[net king] light as fleeting

Fujiwara Ri leaned against the edge of the corridor of the teaching building and waited for Atobe, looking up at the pure blue sky, while stretching out his hand to gesture.

"Xiao Li?" The still inaccurate Japanese sounded behind Fujiwara Ri. She frowned and turned to see the blond-haired and blue-eyed boy from yesterday.

"You don't like me?" The boy looked at Fujiwara Ri's first reaction, and asked bluntly his inner guess.

After Fujiwara Ri shifted his gaze to him and nodded, the boy raised his lips and smiled, and then he spoke without the gentle tone at the beginning: "I don't like you either."

After getting such a straightforward answer, Fujiwara Ri still simply nodded to show that she understood, then moved her eyes and continued to look up at the sky.

"Your reaction was beyond my expectation." The boy walked to Fujiwara Ri's side to imitate her movements, and raised his hand to cover his eyes, allowing the little light to refract into his eyes through the gap between his fingers.

"The reason you hate me is because of Xiao Azusa, right?" The boy didn't wait for Fujiwara Ri's answer, maybe he knew that Fujiwara Ri wouldn't answer, so he continued on his own: "But, I simply hate you. For any reason."

Fujiwara Ri pursed her lips in silence, and quietly clenched her right hand tightly, while her left hand was still covering her eyes and trembling slightly in the air.

Aware of Fujiwara Ri's reaction, the boy seemed not to have expected the consequences of his words: "I'm sorry for saying such exaggerated words to you, but this is my truth. I'm rude."

"I know what you said."

As soon as the dusty memory is opened, the past that I tried hard to forget floods into my mind in an instant, as if to drown Fujiwara Ri.

She remembered that it was because she was playful that she deliberately avoided the driver who picked her up after school, and planned to walk home by herself, so that her mother would praise her.However, it was also because she was obsessed with all kinds of novelty things that she could only see at a glance in the car along the way, so she didn't pay attention to the few tall men following her.

When those people followed her to find the villa they lived in, and when the sky began to darken, they had dinner, and her mother was willing to take her out for a walk as a reward, and she was undoubtedly kidnapped not far from home.

She had never stayed in such a dark basement, and her mother's helpless crying was in her ears.She knew that it was all her fault, so she was afraid, afraid that her mother would know the truth and cause such consequences just because she was playful.

She hasn't cried since then, it's all caused by her, she doesn't have the right to cry.She kept saying that to herself.

So she became obedient, learned to be well-behaved and sensible, and not willful. After that kidnapping, her mother blamed all the faults on the servant at that time, and no longer let her go to school, but let the housekeeper hire a tutor to come to her home to help her with her homework.

Listening to the gossip behind the maids every day, listening to their obviously disgusted tone.But Fujiwara realized that she had no right to be angry, all of this was caused by her.She was silent, and the silence day after day suppressed all her emotions, forcing herself not to care about other people's eyes.

Dependence, as long as there is one is enough.This is her idea.

"You, I, I'm not." Lambert nervously took out his handkerchief and handed it to Fujiwara Ri. He didn't think about making someone cry, so he panicked for a while.

Fujiwara Ri put down her hand covering her eyes, looked at the sky-blue handkerchief stretched out in front of her, followed the handkerchief to the owner of the handkerchief, blinked her long eyes, and said slowly: "I didn't cry."

Fujiwara Ri looked straight at Lambert like this, saw the young man a little helplessly looking away from the two of them, and said softly: "This time it's not because of Xiao Azusa, but because I also started to be innocent. Hate you."

Lambert couldn't help laughing when he heard such words, retracted his hand and put the handkerchief in his pocket, and restored his usual gentleness when he spoke again: "Your reaction has always exceeded my expectations."

"I didn't say that you can't be friends if you hate each other, if you can." The boy sincerely extended his right hand to Fujiwara: "Nice to meet you, I'm Lambert Volo."

Fujiwara hesitated for a while before stretching out her right hand: "I'm Fujiwara Ri, nice to meet you."

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"You get along well with that person just now, huh?" When Atobe stepped out of the door of the principal's office, what he saw was the friendly handshake scene between the two just now.Afterwards, Lambert said that he still needed to go to the library to collect materials, bid farewell to Ri Fujiwara, and then turned and left.

After Atobe asked, he felt that he seemed to interfere too much, so he directly changed the subject: "Are you planning to follow me?"

"En." Fujiwara Ri nodded without hesitation, and immediately followed Atobe's side to keep a parallel pace.

"The Department of Traces."

"uh-huh?"

"Are you afraid that someone will become dependent on you?"

"Afraid? That just means that my uncle is attractive."

"..."

Unexpectedly, Atobe only glanced at the pick-up vehicle waiting outside the school gate, walked out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, turned left and walked along the sidewalk.

"Atobe." Fujiwara Ri beside him grabbed the cuff of his clothes nervously.

"Huh? I'm going to the store opposite to buy something, don't you want to follow?" Atobe frowned watching Fujiwara Ri's weird reaction, and let her tug on her cuff.

"Not far away, right?" Fujiwara Ri asked cautiously, her tone a bit unstable.

"It's two streets away." Answered patiently, Fujiwara Ri's question caught Atobe's attention, and decided to let Fujiwara Ri follow the driver back first.

"It's okay, I want to go too." When Fujiwara Ri said this, her left hand was still tightly holding on to Atobe's sleeve, which made her words unreliable.

In the end, Atobe still didn't let Fujiwara Ri follow the driver home first, someone still grabbed his cuffs and walked slowly beside him.This posture attracted the attention of passers-by, who would say things like 'this is a couple quarreling and losing their temper' from time to time.

Atobe twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly because of the rich imagination of the passers-by. They just had a conversation in a few sentences, so why did they quarrel and lose their temper.

Being held tight by Fujiwara Ri, Atobe pulled her hand away uncomfortably and changed to holding her hand. He led her past the red street light and asked in a low voice, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah." Because the palms of men and women are too different, Fujiwara Ri only grasped Atobe's fingers tightly, so that she could feel at ease.