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8:30pm.

Dragging his exhausted body, Chiba returned to the apartment with a gloomy expression.

After sending Fujimoto to the airport half an hour ago, for some reason, Chiba felt a faint colic in his heart.

Didn't tell the other party, as if he told Sakurai the truth back then, Chiba walked heavily to the window of the living room, opened the window lightly, and let the biting night wind blow on his cheeks, taking away the hazy heat.

Seeing the bright and clear moonlight outside the window outline the outlines of the treetops on the street indistinctly, Qianye's eyes became more distant.

Even though I have been best friends with Fujimoto for two years, I still can't predict how the other party will handle things.

——For example, the matter of having such deep affection for Sakurai Kaiichi.

——Hey, Tetsuya, since you care so much about that kid, why didn't you accept his feelings back then? ——

I remember that in the United States, when the two were drinking and joking, he had casually raised this question.

However, Fujimoto, who was smiling handsomely at that time, only changed his face slightly, and then he opened his eyes sideways and remained silent.

Knowing that she poked into the past that the other party didn't want to mention, Qianye just kept her mouth shut, and didn't intend to pry further.

"Tetsuya..." With a sneer, Qianye squeezed the center of her brow with one hand, and shook her head lightly, "There is no one more stupid than you in this world."

"Om"...

However, just as Chiba was immersed in the memories, the pocket phone suddenly vibrated.

Frowning, he hesitated and took out his mobile phone, staring at the strange number on the screen for a while, speechless.

Standing still, he continued to stare calmly at the soft moon outside the window.

However, the long-lost silence didn't last long, and the pocket phone started vibrating again.

Looking at the same number irritably, Chiba hesitated for a moment, and pressed to answer.

"..." Putting the phone to his ear, he listened carefully to the sound on the other side, without saying a word.

Seeing that no one spoke, the person on the other side was also tacitly silent, not knowing what they were waiting for.

The phone never hung up.

After a while, gradually realizing the embarrassing silence, Qianye couldn't help but pursed her lips in displeasure, and asked dimly, "Who is that?"

"..."

"Hello? Talk."

"..."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Qianye raised the phone screen to her eyes again annoyedly, glanced at the number: "If you don't say anything, I'll hang up."

I really don't know which muscle I made a mistake in waiting with a good temper until now.

"...During the day, what you said, is it true?"

Just when Chiba was about to press the hang up button with chest tightness, there was a sudden burst of plain and simple inquiries from the opposite side.

Slowly moving, Chiba squeezed the phone tightly, always feeling that the voice was very familiar.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows dumbly, and narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Kai?..."

"..." There was an aggrieved sigh from the opposite side.

Chiba realized that it was her unconscious "Xiao Kai" that frustrated the other party again.

Quietly, his lips were covered with bitterness, and he closed his eyes: "Why, don't you not believe it? If that's the case, why are you asking me?"

"...He's with you, right?" Sakurai paused dryly, her voice concealing agitation, "Let him answer the phone."

"Sorry, he wasn't with me."

"...I know he is here. Let him answer the phone." The voice on the other side became more and more cold.

"Whether he is here or not, what do you care so much about now?" Qianye stared bitterly at the window in front of her, without moving. "Isn't he someone you never want to see? Isn't he someone you never want to forgive for the rest of your life?" ?”

"I want to hear it from him." Hearing this, ignoring Chiba's faint sarcasm, Sakurai's voice was trembling with depression, "If those things are true, I want to hear from him."

"Then I'll say it again." After calming down, Qianye said lightly, "Tetsuya is not here."

"Where is he?" impatiently.

"Airport."

"……what?"

"Airport." Repeated word by word, Chiba slipped one hand into his pocket.

"..." After a pause, Sakurai became a little agitated, "What is he going to the airport...for?"

"Go back to America."

"..."

Chiba caught a slight gasp from Sakurai's side.

"Going back to America tonight?..."

"Ah."

"when's the flight?"

Chiba heard a loud knocking sound of keys and fierce footsteps in the handset of the mobile phone.

"9:20 in the evening." After a pause, subconsciously raised his hand to glance at his watch, Chiba frowned, "Xiao Kai, don't waste your energy, you—"

Before the phrase "I can't catch up" had time to say it, the line was abruptly closed.

With a stagnation in her throat, Qianye raised her phone in a daze, looking at the disconnected call records on it.

Staring at the flickering screen, he was stunned for a moment, and a wry smile gradually appeared on the corner of his lips.

——Good boy, you finally let go of that bit of stubbornness in the past.

Looking up at the dim ceiling, Chiba breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly reached out to rub the ends of her hair.

——If tonight, that kid can arrive in time to reunite with Fujimoto...

Well, he's done a good job, too.

**

When stumbling from the apartment to the street, Sakurai almost collided with several pedestrians walking towards him.

Even though my heart was filled with unprecedented frustration.

Even if you still can't believe Chiba's words, but...

For some reason, there is always a trace of unexplained restlessness flickering in his thoughts.

During the day, the blood coagulation feeling at the moment of hearing Chiba's statement of those things is still very vivid.

I hated myself for wanting to confirm even though I knew those words were unbelievable.

——I want to, listen to that person say it himself.

——I wanted to look into that person's eyes and let him speak clearly in that calm voice.

--want to……

It would be great if human emotions could be analyzed step by step.

In this way, there is no need to experience confusion, irritability, or...

Can't let go.

Barely controlling the balance of his body, he ignored the pain caused by the raging strong wind tearing his cheeks, and reached out to hold the mobile phone and dialed Fujimoto's phone number over and over again.

Hearing the constant busy tone coming from his ears, Sakurai gritted his teeth irritably, roughly snapped the phone and threw it back into his pocket, hurriedly stopped a taxi by the side of the road, commanded "airport" sternly, and hurried in.

When rushing to the airport, seeing the chaotic stream of people coming from all directions in that huge space, Sakurai suddenly felt a desperate sense of being lost.Looking up at the flashing electronic itinerary above his head, he didn't know where to find it for a moment.

Subconsciously, he reached into his pocket to fumble for the phone, but he gave up in discouragement the moment he touched the cold shell.

——I tried all the way just now, but the other party's phone couldn't get through at all.

Looking up at his watch, he noticed that it was 9:03.

An undercurrent surged up inexplicably in my heart.

——Under normal circumstances, at this sensitive point in time, the planes should have already boarded almost one after another.

Eyes anxiously searching for the flight to the United States on the electronic itinerary screen, Sakurai ran quickly in the rush of people, searching for the tall and thin figure at security checkpoints one by one.

——With the height of the other party, he must be very eye-catching in the crowd. If the other party happens to have not passed the security check, then...

Looking left and right as he kept walking, Sakurai stared fiercely at the crowd of people with intense eyes, wishing he could immediately locate the figure that made him so impatient that he wanted to growl inexplicably.

After patrolling back and forth a few times, seeing time slipping away from his fingertips little by little, Sakurai suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of darkness.

Feeling the soreness in his legs, he adjusted his messy breath in frustration, staring at the crowd that was gathering more and more in a daze, and a wave of frustration surged in his heart uncontrollably.

Gritting his teeth, his eyes were red with eagerness, he stretched out his hand in distress to pull at the neckline which was not tight, and felt a sharp pain crawling up his chest.

——That man has always been like this...

Walking into his world by himself, disturbing a pool of still water, and then wanting to leave without making a sound, as if nothing happened.

Clenching his fists tightly, his fingers sank into his palms, and Sakurai's shoulders slowly trembled.

Looking up at the countless chaotic heads in front of him, he sniffed in frustration, trying desperately to shield the raging heat from the corners of his eyes.

"Fuck...selfish...who the hell?..."

Covering the forehead with one hand to cover half of the face, Sakurai's chest heaved violently.

Even frantically pulling at the skirt of his clothes in an attempt to calm down the turbulent emotions, it was in vain.

His eyes were gradually filled with hazy crystal.

Closing the corners of his eyes in disgust, he stopped the liquid that was about to burst out of the embankment, and bit his lips until the fishy smell raged.

Looking up in confusion, he scanned several security checkpoints again in despair.

However, with a flash of his gaze, a dark tall figure suddenly broke into his field of vision in front of him.

For a moment, his thoughts seemed to freeze, and Sakurai was stunned in place like a lightning strike.

Looking at the back of the man who was about to pass through the security gate without any luggage, Sakurai was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was staggering forward uncontrollably.

"Wait, wait..." He murmured weakly, staring at the figure in front of him, and staggered forward.

The people in front did not hear his call, and the figure quickly disappeared behind the door.

"Hey!" He roared with all his strength, he stumbling and quickened his pace and rushed towards one of the security gates, "Wait!"

Rushing to the door, Sakurai Fang wanted to jump in line on his own, but was stopped by two security guards in front.

"Sir, please show me your passport and boarding pass."

"Let go!" His eyes still did not move away from the tall and thin figure gradually receding in the crowd, Sakurai irritatedly pushed and pushed the two strong men who bound him tightly, feeling as if his chest was blocked by a boulder.

"Sorry sir, we can't let you pass without a boarding pass."

Security guards are serious.

Staring desperately at the flow of people ahead, Sakurai frowned, and roared loudly in the next second.

"Fujimoto-senpai! Don't go!"

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