Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The LED screen above my head was showing a very tacky advertisement. All around me was a crowded crowd of people, shouting and laughing, colorful costumes, long skirts floating away, and hurried footsteps.

Young men and women walked side by side, their eyes shining with excitement.

And Usami Reiko is like a poor person, holding coins from the last era in her hands, but unable to buy anything in this era.

What's more, what she wants to buy is hope.

That stuff is never sold to the desperate poor.

pat.

The cell phone fell to the ground and the girl passing by accidentally bumped into Usami Reiko.

"I am so sorry."

Mori Yuesa held the new bed sheets she bought for my wife Yuno, turned her head and looked on the ground.

"I knocked your phone off, didn't I?"

The high heels clattered on the cobblestone road, and one could even see the blood vessels on Mori Yuesha's fair and tender feet.

She bent down to pick up the phone and found a crack running vertically across the screen.

Mori Yuesa looked at her cell phone and wanted to take out her wallet to give the money to Usami Reiko.

The woman opposite was staring at Mori Yuesha in a daze.

"Dead," she murmured.

"Sorry? What happened?" Mori Yuesa frowned while holding her handbag. The woman in front of her seemed to have been stimulated by something, and her face was full of confusion.

The endless stream of people around them all bypassed the two motionless women, and some even cast curious glances at them. They were like pebbles floating on the surface of a stream, being hurriedly bypassed by a school of fish.

"Please come over here first." Mori Yuesa tentatively took Usami Reiko's cold hand and led her to a chair nearby.

She wore a pair of simple burgundy high heels today, something she didn't wear often. Plus, she was a little tired after shopping for half a day.

Sitting on the chair, the girl raised her well-proportioned legs to cover the beauty under her skirt, and turned to look at Usami Reiko who was already in tears beside her.

"you--"

"You don't have to pay for the phone. Can you chat with me for a while?"

Usami Reiko spoke, straightened her short hair, reached out to take the tissue handed to her by Mori Yuesa, and wiped away her tears.

"Just call me Reiko."

"Moriyasu." Moriyasu pointed at herself.

Usami Reiko smiled stiffly, then continued with a very sad expression: "I'm really sorry to bother you, Ms. Mori Yuesha. It's just that my fiancé just passed away, and I, I really can't control it-"

Mori Yuesa raised her fingers and gently stroked the back of Usami's hand, slowly calming her emotions.

"There's no need to say sorry, Miss Lingzi. Please accept my condolences. It's easy for you to get into trouble if you wander around the streets like this."

Usami Reiko pursed her lips and held the broken cell phone tightly in her hand.

"I've known him for a long time and we're getting married soon... Why is this happening?"

The woman covered her face and sobbed softly. She spoke in a desperate and hoarse voice, and her face became paler and paler.

Usami Reiko was silently hysterical.

Mori Yuesa said nothing, holding her with one hand and patting the woman's back with the other, stroking it down her spine.

No one noticed this scene, and few people would realize that the death of two mortals intensified the grief of more people.

Mori Yuesa sat with Usami Reiko for a long time, until many couples changed in the square, until they listened to many songs played, and until she completely calmed down.

There are no more tears, just dry eyes and lifeless pupils.

She thanked him, exchanged numbers with Mori Yuesa, and left the noisy square like a zombie.

Mori Yuesa looked at the capable woman's leaving figure, picked up her bag, stood up and left in her burgundy high heels.

She didn't delve into the story behind the woman's sadness. People die in this world every minute, some glorious and great, some secret and despicable, and some meaningless.

Chapter55 Moving? Meeting the parents?

After two weeks, Yuno Agatsuma's injuries were almost healed.

It just so happened that Mori Yuesha was preparing to help Alia and the orphanage move, and the pink-haired girl also made arrangements to go with them to meet her grandmother.

"No problem? Your injury?"

Agatsuma Yuno made a fist-clenching and flexing muscle gesture: "I'm completely fine now! Yuesha took good care of me."

The girl shook her head and swayed in front of Mori Yuesha, as if she wanted to be praised and paid attention to like a puppy: "How about it, is it okay for me to wear this?"

Agatsuma Yuno was wearing a black dress with hollow gauze patterns on the hem.

There was a thin gold thread hanging from the earlobe, with a small silver crescent hanging from it.

She wore high heels of the same color and carried a retro cowhide shoulder bag.

The fitted dress was puffed out tightly in the front, cinched in at the slender waist, revealing her fair arms below the shoulders.

Her face seemed to have been retouched, with eyebrows drawn on and lips painted a light pink.

Agatsuma Yuno just stood in front of her, with her hands behind her back, her light pink hair hanging to her waist, and she blinked with a searching look.

Then, without waiting for Mori Yuesa to reply, he raised his hands and happily turned around in front of her.

"Is it okay?" she asked again.

I have to say, Mori Yuesha is very beautiful.

However, although there are movers to do the work and they are not needed, is it really okay to dress so formally when moving?

"Yeah, we're meeting Alia and the kids, so of course we have to dress nicely." Agatsuma Yuno leaned closer to Mori Tsukisa: "We have to leave a good impression."

"Are you going to meet the elders as my love interest?"

Mori Yuesa was helpless and pushed Gastima Yuno's face away with her fingers. The latter actually opened her mouth playfully, and her teeth lightly bit her fingertips. After she retracted her mouth, she looked innocent.

"Hehe, that's not bad, right?"

Agatsuma Yuno was not at all self-conscious. She looked at Mori Tsukisa who rolled her eyes, straightened her back, and imitated in a rough voice: "'Hello! I am Mori Tsukisa's girlfriend!' How is it?"

"Why does my girlfriend have to be so rude?" Mori Yuesa thought about her own family. "Well, boys will just feel that they have a sister who can help them buy games. Girls...will be happier, because with a sister, they have an ally. As for Alia..."

Agatsuma Yuno was slightly nervous, and as she listened to Mori Tsukisa's words, her fingers clasped behind her back kept tangling and curling.

"Alia will be happier, after all, she has already guessed about me." Mori Yuesha remembered the old man's teasing words to her.

"Xiao Yuesha doesn't even respond to boys, but likes playing with girls. How strange."

Earlier, Alia seemed to have mentioned it to Mori Yuesha inadvertently.

At that time, Mori Tsukisa responded: "Girls should play with girls, right? Everyone does this, there's nothing strange about it."

"Oh? Really? It seems that I am old and can't keep up with the times. But, when Xiao Yuesha was kissing, she looked very happy. It turned out that they were just playing."

Mori Tsukisa: ...

That's how older people are, they always like to ask you questions with answers.

'So, you saw it?'

Alia was knitting scarves for the children. For convenience, she only bought two or three colors of yarn, so the patterns she knitted were all girls' favorites. The boys had also protested that they would be laughed at by their classmates if they wore pink or bright cherry blossom scarves to school.

However, these protests were easily suppressed by the girls collectively, without Mori Yuesha having to take any action.

Afterwards, those boys with pink scarves became the orphanage’s unique and beautiful scenery.

It can be called the standard color for macho men.

A pair of thick black-framed glasses hung on her face, wrinkles curled up, and Alia lowered her head and knitted while laughing: "What's her name? That girl. She looks very quiet, a gentle and virtuous child."

'Aoi Tojo.'

Your last name is Tojo?

Arya's knitting needles stopped.

"The Tojo family? Or is it just a coincidence that his last name is Tojo?"

Mori Yuesha didn't expect the old man to be so fashionable: "Tojo family."

"It's not trendy. In our time, these families were very famous. But after the advent of the Internet era, they began to hide their talents."

Alia sighed and played with the knitting needles in her hand: "The child of the Tojo family..."

Alia did not dissuade Mori Yuesha. After all, after her adoptive parents passed away, all inheritance matters, including the handling of their bodies, were handled by Alia for Mori Yuesha.

She was very clear about Mori Tsukisa's net worth. Although it was far from that of a chaebol like the Tojo Group, she was definitely a wealthy person.

'Cherish the time we spend together.'

This is what Alia said at the time. Later, after the breakup, Mori Yuesha gradually mentioned Tojo Aoi less and less.

Alia knew it and never talked about it again.

…………

"I thought Yuesha had a hard life and work, but she still had to take a taxi to go to such a short distance? She's much richer than I thought."

In the taxi, Yuno Agatsuma looked at Mori Tsukisa with a strange expression. This girl who seemed so wild when exercising was surprisingly lazy in her daily life.

——At this moment, he was slumped in the back seat as if he had no bones.

When the girl heard this, she rolled her eyes and rolled her eyes at Yuno Agatsuma: "I'm afraid you'll get injured again on the subway, and you're still complaining about me. Who wants to participate in the move with a body that's not fully recovered?"

Agatsuma Yuno giggled and said, "I want to see Grandma Alia and the children."

Want to be with you.

"Xiao Qihai and I have an appointment to come to my house for dinner in two days."

Mori Tsukisa mentioned that after saying hello to Nanami Aoyama last time, she did not meet her again considering Yuno Agatsuma's injury.

The girl still cares about him and often sends messages to ask about him.

The response I got was a disdainful snort from Yuno Myatsuma.

'I don't want to see her. Why waste precious time meeting someone who doesn't matter.'

So the matter was put on hold.

It was not until today that Mori Tsukisa observed that Yuno's injuries were gradually getting better, and she decided to make an appointment with Aoyama Nanami.

Even if Agatsuma Yuno doesn't consider Aoyama Nanami a friend, she is Mori Tsukisa's friend.

"I know, if Yuesa likes it, it's okay to ask anyone out. What do you want to eat?" asked Yuno Agatsuma.

Ever since her injury healed, she has compulsively taken over Mori Yuesha's cooking job, feeding her three meals a day in different ways - resulting in the girl saying the day before yesterday that she had gained weight despite regular exercise!

"Rather than saying that I take care of Yuno, it's better to say that Yuno takes care of me. When I lived alone, I cooked for myself. Ever since Yuno came, I've become lazy..."

My wife Yuno smiled secretly.

"It's better to eat something light. You've gained weight recently." Mori Yuesha said embarrassedly.

Agatsuma Yuno glanced at Mori Yuesa's body and said, "Hasn't she always been fat?"

...Tell me something that can be written and broadcast.

"Anyway, we don't need it. We're just eating vegetables these days, right? The kind that's boiled in plain water!"

Yuno Agatsuma didn't think Mori Tsukisa could do what she said: "Really? I bought wagyu beef yesterday. If you don't eat this kind of thing soon, it won't taste good. Do you want to give it to Nanami?"

Oily and fragrant...

"What vegetables are you eating! Sukiyaki! Put the wagyu in there! And eggs! Mushrooms!"

Mori Yuesa licked her lips and faithfully followed her inner choice.

Chapter 56 Childish words and first meeting