Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

Shiina Mahiru nodded vigorously, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She doesn't want to make her relationship with Ye Hai public right now.

Kirisu Mafuyu glanced at the slight blush on Shiina Mahiru's face and softened her tone: "Then let's go back to class first. If you're really feeling unwell, come find me."

"Okay, teacher."

Shiina Mahiru bowed slightly and left the office.

Hiratsuka Shizuka rested her chin on her hand and casually remarked, "Does this child usually blush this easily?"

Kirisu Mafuyu paused for two seconds, then pulled out a student card holder from the drawer: "Last week I went to the archives to look at her basic information and also called her parents."

"But they all hung up after only a couple of sentences."

"It seems they don't care about their daughter's situation at school."

Upon hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned: "Another pair of irresponsible parents?"

He only cared about his own pleasure and completely disregarded his daughter's upbringing.

In Hiratsuka Shizuka's view, such parents are highly unqualified.

"We can't jump to conclusions so quickly; perhaps they're just too busy with work."

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Kirisu Mafuyu shook her head, not directly agreeing with Hiratsuka Shizuka's opinion.

She always thinks things through more than she thinks.

"Even if you're busy, you shouldn't be so busy that you don't have time for a phone call."

Hiratsuka Shizuka said with a pursed lip.

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After school in the afternoon.

Return to your new home.

Shiina Mahiru opened the door with the key, then hesitated before calling out, "I... am back."

"Mahiru? You're back just in time, dinner's almost ready~"

"Go put your things down and then come straight to the kitchen."

Yukino Yukino peeked out from the kitchen.

Shiina Mahiru replied somewhat flusteredly, "Okay."

Then take off your shoes, put on slippers, and finally put your women's leather shoes into the shoe cabinet.

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In the past, even when she returned to her empty rented room, she would call out, "I'm back."

But no one would respond to her then.

The rented room was always so lonely and desolate.

Now that we've moved to Ye Hai's house...

It did seem quite lively.

Shiina Mahiru looked into the living room. Today, Ms. Miyano Akemi and Ms. Haibara Ai were also there.

It is said that they were originally adults, but turned into children after taking a magical drug.

Although Shiina Mahiru doesn't understand, it feels so magical.

And there's that pink and white fox lying on the sofa watching a tablet.

Wow, the fox can use a tablet!

Shiina Mahiru gently closed the door and cautiously walked towards the kitchen.

The aroma of food filled the entire house. Yukinoshita, wearing an apron and carrying a freshly cooked dish, greeted her with a smile: "You've come at the perfect time. Please put my chopsticks on the table."

Mahiru was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly replied, "Okay, okay."

In the past, in her rented room, she would quietly cook something for herself and eat it at her desk. She was even somewhat unfamiliar with the word "dining table".

She carefully arranged the chopsticks, and when she looked up, she met Yukino Yukinoshita's calm gaze.

"……Thanks for your hard work."

Yukino Yukinoshita said softly.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Ayaka Kamisato sat gracefully, her slender hands holding a teacup.

Seeing Shiina Mahiru's reserved demeanor, she spoke gently, "Ms. Mahiru, it's fate that we can all dine together. Please relax."

Chapter 192 The Izumi Family

Just as Shiina Mahiru was lost in thought, Yukino Yukinoshita walked up to Yukino Yukinoshita.

"Sister, it seems your plan has failed."

"She only lasted one day before she was taken down."

Yukino Yukinoshita said with a cold expression.

She wasn't really in favor of her sister's plan to begin with.

Now that they see the results, they are naturally even more dissatisfied.

"Well—there was a little accident. I didn't expect Ye Hai to know them."

"This really surprised me."

Yukinoshita replied with a smile, seemingly unconcerned about the failure of her plan.

"But she still has her daughter, which should keep him in line for a while."

……

The night is dark.

In the bedroom of the Izumi family, the light was dim and flickering.

The breathing at the bedside gradually subsided, leaving only the coolness of the damp air after the rain seeping in.

Asuna Izumi turned to her side, her silver hair scattered on the pillow, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She wrapped the blanket tightly around her body and instinctively curled up into a ball.

She had just become pregnant with Sagiri when her husband died in the plane crash.

After that, she never experienced anything like that again.

To support her child, she poured all her energy into drawing paper and manuscripts.

Over time, she thought that part of her emotions and desires had long since withered away.

But tonight, reality brutally ripped away her self-deceptive facade.

My body feels unfamiliar.

They are also very honest.

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Ye Hai initially planned to do it in the living room.

In the end, it was only after Mrs. Izumi's persistent pleas that he carried her to the bedroom.

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Beside her, Ye Hai reached out and put his arm around her.

The warmth of his palm felt real, pressing against her waist.

Asuna Izumi closed her eyes, tears streaming down her temples.

She obediently cooperated with Ye Hai's actions.

Late at night.

Izumi Sagiri was huddled in her room, the blanket pulled over her head, but she wasn't sleepy at all.

Even though there was a wall between them, she could still hear it.

Sagiri buried her face in the pillow.

"……Mother……"

She murmured, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket tightly.

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The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the sheer curtains, and the air still carried a lingering dampness from the rain.

In the kitchen, the soup in the pot was bubbling and steaming, and the sound of chopping vegetables echoed rhythmically.

Asuna Izumi, wearing an apron, appeared to be performing her movements skillfully, but her mind was in turmoil.

As she stirred the soup, she secretly glanced at the living room out of the corner of her eye—

Ye Hai was sitting at the head of the table.

He was flipping through a magazine he'd casually brought back the night before, looking completely at ease, as if he had always had a place in this house.

Footsteps came from the stairs.

Izumi Sagiri rubbed her eyes, wearing a loose nightgown, her silver hair hanging over her shoulders, and she still looked somewhat tired.

However, when her gaze fell on the figure at the head of the table, she froze.

Ye Hai looked up and met her gaze.

In that instant, Sagiri's face flushed bright red.

The sounds and images from last night are all exploding in my mind.

"I...I'll go back first..."

She turned around in a panic, trying to sneak back to her room.

"Sagiri!"

In the kitchen, Izumi Asuna immediately called out to her.

She put down her spoon, walked quickly to her daughter's side, and reached out to pull her along.

"We'll meet sooner or later, so don't hide."

Asuna Izumi's hands trembled slightly, but she tried her best to keep her tone calm.

Izumi Sagiri stiffly lowered her head, not daring to look at Ye Hai, and could only let her mother pull her step by step toward the dining table.

"Please sit here."

Izumi Asuna gently pressed her daughter to the left of Ye Hai.

The wooden chair made a soft creak, and Izumi Sagiri tensed up to the point of almost holding her breath, her hands clenching tightly around her white over-the-knee socks.

Ye Hai put down the magazine, turned his face, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Good morning, Sagiri.

Izumi Sagiri's shoulders twitched, and she quickly replied in a low voice, "...Good morning."

Her ears were bright red, but her eyes were fixed on the tablecloth, and she dared not look up.

Fried egg, toast, miso soup.

When they were still living in a rented apartment, Izumi Sagiri and the others rarely ate breakfast.

They often paint until very late.