After dinner, Yuzuru and Ai sat in the living room watching TV.

Mingmei brought over a plate of delicious dessert and placed it on the table. The two of them enjoyed the dessert while chatting.

As Yuzuru was using his telekinesis to feed another piece of pastry to her mouth, he suddenly stopped, took the pastry in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"Hey, Akemi, why are all the desserts pink today?"

After hearing what Hanyu Nanami said, Ai used the Chicken Talisman to make the whole plate of sweets fly into the air to check it out.

After discovering that all the pastries were indeed pink, he nodded with some doubt.

My sister usually makes colorful desserts, so why is it only one color today?

Are you out of color mixing materials at home?

Just as they were wondering what was going on, Mingmei walked over with a smile and said, "It's autumn today!"

"What's wrong with the arrival of autumn?"

"Because autumn is the season for love!"

Seeing that neither Yuzuru nor Ai had figured out the reason, Akemi instantly put her hands on her hips with pride. It turned out that she was the smartest person in this family!

"So on the first day of autumn, of course we have to eat pink desserts that are full of romance!"

"Heh..." Ai curled the corners of her mouth, looking at her sister who was clasped together with her hands and looked happy, and felt a little helpless.

She thought something terrible had happened!

In the season when they can still fall in love, who else can they date besides Nanami Hanyu?

Thinking of this, Ai glanced at Yuzuru, who was holding his phone and sending messages.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that Yuzuru was surrounded by beautiful women, and there must be countless potential romantic partners for him!

Meanwhile, Yuzuru was sending a message to his fake girlfriend while muttering a sentence with a smile on his lips.

"The season of love..."

These familiar words reminded him of something.

Judging by the time, it should be about time.

...

Mouri Detective Agency.

"I'm back!" Conan said weakly as he pushed open the door.

He had just stepped inside and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he suddenly heard a loud shout from inside. Startled, he recoiled and closed his eyes.

Inside the house, Kogoro Mouri was gripping the phone angrily, roaring, "You bastard, I don't need your meddling!" His expression was contorted, seemingly filled with dissatisfaction and anger towards the person on the other end of the line.

Eri Kisaki on the other end of the phone was equally defiant, her voice tinged with displeasure: "What kind of attitude is this? They were just trying to help you get clients and make more business!" Eri Kisaki didn't think she had done anything wrong.

Kogoro Mouri, however, was unimpressed and scoffed, "Hmph! I don't need a woman like you meddling in my affairs!"

Hearing this, Eri Kisaki felt a surge of anger, but she tried her best to remain calm and replied, "Fine, whatever you want!" While holding the phone, she elegantly admired her newly done manicure, a slight sneer playing on her lips.

Then she continued, "But when you lose your job and your livelihood, don't blame me for taking Xiaolan away!"

She didn't want to see her daughter suffer.

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri flew into a rage and roared furiously, "Damn it! I don't need you to worry about me. I'll take care of Ran myself!"

After saying that, he slammed the phone down.

"Hehehe... I didn't expect this couple over here to be arguing too." Conan overheard the whole thing at the door, and after figuring out what was going on, he walked in somewhat speechlessly.

After sitting down on the sofa, he thought to himself, completely oblivious to his own shortcomings, "This bumbling detective is really quite the chauvinist!"

...

A tense atmosphere permeated Hattori's residence in Osaka.

At the dinner table, Shizuka Ikebab and Heizo Hattori stared at the empty seat, their eyes filled with anger.

"Bang!" Hattori Heizo finally couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his chopsticks on the table and said, barely containing his anger, "Look at this! This is the child you usually take care of at home!"

"Your injury has only just healed a little, and you're still not home this late!" His gaze was fixed on Chibo Jinghua, as if waiting for her response.

"Bang!" Seeing Hattori Heizo's attitude, Ikenami Shizuka also slammed her hand on the table in dissatisfaction, causing the bowls and chopsticks on the table to shake slightly.

"What do you mean 'the kid I raised'? I taught him kendo to improve his health and cultivate a strong will. If you hadn't taken Heiji to crime scenes every day, would he have become so obsessed with detective work, chosen to become a detective, and ended up like this?"

"I did that to cultivate his independence! To enable him to have his own thinking and judgment when facing various complex situations," Hattori Heizo stubbornly denied.

"Isn't this the independence you wanted? Now he's so independent that he doesn't come home this late, are you satisfied?" Chi Bo Jinghua said coldly without expression, then stood up without hesitation and walked back to her room without looking back.

Only Hattori Heizo remained there, his face alternating between pale and purple.

The sumptuous dinner that Ikenami Shizuka had painstakingly prepared ended in discord because of this heated argument.

What should have been a warm and cozy mealtime is now shrouded in a cold atmosphere.

When they went to bed that night, the two of them did not share a bed for the first time in a long time. One of them slept in the bedroom, while the other went to the study.

The tightly closed door seemed to symbolize the insurmountable barrier between them for the time being.

...

Yuanshan's home.

Hattori Heiji stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the closed door, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Kazuha's cold voice came from inside the door: "It's late, Hattori-kun, please go back. Don't worry Aunt Shizuka!" Her tone was resolute, as if she wanted to widen the distance between them.

“Kazuha…” Hattori Heiji tried to speak, but Kazuha interrupted him mercilessly: “Just call me Toyama-san!” Her words were like a cold night wind, piercing Hattori Heiji’s heart.

Heiji Hattori opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but Kazuha didn't give him the chance.

Without hesitation, she closed the door, leaving Hattori Heiji looking utterly astonished.

And the faint sounds of conversation coming from inside the house.

"What's wrong, Kazuha? Is that brat from the Hattori family bothering you again?" Ginjiro Toyama asked with concern.

"He doesn't have a father anymore, and he's just a classmate, not someone I'm very close to," Kazuha replied casually.

"That's good, let's eat." Toyama Ginjiro said with relief.

"Mmm, Mom's cooking smells so good tonight!" He Ye replied cheerfully.

"Hehe, so what I made before didn't taste good anymore?" Tomoko Toyama asked with a smile.

"It smells good, it smells good..." Kazuha replied coquettishly.

These words, when they reached Hattori Heiji's ears, were like a sharp blade, deeply piercing his heart.

He stood there blankly, his eyes revealing despair and helplessness.

Some things, once missed, can never be regained.