"Miki, don’t be mad. If he doesn’t hold your hand, I’ll hold it." Natsuki Kuri giggled as she took her hand, like a good sister.
The birds chirped, and the air was clear.
Petals fell sparsely under the cherry blossom trees.
Even though he’s about the sa height as , why are his hands so big... Kasahara Fumi walked with her mind in a whirl, her palms soft and small, smooth, almost only half the size of Fujiwara Reya’s hand.
The wind rustled through the cherry blossom grove.
The pink petals hanging high, the small white butterflies fluttering low in groups, drifting with the wind.
Sohow, Kasahara Fumi felt as if there was a beautiful, tiny rainbow-colored vortex, and this cherry blossom grove attracted her deeply.
"It feels like a family outing on the weekend," Fujiwara Reya said while admiring the cherry blossoms.
Kasahara Fumi shrugged.
This gesture seed to say, "Our relationship isn’t quite a family yet."
"You’re still the sa as before." Fujiwara Reya laughed, "Co on, we’re married, can you say a few more words?"
"I won’t..." Kasahara Fumi replied ambiguously.
Her hand was still being held by Fujiwara Reya, and her palm was slightly sweaty, feeling sticky.
In the midst of the cherry blossom grove, there was a statue of the Mountain God.
The statue had endured hundreds of years of wind and rain, with only the outlines of its head, body, and feet barely discernible. The Mountain God’s sleeves were long, nearly trailing to the hem of the garnt, with its hands likely clasped together, though invisible. Despite its faded appearance, it carried a familiar aura, similar to the one Fujiwara Reya exuded.
"Make a wish. It’s very effective," Fujiwara Reya suggested.
Kasahara Fumi glanced sideways, looking at their clasped hands.
"Let go for now," Fujiwara Reya released her hand.
I won’t let you hold it again... Kasahara Fumi thought with a bit of defiance, closing her eyes in front of the statue, with her lips tightly pressed. A few strands of thin orange hair hung over her smooth forehead, and in the slanting sunlight, her face seed to glow.
Fujiwara Reya watched this sacred light, feeling as if his heart had also been purified, and hence, he clasped his hands together in prayer.
Hmm.
Praying to oneself.
Feels a bit strange...
Kasahara Fumi opened her eyes, wanting to leave imdiately.
Fujiwara Reya swiftly reached out, grasping her right hand pressed against her thigh.
"Sigh~"
Kasahara Fumi let out a pained sigh.
In that prolonged sound, there was a hint of despair.
Holding her right hand with his left, Fujiwara Reya asked, "What did you wish for?"
"What about you?" Kasahara Fumi retorted.
"I want to be with the three beauties of the Kasahara family..."
Before he could finish, Kasahara Fumi stepped on him, scolding coldly, "Stop dreaming, you can’t even have one."
"But I already have one!" Fujiwara Reya lifted his right hand, raising their clasped hands to her face, "The wedding is complete; it’s registered with the Yuanjie God. Sister Fukaeri can’t escape now."
Kasahara Fumi turned her head to look at the cherry blossoms.
The blooming cherry blossoms in the wind never seed enough to look at.
Specks of sunlight fell through the gaps in the cherry trees, landing on the body like golden butterflies, surrounded by many visitors enjoying the flowers. On the lakeside, maidservants were performing on the koto.
There were gazebos by the lake with quite a few people inside.
From a distance, Fujiwara Reya could see the figure of Yukino Ritsuko and Kitagawa Ryoko, who was baring her teeth like a little tiger.
He let go of Kasahara Fumi’s hand and walked straight up to them.
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The afternoon sunlight spread across the sky, flocks of birds flew overhead.
A row of cherry trees stood on the embanknt by the lake, young grass grew along the lakeshore, and a group of elderly people sat on the grass, having snacks; there were also young couples strolling leisurely. By the lake was a pavilion for tourists to rest, and through the sparse cherry trees, one could see the majestic mountain of Omotesando in the background.
Sitting in the pavilion by the lakeside was a woman in a light blue narrow-sleeved kimono, a sash diagonally tied across her shoulders.
Takeuchi Akira walked over from afar.
The sunlight shone down, falling on him, a bit warm.
Looking at the Snow Woman in the pavilion, a surge of thoughts arose in his heart.
About the Snow Woman’s appearance and smile, these were fine, after all, as the Demon King, he was well-experienced, and re looks would not move him. Yukino Ritsuko was a beauty, but unlike many others, she possessed a unique, elegant, and serene quality. Perhaps it’s an innate trait of the Snow Woman race; their physique and unwavering loyalty make them rare treasures in a complicated world.
He mingled with the guests alongside Yayako, heading toward the pavilion.
The lakeside was packed with humans and demons, many acquaintances ca up to greet him, he rely nodded casually in response, not in the mood for conversation, his gaze remained fixed on the pavilion.
"Caught by the Snow Woman’s charm?" Yayako laughed sarcastically.
"Not really," Takeuchi Akira replied, "Just that compared to the Fox Clan, the Snow Woman is a bit better."
Yayako twisted the corners of her mouth indifferently, "But she belongs to Fujiwara Reya."
Takeuchi Akira slightly furrowed his brows.
"Once a Snow Woman has given her heart, it won’t change." Yayako provocatively added, "Even if you kill Fujiwara Reya, the Snow Woman won’t be moved by you... Haha, look how pitiful you are."
Takeuchi Akira didn’t respond to this comnt.
Stopping a few dozen ters before the pavilion, he quietly gazed at it.
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