smooth forehead.

"Don't catch a cold." Still worried about this, Shiraishi Zexiu pulled up her car window a little.

"What a pity, this road ends in less than a hundred seconds." Shiraishi Zexiu noticed an intersection ahead and, for safety's sake, slowed down to normal speed.

"Navigator, which way do I go now? Oh, and where are we?"

"Let's go... this way." Chiyo casually pointed in a direction and started checking her phone's location.

"Oimachi 3-chome? It should be here."

"It's okay. Even if you tell me the place name, I don't know it. I'm only familiar with a few famous places in Tokyo, as well as schools and fields."

"You should remove the 'famous locations' part as well," Chiyo Ichiryu said dismissively.

A good man doesn't argue with a woman, and Shiraishi Sawa Hide doesn't refute that.

"Stop driving, let's get out and walk around." Chiyo smoothed her wind-blown hair and looked around at the streets, which seemed out of place with the bustling city of Tokyo, with great interest.

"I hope I don't get a parking ticket when I come back," Shiraishi Sawa Hide thought. There were no marked parking spaces here, and he didn't know the parking rules in Tokyo. However, there didn't seem to be any police patrolling around.

"It's okay, I'll reimburse you for the fine," Chiyo said with a smile.

"Hey! Thanks." Shiraishi Sawa Hide and Ichiyo Chiyo got out of the car, taking an umbrella from the back seat—which they had picked up on their way home.

This is a small street with scattered beech trees growing unevenly, and colorful lights flickering stubbornly, welcoming the two of you.

The street is lined with residential buildings and some shops. Most of the windows are dark, except for a small shop in the distance where bright yellow light spills onto the street.

In the otherwise gloomy street, that shop felt like a warm refuge during a storm.

The two walked side by side, shoulder to shoulder, as snowflakes gently fell, turning the umbrella white.

Whenever the snow accumulates to a certain extent, Shiraishi Sawashu would spin the umbrella handle, causing the snow to slide off like a screen, and then he would receive a compliment from Ichiyo Ichii: "childish."

Anyway, Shiraishi Sawah took it as a compliment.

A small black cat darted out of the darkness, startling Chiyo Ichiriki, who was leisurely looking around. She instinctively grabbed Hideaki Shiraishi's arm with her left hand.

Then, meeting his ambiguous smile, she angrily let go.

“If Sakura were here, she would definitely scream and jump up,” Chiyo Ichiriki said.

It seems he's saying this to save face.

"I understand." Shiraishi Sawa replied with a light laugh. Kuramochi Sakura should be with Takanashi Yuuko now. I wonder what they're doing.

Chiyo quickly took Shiraishi Sawa's arm again, because when they made eye contact, she noticed the snowflakes on Shiraishi Sawa's left shoulder.

The umbrella was tilted at a rather large angle, covering my right shoulder; the color of the snow couldn't reach there.

A comfortable sense of warmth and happiness wells up from the heart, making one feel refreshed and forgetting the suppressed troubles.

It wasn't cold at all, but her free right hand tightly gripped the trench coat that wasn't hers, feeling its spring-like warmth.

The road is short, but you can walk a long way.

Chapter 269 Love is Worth Showing Off

The two walked to the only shop on the small street that was radiating a warm glow, only to find out that it was an oden (Japanese stew) shop.

They exchanged a glance, then Shiraishi Sawah closed his umbrella and entered. Chiyo walked up to him and patted the snowflakes off his shoulder.

"Welcome." The shop was run by a slightly elderly gentleman with a kind face and a meticulously trimmed white beard; he could easily be mistaken for Santa Claus in human form.

After ordering a few things, the two sat down together in a corner.

"It's such a shame there are no shiitake mushroom skewers. I really wanted to eat those." Shiraishi Sawa said to Ichiyo in a voice that the old man couldn't hear.

"We ordered so much, remember to finish it all."

"You don't trust my skills? I've always played the humble role of being a dumping ground for leftovers and garbage." A hint of self-deprecation appeared on Shiraishi Zexiu's face.

"Don't exaggerate your large appetite."

"Otherwise, how do you think I got my height and physique in the impoverished Pengtian Village? I won't go into details; it's all a story of hardship."

But let me tell you, in our Hōda Village, streets like this are everywhere; towering skyscrapers are a rarity. You native Tokyo residents might find it hard to accept.

"Do you think I dislike this place?" Chiyo rolled her eyes at him.

“You clearly don’t mind me…” Shiraishi Sawa said weakly.

"Are you feeling smug?" Chiyo moved her chair and leaned in, which made Shiraishi Sawah's body stiffen slightly.

He didn't deny or refute this, because it was the truth, and he was somewhat pleased with himself.

"Chiyo, stop being unreasonable. Who wouldn't be happy to have your favor?" Shiraishi Sawa said sternly.

"I don't know. After all, some people are liked too much. Who knows if they've become numb to it?" Thinking of unhappy things, Chiyo leaned back on the table, looking at her phone with her beautiful brows slightly furrowed.

"As I just said, I'm very proud of myself, and I really want to show it off."

"Don't lie to me, you liar."

Once Chiyo stopped paying attention to him, Shiraishi Sawa grabbed a strand of her soft hair and casually played with it, while also taking out his own phone.

However, instead of looking at his phone, he stared at the back of the girl's head for a while—thick hair roots without a trace of dandruff, his eyes filled with thought.

--

"The view from Tokyo Tower is really amazing. You can get a direct view of Mount Fuji. I've lived for seventeen years and never been up there. When I come back next year, I'll definitely find a chance to go up and take a look."

Shiraishi Sawa's remark made Chiyo Ichiri turn her head. The phone screen in front of her showed LINE updates, several of which were photos or videos of Tokyo Tower.

"Then we'll see when we get there," she said nonchalantly.

“It’s too late,” Shiraishi Sawa shook his head. “It’s almost ten o’clock now. Even if we drive over there, it will be closed.”

"Let's hand it over to the capitalists. We don't have anything else to do later anyway, so we might as well go and take a look." That was the final conclusion of Chiyo's life.

"Row."

Just then, a steaming bowl of oden was served to the two of them. Shiraishi Sawa nodded, picked up a piece of daikon radish with his chopsticks, took a bite, and his face relaxed in satisfaction.

Nothing feels better than enjoying a bite of daikon radish soaked in warm broth while surrounded by rising steam on a cold winter's day.

No, it would be even better with shiitake mushroom skewers.

"Sometimes, the taste of these small shops is just as good as those shops that claim to be high-end. Eat up, I'm going out to brag about it."

"You have to brag about having eaten oden?"

Shiraishi Sawa slurped up the oden soup.

--

The snow outside hadn't stopped; it was falling in a light, moderate drizzle.

The moonlight was like water, the clouds like the sea, and Tokyo was immersed in this vast ocean.

Shiraishi Sawa opened his umbrella, looked at the tall girl beside him, and invited her to come under the umbrella.

The bright yellow light emanating from the shop bathed her face in a soft golden glow, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

"Hurry up and get under the umbrella."