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"Come... Come home with me!" Goto Ichiri stared at Shirakawa Haru with wide eyes, bewildered. Her expression was like a cat being fed by its owner, happily watching its owner pour out cat food, but when the cat bowl is full, the owner keeps adding more. The overwhelming sense of happiness washed over her, and a flicker of bewilderment flashed in the cat's eyes. "Shirakawa-san, were you originally planning on taking me home?"

"Yes." Shirakawa Haru said, "Since I allowed Ichichi-san to bring you here, then I think it is my responsibility to take you back."

"Eh!" Goto Ichiri was a little confused at this moment, "Why, why do you say that?"

"I don't know." Bai Chuanqing answered simply, "I just think it's the right thing to do."

"If I'm going home now, Shirakawa-kun, could you please give me a ride?" Goto Ichiri said with a wink, "Let's go back together."

"Okay." Shirakawa Haru said.

"Eh? Ichiri-chan, you're going back now? Didn't you agree to stay here for a while longer?" Ijichi Hongxia said reluctantly, "But it's really getting late now. As a girl, Ichiri-chan, you should go home early."

"In my opinion, he obviously left because he wanted to take the train with Shirakawa-san." Yamada Ryo said expressionlessly.

"Liang... please don't say that..." Goto Ichiri looked at Shirakawa Haru quietly, and was relieved when he found that he didn't pay much attention to what he said, but he felt a little unhappy in his heart. "If you say that again, I will be angry."

"Pfft~" Yamada Ryo said with a smile, "I can't imagine what Pochi-chan looks like when she's angry."

"Ryo!" Ijichi Hongxia gently tapped Yamada Ryo on the head. She quickly pulled Yamada Ryo away and said to Shirakawa Haru, "Shirakawa-san, you take Ichiri-chan and go first."

"If you're free this weekend, come hang out here!" In order to better communicate with Goto Ichiri, Ijichi Hongka added Goto Ichiri's Line account. "And Shirakawa-san, can you add me as a friend too? Only when Shirakawa-san is with Ichiri-chan can she truly unleash her true strength."

In this way, Shirakawa Haru and Ijichi Nijika added each other as friends, and then he took Goto Ichiri out of the LiveHouse. The two walked into the tram station together and took the tram home.

Goto Ichiri sat quietly on the tram, and her body swayed gently as the tram swayed slightly.

The hearty performance on the Live stage today was like a fierce battle, which consumed a lot of her energy.

At this moment, sleepiness swept over her like a tide, wrapping her tightly almost the moment she sat down.

Her exhausted spirit unable to sustain her even more exhausted body, Goto Ichiri slowly leaned towards Shirakawa Haru, who took off her own leather jacket and covered Goto Ichiri with it. Enveloped in the familiar and beloved scent, Goto Ichiri dreamed of herself taking a bath at home. Then, she transformed into a mermaid, slowly sinking into the porcelain-white bathtub...

After the train arrived at the station, Shirakawa Haru woke Goto Ichiri up. Shirakawa Haru called a taxi and asked the driver to take Goto Ichiri home.

He walked towards Hinomori Academy. When he arrived at Hinomori Academy, he looked at his cell phone. It was already 11:30 in the evening, only half an hour away from midnight.

He greeted the guard in the security office, and the guard cooperated and let him into the college.

Shirakawa Haru found Nagasaki Suyo on the bench with ivy-covered back.

She is crying.

Chapter 6.8: Nagasaki Suyo feels like she's crazy (k)

The wind in Tokyo at night is indeed a bit cold.

Baichuan Qing touched the back of his hand, feeling the cool touch on his skin. He didn't feel cold, but his body thought otherwise.

When he saw Nagasaki Suyo, Nagasaki Suyo obviously noticed him too.

She reached out her hand and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, as if she was casually throwing something away. She seemed not to care, but in fact she cared a lot. She was just pretending to be free and easy and pretending to be strong.

People are like ice islands suspended in the vast ocean, drifting alone in the boundless sea called society.

Across the vast expanse of society, encounters between people are like the collisions of isolated ice islands. Whenever these encounters occur, they inevitably stir and stir. Some ice islands are vast and boundless, covered in thick ice. Depending on their location, they may harbor penguins or roam polar bears. Others, however, are so tiny that even the slightest collision is enough to shatter them and dissolve them into nothingness.

These tiny ice islands also have their home.

In order to have a chance of survival in this vast ocean, they have to put on hard armor.

As they shuttle back and forth between the vast ocean and the warm harbor, the armor they wear for self-protection is frequently put on and taken off.

During this process, if one is not careful, the skin may be torn, and the bloody inside may be exposed without reservation, leaving endless pain and fragility.

Under the street light, Shirakawa Haru stared blankly at Nagasaki Suyo, two faint traces of tears remaining on her snow-white face.

The mark was cold and clear, like white snow burning silently, or like a fleeting rainbow seen in the sunlight on the mountaintop through the cross-section of some pure crystal.

Shirakawa Haru didn't know whether he should alarm Nagasaki Suyo.

He wanted to turn around and leave now, and maybe wait for a while, but he wanted Nagasaki Suyo to deal with her own embarrassing side before contacting her.

But it is too late now.

Nagasaki Suyo nodded slightly and gently rubbed her cheeks with her hands, as if trying to wipe away all the sadness and grief from her face.

When she raised her face again, apart from the traces of tears still there, Shirakawa Haru looked completely different from the grief she had been crying just a moment ago. She immediately smiled calmly, stood up from the bench, and walked towards Shirakawa Haru.

Nagasaki Suyo's tone was cheerful, as if to say, "I just sent you a message, and Shirakawa-kun, you rushed over without stopping. "Shirakawa-kun, I'm here. The wind is really strong tonight. Let's go quickly."

"Okay." Shirakawa Haru walked beside Nagasaki Suyo, trying his best not to look at her face which had just cried.

If Nagasaki Suyo didn't ask him any questions, he would pretend that he saw nothing.

"When did you come, Shirakawa-kun?" asked Nagasaki Suyo.

"I just arrived. Nagasaki-san, you saw me before I saw you," said Shirakawa Haru.

"Eh? But I think Shirakawa-kun saw me first," Nagasaki Motoyo said. "Do we both think the other person saw us first? Is this what they call telepathy?"

Shirakawa Haru lowered his eyes to the ground, thinking that Nagasaki Suyo had finally asked, testing whether he had seen her tears. She shouldn't have asked, because as long as she didn't ask, he could still pretend he hadn't seen it. But once she asked, a certain fragile balance was broken.

"That might be the case," Shirakawa Haru said. "Or maybe it's because you, Nagasaki-san, are more concerned about other people's gazes, so you think I saw you first."

"Eh—there's such a thing?" Nagasaki Motoyo walked over to Shirakawa Haru, bag in hand. The bass guitar she carried on her back was like a high wall, the weak light from the street lamp unable to penetrate it, casting a deep, dark shadow on her.

"Yes, there is indeed one." Shirakawa Haru said, looking at Nagasaki Suyo's eyes.

"We're almost home. Shirakawa-kun, if you don't mind, could you please wait for me at the supermarket for a while?" Nagasaki Suyo looked at Shirakawa Haru's expressionless face, feeling a little annoyed. Because even she couldn't see through Shirakawa Haru's thoughts, she couldn't even feel his emotions at the moment, as if he were a rock. "Shirakawa-kun, I guess he hasn't had dinner yet, right?"

Nagasaki Motoyo was very satisfied with Shirakawa Haru's performance because she felt that Shirakawa Haru probably didn't see her crying.

She walked on the cobblestone street and wondered how she could be so careless this time. She knew that Mingchuan Qing might appear in front of her at any time and see her crying, but she still couldn't help crying.

Maybe it's because she really feels too lonely.

"I haven't eaten yet." Baichuan Qing said, he was a little hungry now, "I was very busy today, running around all afternoon, just came back from Shimokitazawa."

As soon as Shirakawa Haru and Goto Ichiri got on the train to Shimokitazawa, he sent a message to Yuki on Line.

He told her to take care of dinner by herself as he had some things to do.

Yuki didn't ask him specifically what he was going to do, but just told him to come back early and have a good rest.

"Eh? You must be so tired!" Nagasaki Suyo said, "If Shirakawa-kun doesn't mind, how about having dinner at my house tonight? Actually, I haven't had dinner yet. I was thinking of going to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and cook something myself."

"Yeah." Shirakawa Haru's answer was quite brief.

Nagasaki Suyo brought Shirakawa Haru to a large supermarket, which was located downstairs from her house. It was the only comprehensive supermarket in the surrounding area that sold daily necessities. It sold a wide variety of goods, ranging from food, daily necessities to small appliances, cosmetics, shoes, bedding, and even second-hand luxury goods.

The two walked into the supermarket and went straight to the food section.

Nagasaki Suyo bought a dozen Akadama eggs and a few boxes of Wagyu beef, as well as some other kinds of fruits and vegetables. Judging from the types of ingredients she bought that night, it wasn't hard to guess that Shirakawa Haru was planning to make beef rice bowl tonight.

"Shirakawa-kun, I'm going to make Wagyu beef rice bowl tonight. Please let me know in advance if you have any dietary restrictions," Nagasaki Suyo said. "It would be such a shame if Shirakawa-kun couldn't eat the beef rice bowl after I made it."

"There's nothing to avoid," Shirakawa Haru replied.

He had just wandered around the food section of the supermarket alone for a while and found that the food here was not only of high quality but also reasonably priced. When he returned, he could buy some food here to replenish his refrigerator which had been damaged by Youxi.

"Then let's go?" Nagasaki Suyo said to Shirakawa Haru.

"Well, let's finish the conversation quickly and go home soon." Shirakawa Haru took out his phone and opened Line. Yuki didn't send him any more messages. "Someone is waiting for me at home."

"Shirakawa-kun, you have a really good relationship with your family," said Nagasaki Suyo. "It's really enviable." Her expression was very serious when she said these words.

Shirakawa Haru glanced at Nagasaki Suyo, nodded and did not respond.

He has a good relationship with his younger sister Yuki, but he is only close to Yuki.

"Shirakawa-kun, please come in." Nagasaki Suyo gently waved the access card in her hand, opening the door to the house. As she slowly pushed the door open, the lights at the entrance of the apartment and in the living room seemed to be inspired by something and lit up in an orderly manner. Nagasaki Suyo tilted her head slightly, and said with a hint of shyness and playfulness, "You are the first boy to set foot in my house."

Shirakawa Haru changed into his indoor slippers at the door and followed Nagasaki Motoyo into the apartment. In the hallway, he began to take in the layout of the apartment. Judging from the traffic flow at the door, it was probably the only apartment on this floor.

"Shirakawa-kun, would you like something to drink?"

"Black tea or coffee, milk is also fine."

"Please wait for me for a moment. I'll get it." Nagasaki Suyo hummed as she walked towards the kitchen. "How about some milk?"

"Then let's have milk."

Shirakawa Haru stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing leisurely at the city of Tokyo shrouded in darkness with his deep gaze.

The entire city shimmered like a dazzling sea of lights, the bustling streets weaving together a vivid ukiyo-e painting. Some walked hand in hand, hugged and kissed passionately, and some even linked arms, holding bottles of wine and talking nonsense.

Shirakawa Haru saw someone being dragged into a dark alley and beaten.

He guessed that this man was either in debt to a loan shark or a gambler. Judging from his bright and fancy clothes, he might have been a successful person in the past.

However, if one gets involved in gambling and loan sharking, even the most successful person will have his spine and dignity stripped away bit by bit, turning him into a beast wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

On the road, cars are rushing like a tide, and the roar of their engines is like surging waves, rising one after another.

Although Shirakawa Haru was on top of a high-rise building, he could still clearly feel the rolling heat waves coming from the bottom up, carrying the unique restlessness and noise of this city.

He thought this was the night scene in Tokyo, completely different from the daytime scene.

Tokyo at night is like a bizarre maze of desire, filled with all kinds of temptations.

Violence and transactions are quietly growing in the dark, girls with graceful figures and revealing clothes are showing their charm without any concealment, and deafening motorcycles are roaring recklessly, as if declaring rebellion and unruliness to the world.

If Tokyo during the day is compared to a bar that only sells drinks, quiet and restrained, then Tokyo at night is undoubtedly an omnipotent market of desires, where you can get everything as long as you have money.

Baichuan Qing looked at his hand that he stretched out involuntarily, and then he retracted his palm.

He has never regretted the decision he made.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the kitchen. Shirakawa Haru hurried to the kitchen and saw Nagasaki Suyo in a trance and a blood-stained kitchen knife dropped on the ground.

"Your finger is injured." Shirakawa Haru looked at Nagasaki Suyo who was covering her finger and said, "Nagasaki-san, please let me see the wound."

"Good, good."

Nagasaki Suyo looked at her finger, which was dripping with blood, and she felt like she had lost her soul. She had just been chopping scallions for beef rice, but when she picked up the knife, she suddenly remembered her childhood and her mother who was always away from home.

She told herself to stop thinking about those things and let the past go.

But the more she told herself not to think about it, the more she couldn't help thinking about it. Thinking about it made her sad, and being sad made her sad... Her mind gradually became dazed.

Inadvertently, the sharp blade scraped across the tip of my finger, sending a sharp sting through my body. Fortunately, the wound wasn't extremely deep, but it undoubtedly tore through my skin completely.

Nagasaki Suyo's eyes held a hint of dullness and inertia, so much so that when Shirakawa Haru asked her concernedly to see the wound, she subconsciously and without resistance slowly extended her injured finger, meek and obedient. Shirakawa Haru gazed into her eyes, and within those deep, piercing eyes, a slender, slightly blurry figure loomed. The figure was extremely short, barely reaching his waist. Judging by its outline and presence, it resembled Nagasaki Suyo as a child.

"Shigasaki-san, what happened to you? The wound on your hand is quite deep." Shirakawa Haru said, "Do you have a small first aid kit at home? I'll take care of it for you... Next time when you cook, be more careful and don't hurt yourself."

Shirakawa Haru's tone was a little harsh, which made the dazed Nagasaki Suyo think of her father.

In her memory, her father was like this when she was a child.

Whenever I was injured, my father would tell me to be careful in a stern tone and then gently bandage my wound.

Although her father's appearance has gradually become blurred, Nagasaki Suyo feels that she will never forget the way he smiled at her, his gentle eyes and the way he wiped away her tears.

"Yes, yes." Nagasaki Suyo said with her head down.

"Where is it?" Shirakawa Haru said to Nagasaki Suyo.

"In the utility room."

"Which room?" Shirakawa Haru asked, "You sit on the sofa in the living room and rest for a while, I'll get it myself, okay?" He looked at Nagasaki Suyo, wondering what on earth she was thinking that would make her do this.

"Go through the living room and go to the first room on the left. The medical kit is on the innermost shelf, which should be on the third layer." Nagasaki Suye said. She felt so strange now. Her mind was obviously very clear, but she just wanted to rely on Shirakawa Haru subconsciously.

If it were her in the past, she would definitely let Baichuan Qing sit on the sofa while she went to get the medical kit and then casually treat the wound.

But now she was sitting on the sofa, not moving at all, just waiting for Baichuan Qing to take the medical kit. As soon as she stretched out her finger, he would help her treat the wound.

"I understand." Baichuan Qing walked towards the utility room and soon returned to the living room.

Opening the medical kit, Shirakawa Haru took out a clean gauze and gently pressed it on the wound on Nagasaki Suyo's hand to stop the bleeding. He had first used a tissue to clean her wound, but he always felt that there were too many bacteria on the tissue, so gauze would be better if conditions allowed.

"Go to the bathroom and rinse the wound," Shirakawa Haru said softly to Nagasaki Suyo. "There might be dirt and bacteria inside the wound. You used that kitchen knife to cut the green onions earlier, right?"

"Hmm..." Nagasaki Suyo stood up from the sofa and let Shirakawa Haru take her to the bathroom.

Nagasaki Suyo looked at the profile of Shirakawa Haru, who was holding her palm and carefully washing her wound. From her perspective, Shirakawa Haru's expression was serious and meticulous. He carefully and gently opened the wound and asked her how it was and whether it hurt. If she said it hurt, Shirakawa Haru would relax a little, and if she said it didn't hurt, he would let the wound show more.

His movements were slow and gentle. Nagasaki Suyo felt that even if her own mother was injured, she would not handle it so carefully.

"Does Shirakawa-kun often do this kind of thing?" asked Nagasaki Suyo.

"What kind of thing?" Shirakawa Haru asked, then he realized that Nagasaki Suyo was probably referring to treating someone's wound. "It's okay."

"He looks very experienced."