Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

"With a rambunctious child at home, you need a lot of experience."

"Is it a brother or a sister?"

"younger sister."

"Then she must be very happy?"

"I don't know whether she's happy or not, but at least I've made her plump and fair."

"I think she must be very happy to have a brother like you." Nagasaki Suyo chuckled in Shirakawa Haru's ear.

"Who knows? This is my first time being someone's brother too." Bai Chuanqing was a little awkward and stunned for a moment, then his face became expressionless again. "Okay, now go to the living room. I'll disinfect your wound."

"Yeah." Nagasaki Suyo meekly let Shirakawa Haru hold her hand.

"Bear with it." Shirakawa Haru dipped a little iodine in a sterile cotton ball and gently wiped it on Nagasaki Suye's wound. "Iodine isn't very irritating, so it shouldn't hurt much..."

"Hey, Shirakawa-kun, what will Shirakawa-kun do if I say it hurts?" Nagasaki Suyo was a little curious. She supported her chin with her other hand and looked at Shirakawa Haru with interest.

"I won't do anything. Let it be as it is."

Shirakawa Haru said, "I'm helping you treat your wounds. Don't worry about it. I'll really put some alcohol on you." Nagasaki Motoyo smiled and said, "Shirakawa-kun is such a gentle person, he definitely wouldn't hurt me, right?" She didn't believe he would do that. Shirakawa Haru sighed and said, "Nagasaki-kun, do you know that my sister always says that? I often beat her up as a result."

Nagasaki Suyo smiled even more happily after hearing Shirakawa Haru say that she looked like his sister.

"Okay." Shirakawa Haru rummaged through the medical kit for a while, "Nagasaki-san, why aren't there any band-aids in your medical kit?"

"Eh? Really?" Nagasaki Motoyo said, "That shouldn't be the case... It seems that it really isn't."

She also didn't find a Band-Aid.

"Shirakawa-kun, what should I do? We don't seem to have any bandages at home." Nagasaki Suyo grabbed Shirakawa Haru's hand and asked, subconsciously speaking in a coquettish tone. Suddenly she froze for a moment, realizing that she hadn't acted coquettishly towards her mother for a long time. "How about bandaging it with gauze?"

"Don't you think it's strange?" Shirakawa Haru said, "Although there's a lot of blood, that's only relative. It would be a little strange to bandage it with gauze. And I think it would affect your band rehearsal."

"But I really don't have any Band-Aids at home," said Nagasaki Suyo.

She suddenly felt her stomach cramp because Shirakawa Haru mentioned the band.

She suddenly remembered that she contacted Shirakawa Haru because she wanted to reconcile with Toyokawa Shoko.

"I have a Band-Aid here." Shirakawa Haru took out a colorful pencil case from his trouser pocket, and then took out a Band-Aid from the pencil case. "Stretch out your finger." Shirakawa Haru said to Nagasaki Suyo.

"Oh."

As Shirakawa Haru treated her wounds bit by bit, Nagasaki Suyo's originally empty eyes gradually became brighter.

She felt like a broken porcelain doll that had fallen to the ground, and Shirakawa Haru used his skillful hands to slowly piece her back together.

"This shape of band-aid..." Nagasaki Suyo suddenly noticed that the band-aid on her finger looked familiar. "Aren't these the band-aids Deng collected?"

"Yes, it was given to me by Deng." Shirakawa Haru said, "Do you find it strange? Even if it has special meaning, it is still essentially a bandage, and should be used to bandage wounds."

"But this..."

"If Deng asks, I will explain to her." Baichuan Qing's tone was very calm. He thought it was just a small matter.

But Nagasaki Suyo didn't think so, because for Deng, these Band-Aids were treasures she had carefully collected, and each Band-Aid had extraordinary value.

You used it on me, what does that make the lamp feel?

To interpret this situation from a woman's perspective, it's like giving a hand-knitted scarf to a man you love with great joy, hoping to share a warm and romantic Christmas moment with him. However, when Christmas arrives, you're shocked to discover that the man you love is sharing that affectionate scarf with a woman you've never met. The feeling of loss and bitterness that comes with this is something only the woman who gave the scarf to knows.

But Nagasaki Suyo changed her mind and felt relieved. Deng shouldn't care about such things, right?

"Nagasaki-san, do you have any extra aprons at home?" Shirakawa Haru interrupted her wandering thoughts.

"What does Shirakawa-kun need an apron for?" asked Nagasaki Suyo.

"Cook." Baichuan Qing packed up the medical kit and placed it on the coffee table. "You have a wound on your hand, so it's best not to touch water."

"Shirakawa-kun can cook too?" Nagasaki Suyo gave a mischievous smile. "Will it taste good?"

"Where's the apron?" Shirakawa Haru ignored Nagasaki Suyo's joke.

"There are spare aprons in the kitchen fridge."

"understood."

Shirakawa Haru was wearing an apron and cutting green onions on the chopping board. His proficiency in using a kitchen knife was obviously several levels higher than Nagasaki Suyo's. If he hadn't thought about it specifically, he would have really forgotten that he was a kendo master who had won many awards.

He expertly sliced the beef, then cooked it in a pot, skimming off the foam. After preparing the broth, Shirakawa Haru then poured the processed beef into the broth and stir-fried it, allowing the beef to fully absorb the flavor.

Shirakawa Haru placed the beef in a bowl of rice, then beat a sterilized egg and sprinkled chopped green onions on the beef. The two bowls of beef rice were ready.

Shirakawa Haru was holding two bowls of beef rice. When he turned around, he found Nagasaki Suyo staring at him.

Nagasaki Suyo looked at the back of Shirakawa Haru wearing an apron, her eyes full of obsession.

She recalls her childhood, when her father, wearing an apron, prepared meals for her and her mother. Unlike typical Japanese families, her father took care of the family's daily needs while her mother worked outside. The happiest moments of her life were when her mother came home from work and the three of them gathered around the dining table, chatting and laughing.

She turned her head to look at Shirakawa Haru's leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair.

For Nagasaki Suyo, everything tonight was like a dream.

Her mother couldn't come home to eat with her because of work. She cut her finger while cooking, and the man she invited over...the boy actually treated her wound like her father and made her a beef rice bowl.

Nagasaki Suyo's mind is a little confused now, she feels like she's going crazy.

She didn't know what she was thinking. Sometimes she wanted to quickly become Shirakawa Haru's fake girlfriend in order to reconcile with Xiangzi. Sometimes she thought Shirakawa Haru was really like her father, taking care of her and bandaging her wounds. At the same time, she also felt that Shirakawa Haru was like her mother, with a serious personality and strong abilities, and occasionally showing an extremely clumsy expression, which was very cute...

"Nagasaki-san, come and have dinner." Shirakawa Haru looked at Nagasaki Suyo who had been motionless for a long time, and felt that her eyes were as deep and dull as black holes.

He placed the beef rice bowl on the table and then waved to her.

"Shirakawa-kun..." Nagasaki Suyo said, "I'm here."

After dinner, Shirakawa Haru and Nagasaki Motoyo sat on the sofa. A variety show was playing on the big-screen TV in front of them.

Neither Shirakawa Haru nor Nagasaki Motoyo was watching the variety show. They turned on the TV just to create a relaxed atmosphere for the subsequent conversation.

"Nagasaki-san, do you know how Xiangzi sees you now?"

Shirakawa Haru asked.

Chapter 6.6: Su Shi's Heart Is Pierced (k)

"What does Xiangzi think of me..." Nagasaki Suyo blinked.

Her eyelashes are very long, even longer than Shirakawa Haru's, which makes her eyes always look plump and bright.

"She probably considers me her best friend. Although she never said that, that's what I think," said Nagasaki Suyo.

"No." Shirakawa Haru was silent for a while and said, "It's very different." He just sat on the sofa and took a sip of milk, but his posture was as if he was tasting the finest Japanese tea.

This posture is not deliberately pretentious or bluffing.

For Haru Shirakawa, tasting top-quality tea is part of his daily life.

When Shirakawa Haru sat on this leather sofa, he subconsciously wanted to lift his thighs. He usually only did this when he was outside discussing contracts or conditions with those businessmen or gang bosses. He suddenly realized that he was staying at Nagasaki Suyo's house. If he really lifted his thighs, it would be disrespectful to her, so he quickly suppressed the idea.

"That must be the bassist from the CRYCHIC band," Nagasaki Suyo folded her arms, rubbing her scallion-white fingers together. "That's an undeniable fact."

"That's true. You were once the bassist in CRYCHIC, but that's not what I want to ask." Shirakawa Haru glanced at the entry above Nagasaki Suyo's head. "I'm asking 'What does Xiangzi think of you?' Not 'What do you think Xiangzi thinks of you?'"

"Is there any difference?" Nagasaki Suyo's voice trembled a little. She grabbed the remote control and changed a TV channel. The atmosphere of her new program was more relaxed than the previous one, and even the rhythm was slower.

"There's a huge difference," said Shirakawa Haru.

"Nagasaki-san." Shirakawa Haru suddenly asked Nagasaki Motoyo very seriously. His expression was serious, as if he was facing the executioner who raised a big knife towards him at the execution ground. "How long has it been since you chatted with Xiangzi on Line?"

"Well... Xiangzi and I chat on Line every day." Nagasaki Suyo said with a smile, "Shirakawa-kun, can you wait for me for a moment? I suddenly remembered that I forgot to water the flowers on the balcony of my room today."

"Go ahead." Shirakawa Haru said.

"Well, don't water the flowers too much at night." Shirakawa Haru looked into Nagasaki Suyo's eyes and gently reminded her, "If you overwater the flowers and plants at night, their roots will be unable to bear it and will rot."

"I see. I'll be right back." Nagasaki Suyo smiled at Shirakawa Haru and walked towards her room with light steps. "I'll get you some cookies later."

Nagasaki Suyo was obviously trying to avoid the topic.

However, since she hopes to reconcile with Toyokawa Shoko, Shirakawa Haru feels it is necessary to delve deeper into their true feelings towards each other.

Shirakawa Haru was fully aware of Toyokawa Shoko's attitude toward Nagasaki Suyo, but Nagasaki Suyo displayed a clear resistance. Her actions suggested either a deliberate concealment of crucial information or a self-deception, a reluctance to confront established facts. Forcing her to accept reality might be as cruel as confronting a bloody wound, but it was an inevitable and unavoidable path.

How to water the flowers late at night?

If Nagasaki Motoyo changed her shoes and ran back to her room to water the flowers and plants as soon as she got home, Shirakawa Haru would still think that she really had a preference for watering the plants at night.

but now……

It's just an excuse to adjust my mood.

Shirakawa Haru didn't wait too long on the sofa. Less than a few minutes later, Nagasaki Suyo walked towards him with slightly heavy steps.

She was holding a small tray with a few cookies on it. The aroma of butter was rich and mellow. After smelling it, Shirakawa Haru felt that it must be made with Anchor butter from New Zealand.

"Shirakawa-kun, please try it?" Nagasaki Suyo placed the tray in front of Shirakawa Haru, then sat down on the sofa. Her eyes were red, but there were no traces of tears. Shirakawa Haru thought that she must have noticed something and wanted to cry, but held back.

"Thank you, it tastes delicious." Baichuan Qing leisurely stretched out his hand, gently picked up a cookie, then slowly put it into his mouth and took a bite with a little force.

In an instant, biscuit crumbs fell from between his fingers like snowflakes.

Seeing this, Nagasaki Suyo quickly picked up a wet tissue and wiped away the debris for him gently and carefully. The whole process was natural and smooth.

"Shirakawa-kun is too careless," Nagasaki Motoyo said with a smile, "Be more graceful."

"I'm a boy. I don't have to be as elegant as you girls. I can do whatever makes me happy." Shirakawa Haru tilted his head. He also picked up a tissue and wiped the floor. "But this is indeed my problem. I'm sorry to bother you, Nagasaki-san."

"It's okay. If this can improve our relationship, I'd rather Shirakawa-kun bother me more." Nagasaki Motoyo said, "The band I'm in now was only formed because of Shirakawa-kun. If it weren't for you, with only Deng and Aine, I'm afraid we'd never be able to form a band in our lifetime."

"There's no such thing." Baichuan Qing shook his head, crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"Let's continue with the topic we were discussing." Shirakawa Haru looked directly into Nagasaki Su's eyes. "Nagasaki-san, have you really been chatting with Xiangzi on Line recently? I don't mean the kind where someone keeps sending messages to a dead object, but rather a chat where both parties are interacting with each other."

Shirakawa Haru's tone was serious at this time, and in Nagasaki Suyo's opinion, it was even a bit cold and inhuman.

Her previous fantasy that Shirakawa Haru was like her father was shattered, because in her opinion her father was not as majestic as Shirakawa Haru.

Nagasaki Suyo was trembling like a little child, not daring to look up and meet Shirakawa Haru's eyes. Under Shirakawa Haru's gaze that could see through people's hearts, she felt like she was about to be stuck in the dirt.

She bit her lower lip and thought of how Shirakawa Haru had bandaged her wounds like her father, and how he had taken off his leather jacket and put on an apron to cook. She suddenly felt a complicated sense of grievance in her heart.

Nagasaki Suyo pursed her lips, tears almost flowing out of the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.

Nagasaki Motoyo did not dare to hide anything in the face of Shirakawa Haru's questioning, but just when she was about to tell everything, Shirakawa Haru suddenly closed his eyes.

The piercing gaze disappeared, Nagasaki Suyo raised her head, sniffed, and held back her tears.

"Actually, Xiangzi hasn't replied to your messages recently, has he?" Shirakawa Haru asked Nagasaki Motoyo, but his tone was quite certain. "Nagasaki-san, you said you've been sending messages to Xiangzi recently, but haven't received a single reply?"

"Yeah..." Nagasaki Suyo nodded vigorously, "Saki-chan, she hasn't replied to any of my messages."

"Not a single message?" Bai Chuanqing asked. He thought to himself that this shouldn't be the case. If he hated someone, he would definitely delete their Line friend. If he didn't delete them, wouldn't it be annoying to see them sending messages every day?

"Xiangzi really didn't delete your friend location?" Shirakawa Haru asked, "That shouldn't be the case."

"Really, really not," Nagasaki Suyo said, "Shirakawa-kun, you have to believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe you," Shirakawa Haru said. He looked at the extremely sad Nagasaki Suyo and knew that she was expressing her true feelings. "I just feel a little strange... Nagasaki-san, have you ever blocked or blocked someone on Line?"

"Block? Block?" Nagasaki Suyo stared blankly at Shirakawa Haru with wide eyes, her slender, white fingers instinctively clutching the hem of her skirt. The once smooth fabric of her skirt wrinkled under her touch, just like her heart, twisted and twisted by the tangle and anxiety. She had never blocked someone before, but she knew a thing or two about blocking. After CRYCHIC's first live performance, Li Xi had blocked someone in anger because someone had commented that Deng was "trying too hard" during their performance.

Compared to blacklisting, blocking is more decisive on the social level. Once blocked, no matter what actions you take, you will not be able to leave even the slightest trace on the account of the blocker.

Shirakawa Haru turned off the TV because at this moment, apart from the two people's breathing, any other sounds seemed too noisy.

Shirakawa Haru and Nagasaki Suyo looked at each other, and there seemed to be thousands of words flowing silently in each other's eyes.

Under the vast night sky, the stars twinkle like gems.

However, these few starlights can hardly shine on this city shrouded in neon lights.

Tokyo at night is a colorful and dazzling picture.

The neon lights are too dazzling, the colored lights too dazzling, their brilliance so intense that the brilliance of the stars in the sky seems so faint and dim. Those with empty hearts swim freely and effortlessly in this city. Their hearts are like empty vessels, easily filled with a few bright colors. Whether these colors contain warmth or coldness, they are completely indifferent and careless. However, those with sensitive minds and rich emotions, their inner emptiness cannot be filled by this artificial neon light.

Their hearts are soft and full of warmth, and only the clear light from the distant stars can bring them comfort and healing. Unfortunately, these starlights, which should have been pure, are ruthlessly obscured by the overly dazzling neon lights in the city.

The starlight slowly faded in Nagasaki Suye's eyes, but the pale and ruthless lights in the city gradually lit up.

The night grew deeper, and in the increasingly dark darkness, Nagasaki Suyo's eyes became heavier than ever before.

She seemed to be lost in the palm of her hand, cautiously trying to figure out his expression. She had never been in close contact with such a boy before. If Baichuan Qing let go of her palm, she would kick him out of the house. If he held her hand, she would stay with him for a while longer.

Shirakawa Haru stared intently into Nagasaki Suyo's eyes. He suddenly realized that he had been looking into girls' eyes too often recently. Toyokawa Shoko, Nagasaki Suyo, Takamatsu Touma, Chihaya Aine, Kaname Rakuna...