A gift for you Ivychun

Road is hindered and long

"So, you're just...together?"

After a few days, Nao finally got the words from Yukimura's mouth, sitting on the thick cushion in the rehabilitation room, his expression was full of entanglements between shock and gossip.

"Why, you seem very dissatisfied?"

Yukimura asked back with a happy face, and kept moving his hands.He pulled the grip that weighed tens of kilograms in fours and twos, but his face was still calm.

"Uh...how should I put it? It's just...a little surprise...hehe, a little surprise, a little surprise!"

Nao was startled, shook her head hastily, and turned to muttering to herself,

"Although I knew that good cabbage would be eaten by pigs one day, I didn't expect this day to come so soon, and the vicious dog protecting the cabbage didn't even bark... I thought it would be the beautiful sister who spoke first. Woolen cloth……"

"bump--"

Hearing this, Yukimura's movements froze, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the gravity block bounced back to the original place heavily.

Speechless looking at the sky - if he could do it again, he would really rather be that pig gnawing on cabbage than be that gnawed cabbage!

Nao, who was still sighing, noticed Yukimura's abnormality sharply.Knowing brother Mo Ruomei, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she had a flash of inspiration and blurted out:

"Could it be that it's really not you brother who confessed first, but sister beauty!"

In the end, it is no longer an interrogative sentence but an exclamatory sentence.

Yukimura, who was pierced by an arrow, lay down on the machine with a stiff expression.

Nao, who had reacted, keenly sensed an unusual aura, jumped up excitedly, approached Yukimura in three steps at a time, and said gloatingly:

"No way, I guessed it right! Brother, you are really weak!"

Yukimura pulled the grip forcefully in silence, his forehead was full of blue veins.

"hey-hey……"

Nao, who satisfactorily got the answer she wanted from Yukimura's silence, didn't have the sense to comfort her frustrated elder brother at all, and smiled to herself,

"It's really not a wrong bet! Compared with the older brother who looks forward and backward, she really is the straight-forward elder sister. It's refreshing enough, I like it!"

Yukimura turned a blind eye to his sister's elbow turning outward, but the blue veins on his forehead that were throbbing more and more cheerfully betrayed his true mood.

However, as if it wasn't enough to add insult to injury, Nao still lingered by Yukimura's side and chattered endlessly.

"Hey, brother, let's satisfy my curiosity! How did the beautiful sister confess to you? Well... With her personality, I think it is very likely that she used a lingering waka~"

Once again, Yukimura held his forehead unbearably: Whose brat is this, did he treat her brother like this!

"You look very free today!"

Yukimura sat up and smiled softly, tactfully issued the eviction order.

"Of course I..."

Nao, who wanted to hang on to it, suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking not far away from the corner of his eye, and changed his words decisively and quickly,

"Of course I'm busy! So, dear brother, forgive me for being involuntary, let's go first~"

Yukimura, who was still puzzled by the fact that his younger sister rarely knew each other today, followed her gaze, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Before leaving, Nao, who packed her schoolbag, did not forget to tease Yukimura one last time:

"It's hard to see my girlfriend once, and I won't disturb the light bulb. However, I realized that the vicious dog who lost my vegetable garden is still blocking the way, my lord, the road ahead is still bumpy, come on!"

After speaking, she floated out of the recovery room like a gust of wind.Along the way, she could still hear her angry voice:

"Good morning, sister beauty! Good morning, sister Fujiwara! I have something to leave today, bye~"

Facing this eccentric little sister who is like a heavenly soldier, sure enough, only a Nakatomi with facial paralysis can maintain the same calmness as before.

Before Yukimura could finish his silent mourning for his brother who had been oppressed all the year round, Fujiwara was already pushing Nakatomi closer and closer.

After adjusting his mentality for a long time, Yukimura smiled slightly, and was finally able to say hello to his "girlfriend" who was just released a few days ago:

"Good morning, Fujitsuki. Um... are you here for rehabilitation too?"

Nakatomi was startled when asked about it, his ears were slightly red, his eyes drifted away unconsciously, and he also replied calmly:

"Ah...Professor Shinozu said that you can try to walk upright today."

Then, there was a long silence.Whether it is the calm Yukimura or the calm Nakatomi, it is the first time that they have tasted the feeling of being at a loss.

In the quiet interior, sunlight flows slowly on the floor, rendering a warm and peaceful background.The shallow breathing sound was inaudible, like a light feather, gently sweeping across the heart, bringing a strange feeling of numbness, which made people want to smile inexplicably.

Although Fujiwara, who was automatically ignored by the two at the side, was depressed by the pink in the room, he couldn't help complaining silently in his heart:

It's too late for you two to be shy now, okay?Do you want to be so innocent even in a relationship!

God is sorry, these two outstanding people are dragons and phoenixes. One has devoted himself to tennis for ten years and has always regarded the entire tennis club as a lover; Love is but an impression.So much so that when they really came into contact with the wonder of love, even the two who had already gotten used to each other felt embarrassed.

"Cough-cough-"

Fujiwara, who had seen enough big eyes to small eyes, finally couldn't help coughing slightly, and reminded in a cold voice,

"With all due respect, Your Highness, your recovery time is running out."

Hearing this, Zhongchen suddenly recovered from the silence, and returned to the indifferent and reserved Tiantian Ji in the past, and said in a deep voice:

"So, let's get started."

After finishing speaking, she rolled the wheelchair to the armrests by herself, supported them tentatively, and stood up tremblingly.

Fujiwara was startled, and quickly chased after him, standing aside worriedly.And Yukimura had long forgotten the unnaturalness in his heart, and ran over to watch.

Although I have known for a long time that Fujiyue is not as weak as those delicate noble ladies, and I have long understood that the Nakatomi family's Tiantianji is not only due to talent, but also witnessed her harsh practice and perfection. Persistence, However, when he was watching her recovery after surgery, he still couldn't control the shock from the inside out——

No matter how miraculous Zhongchen is said to be, she is still human.Even with superhuman willpower, physical weakness, sequelae of serious illness, and muscle atrophy caused by sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, it still makes her almost unable to complete simple standing.Only with the persistence in her heart, she was barely able to support the handrail and straighten up with difficulty.

Taking a step slowly, Nakatomi, who had overestimated his body's ability to bear it, slumped and slumped to the ground.

"do not want!"

Fujiwara, who was right next to him, was about to step forward, but was stopped coldly by Nakatomi.

"I will do it myself."

After swinging Fujiwara back, she stretched her graceful arms, tried her best to hook the handrail, gritted her teeth and tried to stand up again with all her strength.Years of dance practice and her extremely flexible body enable her to climb up little by little with the strength of her waist and abdomen, like a flower blooming in the sky.But before she got up halfway, the hand that had already lost strength slipped, and only heard a "plop—" and she fell back to the ground heavily.

Reluctantly stretching out his hand again, stubbornly refusing anyone's help, his slender fingers firmly grasped the handrail, and the slender jade neck and straight shoulders formed a smooth line.It is obviously a fragile appearance, but it has an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.Her posture is like a dying swan, struggling with white wings and dancing towards the blue sky of hope, elegant, proud, but sad.

Fujiwara's eyes were slightly red.

Finally, she stood up successfully, and a gleam of joy flashed in her obsidian eyes, like a shooting star passing by in the night sky.

However, no matter how bright the shooting star is, it is only a short-lived passer-by after all, because the next second, she staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

Even though the ground was covered with thick cushions, it was not difficult to imagine how hard the fall was from the loud sound of falling to the ground and the suppressed muffled groans.

However, Nakatomi's face was still calm and indifferent, neither resentment and disappointment of failure, nor eager irritability of waiting.She just woke up slightly from the dizziness of falling to the ground, and then stood up again.

Climb up, fall down, get up again, fall down again, still get up... Time and time again, Zhong Chen, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was already sweating profusely, and his palms, elbows and knees were red and swollen from the fall. Yu's complexion is even more pitiful.However, as long as they come into contact with her eyes, these meaningless sympathies or pity become a joke that no one cares about.Countless failures did not make her give up. She seemed to be unconscious. She fell down a hundred times and got up one hundred and one times.

On the pale delicate face, there are only those eyes. At the bottom of the seemingly calm lake, there is a powerful and tenacious force hidden, looking forward persistently.Indifferent, stubborn, transparent, persistent, simple, strong... Countless gorgeous colors are intertwined, so beautiful that it is shockingly beautiful, and it fades into nothingness in an instant.When he came back to his senses, there was only that pale and delicate figure in front of him, falling down and getting up again.

This is a dance of martyrdom. The ancient gods paved the way with blood and sweat, dancing with all their strength and life, towards the far side.The blood-red setting sun stretches from the sky to here, and the tragic music surrounds from all directions, sending off this never-ending dance.

Fujiwara next to him suddenly covered his mouth, and staggered towards the door.Yukimura turned his head to look at her back knowingly, he had neither the desire to catch up nor the need to explore.Because, they all know well——

No one can stop this dance, let alone dispel her martyr-like determination.

Yukimura closed his eyes slightly, trying in vain to hide the expression in them.But the fluttering eyelashes still betrayed his restless heart at the moment.

Didn't he already know?They have always been the same kind of people, what kind of evil souls are hidden under the deceptive surface-stubborn, tough, follow the heart, for the sake of their own responsibilities and the goals they want to achieve, they do nothing Put it in your eyes, let alone yourself?

This kind of personality hurts oneself first, and then hurts others, but what most people see is either their false appearance or indifferent style, and they never find out the inside that is riddled with holes.Slightly smiled - people like them are indeed not acceptable to everyone; but fortunately, he met her.

Because he loves her, he will be so heartbroken; and because he understands her, he chooses to remain silent.

In a short distance of 30 meters, Nakatomi walked for a whole morning.

When she finally collapsed the moment she reached the finish line, Yukimura, who had been waiting all the time, stepped forward quickly and caught her just in time.Feeling her violent panting in front of his chest, he opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, finally he could only sigh helplessly, and whispered softly:

"Still, don't be so brave..."

The noon sun has become hot.Nakatomi fell powerlessly into Yukimura's arms, his mind went blank.Feeling the familiar and reassuring atmosphere surrounding her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

In fact, what Tiantianji, who looks so indifferent and noble, is only asking for is someone who can accept her imperfection in time when she is weak, tired, and doesn't want to hold on to the false surface. embrace.

No matter how indifferent as water, no matter how lofty, no matter how heartless and ruthless, she still has such a moment when all her weaknesses can be seen at a glance.This cannot be shown to Ms. Fujiwara, grandfather, Daphne and Alice, or even Saint as a friend. Only after seeing all her unknown sides, accepting all her imperfections, and still willing to be with her Only Yukimura, who works hand in hand, allows her to completely set up her defenses.

So, just a little longer, please give her a little more time, so that she can have such a vulnerable moment.When she opened her eyes again, she was the perfect Tiantian Ji again.

"Holy..."

With her eyes closed, she let out a soft cry, with imperceptible dependence.

A pair of warm hands immediately covered her cold hands, which were covered with thin calluses from practicing tennis all the year round, but they looked extraordinarily strong and reliable because of this.Followed by his equally gentle voice:

"What's wrong, Fujitsu."

Such a gentle and intimate voice, as if possessing the magic power of bewitching, made her pour out her heart involuntarily:

"I just suddenly remembered the last time I was so embarrassed."

"Oh?"

There was no curiosity or surprise in his voice, he just motioned her to continue flatly, but easily brought out the past that was deeply buried in her heart:

"I once said that for a while, I was abandoned by my grandfather because I couldn't learn Kagura dance well."

She rubbed her head slightly against his arms, as if remembering something bad.

"Before I was six years old, I was not what I am now. At that time, I was even more desireless than I am now--you can even say that I have no interest in life. Death is just another way for me. In this sense of life, there is nothing worth fighting for. Therefore, even though I am precocious, I have an attitude towards those heirs and aristocratic courses."

"Do you know how my Kagura teacher described me at the time?"

A trace of self-mockery crossed Nakatomi's lips,

"As far as dance is concerned, Ms. Nakatomi is undoubtedly a genius; but as far as Kagura is concerned, she is an out-and-out rotten wood. Because she has no soul."

Yukimura was startled—even if he didn't know about Kagura dance, he knew how harsh this sentence was—this completely negated her existence as a person!

As if feeling the mood swings of Zhongchen in his arms, he couldn't help slowing down his tone:

"and after?"

Nakatomi reached out and grabbed Yukimura's clothes before continuing:

"Later, I understood my situation and responsibilities, and began to devote myself to learning everything about Kagura—prayer, sacrifice, purification...and ancient music one after another."

"Those who haven't experienced it can't imagine those days at all. Those tedious and boring movements and the hidden meaning behind them, those obscure and difficult tunes and different usage occasions, those days when they were too tired to pass out in the dance studio and no one cares about them." Every night, those ubiquitous eyes that hide their disdain with respect..."

Having said that, Nakatomi couldn't help but clenched his fingers tightly, and the winding blue blood vessels under the pale skin were clearly visible.

"Perhaps you have heard the rumors about me. Three-year-old Nengwu, five-year-old Shenhui, and being called 'Tiantian Ji'... However, for the Nakatomi of the Shinto clan, these are not worth the confession of the suzerain Say 'Tianji'. Only Tianji, who can inherit Kagura dance, is the one who is truly admired by the proud Shinto family."

"It took me four full years—four years of non-stop study, four years of hard training day and night, and four years of hard work and forbearance to create the Kagura dance that was astonishing to the world when I was ten years old."

Her muffled voice came from his arms, cutting bluntly on his heart:

"So, being brave has long been a habit of mine. I can't change it, and I don't want to change it."

Looking at Nakatomi who looked like a wounded animal in his arms, Yukimura stretched out his hand, touched her head with a smile, and said softly:

"If you don't want to change it, then don't change it."

Nakatomi suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes to look at Yukimura.The expression on his face was hard to see because of the backlight, but it was extremely warm against the backdrop of the sunlight behind him.He looked at himself reflected in Nakatomi's black eyes, and solemnly promised:

"You just need to remember to turn your head after being brave. I will always stand by your side."

That unexplainable emotion once again filled Nakatomi's chest.She stared blankly at Yukimura's not tall, but reliable and firm figure, and thought of this for the first time:

If, when she experienced those unbearable past events alone, someone could give her a temporary embrace like today, she would definitely not be like what she is now, longing for but not daring to believe in anyone's love.

It's a pity that this sentence was four years late; but fortunately, no matter how late, she still waited.

Under the golden warm sun, the indifferent girl who is overwhelmed by the country and the city is embracing the gentle and gentle boy. The black hair and the blue hair are entangled with each other. At first glance, they are two distinct and independent existences. Tolerate the unique aura of others.

Even Fujiwara, who had just stepped into the door, couldn't help but froze in place the moment he saw this picture.After a while, she came back to her senses, and shouted belatedly:

"Your Highness!"

The two people who were disturbed quickly separated and stood up.Nakatomi looked at the darkened Fujiwara suspiciously, without any sense of being broken.On the contrary, Yukimura couldn't help touching his nose in embarrassment under her accusing eyes.

"What's the matter, Ms. Fujiwara?"

Nakatomi subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but forgot his current physical condition, and staggered back into Yukimura's arms.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

Fujiwara was terrified when he saw it, and he didn't care about preaching. He hurriedly stepped forward to gently but firmly helped Nakatomi from Yukimura's hand, and carefully helped her back to the wheelchair.

After Zhongchen sat down firmly, she breathed a sigh of relief and remembered the business:

"Your Highness, the suzerain is here, please go quickly."

Hearing his grandfather's order, Nakatomi nodded with a serious expression. Before Fujiwara could do anything, he nodded goodbye to Yukimura and walked out the door with a wheelchair.

Only when Nakatomi was out of sight, Fujiwara turned around and looked seriously at Yukimura behind him:

"Mr. Yukimura, I wish I could just say this once: You can't give His Royal Highness Tiantian Ji the future she deserves, so please don't challenge the authority of the Nakatomi family."

"I don't think it's up to you what kind of future Fujitsu should have, and..."

Yukimura met her disapproving gaze without showing any weakness, without hiding his restrained aura, he said word by word,

"I also wish I could just say it once - I didn't want to give her her future because I love her, but I fell in love with her because I wanted to give her my future!"

word of love

what is love?

Nakatomi thought about this question many times, but never found a definite answer.

It's not just her, there are so many people in this world, how many people really understand?

Daphne was born with a good eye and a photographic memory. She has the entire British Library and the rare books accumulated by the De Lorraine's family for a hundred years, but she still can't tell the true meaning of love.

Alice is now well-informed and well-informed, and the vicissitudes of life are just a blink of an eye's pastime for her, but she keeps secrets about love.

And her grandfather, who sat in the highest position and was decisive and ruthless all his life, was defeated by the word love, which finally created the embarrassing situation of the Nakatomi family today.

Her grandfather had only one son, and her father had only one daughter. Even though it was inseparable from the intrigue of various forces, it was themselves who planted the original cause.

How could she forget, what was the reason for the 12 years of exhaustion in her life!

So, it's not that she doesn't understand, she just doesn't want to understand.Looking at those obsessions and resentments caused by love, she felt too tired, so she was content to be a symbol of heartlessness, just like the goddess in the shrine who also looked on indifferently.

Until that person came out of the one-meter sunshine in the afternoon, just smiled slightly, but didn't know that he had disrupted the life script she had already written.

She has seen people who are more beautiful than him; she has never lacked people who are gentler than him;But why, she kept making exceptions just for him?

So, what is love?

Biologically speaking, love is the release of a specific set of chemicals in the brain, including the neurotransmitters dopamine, norepinephrine, amphetamine, and the release of the hormone serotonin.The same compounds stimulate the pleasure centers of the brain, leading to side effects such as increased heart rate, decreased appetite, insomnia, and intense agitation.This stage is called being in love, and it usually lasts from one and a half to three years.

Philosophically speaking, the definition of love is rational, so it includes the derivatives of socialization full of human rationality, such as morality, responsibility, obligation, etc., and reduces the desire to reproduce to the minimum need.

"New Testament [-] Corinthians" says: "Love is patient long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up, is not rude, does not seek its own, is not quick-tempered, Calculates evil, does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails."

However, these are not the love Nakatomi wants, let alone her feelings for Yukimura.

She was lying on the mat in the rehabilitation room panting heavily, even though her body was exhausted to the limit, she still couldn't suppress the questions lingering in her mind.

Fortunately, Yukimura and Fujiwara are not here today, so no one will interrupt her train of thought.

She had to straighten out the true meaning of love before she could get along with him naturally in a new identity.

Thinking of this, she slowly waited for her breathing to stabilize, then slowly sat up, and called softly:

"letter."

Before she finished speaking, a black figure quickly flashed beside her.She raised the corners of her lips slightly, but without a hint of a smile—as expected, she was surrounded by either wisdom or faith, and there would never be a pair of eyes missing.

She raised her eyes and saw that the tall woman had exactly the same outline as Zhi Zhi, who had just turned eighteen and was already capable of being alone.Although she lowered her head respectfully, the real master in her heart may not necessarily be her.

Zhongchen was not annoyed either, she had seen this kind of look too many times, if she had to worry about everything, she would not be her anymore.Playing with a lock of black hair on her chest, she said lightly:

"Where did Ms. Fujiwara go?"

"In the Japanese room."

Fujiwara Shin replied briefly.If you talk too much, you will lose it. This is the teaching they have been taught since childhood.

"Where is the saint?"

Zhongchen asked again seemingly unintentionally, but his eyes didn't move away for a moment.

"Rest in the ward."

Sure enough, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.Although it is fleeting, but for Yu Zhongchen, it is enough.

Secretly sighing in her heart, she thought: There are as many servants as masters, this sentence is really good.Zhihexin, who grew up with her, has become more and more like her in temperament. On the surface, he seems to be impeccable, but he is the most incapable of concealing and lying.

Without saying any more, he waved her back, and she fell heavily on the cushion again, staring at the snow-white ceiling above her head in a daze.

In fact, no one needs to tell her, she already knows it by heart - it must be those conspiracies that they all think are not suitable for her to know, so they discuss it in private while she is recovering.

Again!It's like this again... She feebly raised her hand to cover her eyes, covering the dazzling white light.They've always been like this since childhood.

It seems to be a conventional understanding. In their view, Tian Tianji, who is as clean as water, should not participate in these dark and unspeakable conspiracies.Obedience and defiance, dark secrets, deception... These words seem to be incapable of being associated with her who is lofty—or in other words, she is innocent.

At some point, in their eyes, she really became a goddess who needed overprotection, but they forgot that a woman who can memorize a book of the history of the Warring States by heart, how can she really know nothing.

She just doesn't want to understand, but it doesn't mean she doesn't understand.

In the past, she was really impatient with these tactics and tactics, so she didn't go into details.However, this time, they pulled Yukimura again—that was to touch her back!

Although she still doesn't understand love, she knows that she is very angry now.And once the unintentional Zhongchen gets angry, the consequence is to make the person who made her angry also angry.

Thinking of this, she pulled up her sleeves and stood up from the ground, straightened her skirt, turned around and wanted to go out the door.However, before she could move, she saw a girl standing by the door.

She pursed her lips, her obsidian-like eyes met those familiar yet unfamiliar purple-blue eyes.

Playroom in the children's ward.

The cheerful and bright cartoon background music reverberated in the room, accompanied by the sound of laughing and joking, making it extremely noisy.But fortunately, it was entertainment time, and the nurse on duty didn't bother to take care of this group of crazy children.

Nakatomi sat on a chair in the corner, watching the scene in front of him without saying a word.

"How about it, isn't this place nice!"

A clear child's voice came from beside him, implying something,

"Now...you don't have to be afraid that your guard will hear it."

Hearing this, Nakatomi turned to look at the girl sitting on the swing and smiling innocently.With purple-blue hair, sweet and lovely facial features, and a smile like a spring flower, it is Yukimura's younger sister Nao.

However, at this moment, the feeling she gave her was completely different from the ease she had every time she got along with each other.

"You have something to tell me."

Zhongchen cut to the chase.

"Hee hee, as expected of Tiantian Ji. That's right, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm here to tell you the truth."

Nasu stuck out her tongue coquettishly, making it impossible to imagine the chill in her words,

"Actually, I don't like you. On the contrary, I really hate you."

Zhong Chen looked into her eyes, was silent for a while, and said slowly:

"I know."

"you know?"

Nao looked at her with raised eyebrows in surprise, and then suddenly realized what happened,

"Ah, I should have thought of it a long time ago! Didn't my brother say that His Royal Highness Tiantianji's intuition is not inferior to his keenness!"

After finishing speaking, her tone changed:

"But you must not know why I hate you."

Zhongchen just looked at her, his face remained calm, without any curiosity.

Seeing this, although Nao was still smiling, her voice suddenly became sharp:

"That's the expression! What I hate the most is your expression! It's as if I'm a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, and everyone else is an ordinary person."

Zhong Chen suddenly felt a little innocent, so he could only explain dryly:

"I was born that way."

Nasu didn't pay attention to her words, her eyes swept over her picturesque eyebrows, long black hair, and elegant demeanor, and then paused for a while on the special hospital gown embroidered with family crests, and soon she Also look away.

"You are really beautiful, elegant, and noble, and you also have this capital."

She said it as if she was talking to herself,

"But you are still not good enough for my brother."

Her eyes were looking straight ahead, and with a little step, she sat on the swing and swayed:

"The first time I knew you existed was on my brother's birthday. We went to see him at night, only to find him sitting in front of the window, staring at a sweatband in a daze. Later, I knew that it was embroidered by you yourself." .”

Zhongchen was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously went to straighten the hair on his chest.

"From that day on, I gradually heard your name more and more from my brother's mouth."

Nao smiled sweetly, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes,

"The tea that Tiantianji makes is delicious, the flowers that Tiantianji puts are beautiful, and the songs that Tiantianji sings are beautiful...Tiandianji knows everything and understands everything, but sometimes she is very dull and cute."

"until one day……"

"Crack——" the swing stopped abruptly.

"He started to say, what about Fujiyue!"

She turned her head, stopped smiling, and looked deeply into Nakatomi's deep and penetrating eyes:

"My brother likes you very much, even more than he thinks. However, I still can't see how much you like. Because you have no heart!"

Nakatomi was startled:

"you……"

However, Nao didn't wait for her to finish, she turned her head and said on her own:

"Maybe you really like my brother, otherwise you wouldn't have confessed first. But, so what? People like you, the last thing you can believe is 'like'."

The sound of the swing swinging back and forth echoed in Nakatomi's ears, and the noisy play seemed to be isolated from this corner.She should be an innocent girl who knows no worries, but her voice is full of understanding and disdain beyond her age.She looked at the ten-year-old girl quietly, as if she was meeting her for the first time.

"Although I don't know who you are, you must not be an ordinary rich man!"

Nao curled her lips indifferently, even though she guessed Nakatomi's extraordinary background, she didn't show mercy because of it,

"Girls from families like yours will either marry in the future, or find a talented young man to marry, and then work for your family for the rest of their lives. I think that Fujiwara's attitude towards you should be the latter. .”

Zhongchen's eyes dimmed.However, the next second, Nao turned to ask her:

"Do you know what my brother's dream is?"

"A world-class tennis professional."

Nakatomi replied without thinking.

"Yes."

Nao nodded,

"My elder brother is destined to shine in the world of tennis. When he was young, he told me that he would play for the rest of his life. When he couldn't play anymore, he would paint and open a small gallery. , and then taught his son how to play tennis."

"A wonderful dream."

Nakatomi spoke harshly.

"Yeah—it's beautiful..."

The little ghost from Naxu sighed with emotion, then turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like torches,

"However, your family will never allow you to marry such a person!"

Zhongchen was speechless.She suddenly remembered the scene she had accidentally overheard. Grandfather's voice was cold and heartless, while his gentle and pleasant voice was somewhat helpless.Finally, he said:

"Let me complete the darkness that a simple Zhongchen Tiantianji can't touch, for her!"

Reminiscing about what happened today, she clenched her hands covered by her wide sleeves secretly—no, she absolutely did not want Yukimura to accompany her to become a prisoner of this decadent clan for her sake, carrying shackles that did not belong to him!

After not receiving a response for a long time, Nao turned his head angrily as if throwing a tantrum:

"That's why I really hate you!"

Nakatomi waited puzzled for her next words.

But Nao stopped talking as if she was angry, and just kept on swinging on the swing.The swing got higher and higher, and her complexion became darker and darker.

Finally, seeing that she was about to hit the wall, Nakatomi quickly grabbed the swing rope and stared at her steadily.

She gritted her teeth and struggled for a while, no matter how precocious and transparent she was, she was still a child, no match for Zhong Chen who had lived two lifetimes so calmly.She gave her a hard look and said angrily:

"So, what do you think? Is it really possible to make my brother give up his dream and go to your house? My brother's talent is not for helping you to intrigue with others!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chen shook his head:

"How can I let him do what I don't want to do myself."

"So, you also like my brother?"

Nao's tone was very urgent.

"like?"

Nakatomi looked at the sky, his eyes were a little dazed,

"I do not know either……"

Before Nao got angry, she lowered her head and added:

"All I know is that I want to watch him live out his dream."

She stretched out her hand and looked at her shiny and slender fingers with an inexplicable expression.There may have been some thin calluses on it in the early years, but they have been removed by day-to-day meticulous care-how can there be flaws in the Tiantian Ji of the Nakatomi family, from head to toe and even a strand of hair?

"so,"

She clenched her fist vigorously, staring into Nasu's purple-blue eyes,

"Whether it's Geba's syndrome or Nakatomi's, I will solve everything that hinders his dream path, not in the name of Nakatomi Tentenji, but only in the name of Fujitsuki!"

Under the bright light, the girl's eyes were clear and firm, as if she had finally opened her eyes.