The next day.
Sushi restaurant.
Quietly, it doesn't attract passersby with its glittering facade, but rather with an almost shy demeanor, quietly waiting at the turning point of time, like a gentle eddy in the river of time, attracting every traveler who longs to find solace.
The shop is small, with its name written in flowing calligraphy on a wooden signboard. Every night, a warm lantern will quietly light up to guide travelers home.
Stepping into the restaurant, a faint scent of pine wood mingles with the fresh aroma of seafood, instantly transporting you from the hustle and bustle of the world into a tranquil and elegant realm.
The interior decoration is simple yet elegant, with natural wood tables and chairs, hanging paper lanterns, and several light ink paintings depicting cherry blossoms and Mount Fuji on the walls. Every detail reveals the owner's ingenuity and respect for traditional culture.
Soft light shines through the gaps in the paper lanterns, casting dappled shadows on the floor and adding a touch of warmth and mystery to the space.
However, in this harmonious and peaceful atmosphere, a scene, like a discordant note, quietly broke the tranquility.
Next to the sushi bar, in a corner covered with a soft futon, a woman in a kimono lay quietly, her figure a stark contrast to the orderly surroundings.
The kimono, originally a vibrant pink like cherry blossoms, now appeared disheveled due to her posture, with the collar half-open and the sleeves hanging casually to the ground, as if a moment had suddenly frozen in an unfinished dance.
The folds of the kimono hold stories, each crease seemingly telling a secret, while its disheveled appearance adds an unintentional charm, like a wild rose blooming in the morning mist, carrying the freshness and fragility of dew.
The woman's hair, which should have been as smooth as silk, was now casually scattered over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully clinging to her cheeks, adding a touch of tenderness and helplessness to her slightly pale face.
Her eyes were clear yet unfocused, as if she had just weathered a storm of emotions, her gaze reflecting both nostalgia for the past and uncertainty about the future.
Those eyes were like the brightest stars in the deep night sky. Although surrounded by chaos, they still shone with an inextinguishable light, making people want to get closer and give her a touch of warmth and comfort.
The surrounding environment contrasted sharply with the woman's state of mind.
On the once neat and orderly sushi bar, several unfinished sushi pieces were scattered, rice grains were strewn all over the floor, and the sashimi had lost its original luster, making it look particularly desolate.
On the small table next to it, the tea set was overturned, and the tea spilled out, leaving dark circles of stains, as if telling the story of a sudden change.
A faint sadness permeated the air, contrasting sharply with the soft lighting and tranquil atmosphere inside the store, making the whole scene even more striking and evoking even more pity.
However, it is precisely this scene that unexpectedly evokes an indescribable beauty—a poignant beauty amidst chaos, a delicate yet resilient aesthetic.
A woman's beauty is no longer just about her exquisite and gorgeous appearance, but more about the temperament that exudes both fragility and strength from within.
Her disheveled appearance is not decadence, but a natural beauty that is unadorned, like wildflowers in the mountains. Though not precious, they bloom in the most authentic way, touching the softest part of every onlooker's heart.
A faint sadness permeated the air, yet it was also mixed with a strange warmth, as if everyone was silently protecting this subtle beauty in their own way.
As time passed, the woman gradually recovered. She began to try to sit up, and the light in her once bewildered eyes gradually returned.
Everything around her slowly returned to its original place as she moved. The sushi bar was rearranged, the scattered items were put away one by one, and the faint sadness in the air dissipated.
However, that scene, and the unique beauty that the woman displayed amidst the chaos, were branded into the hearts of every witness, becoming an indelible memory.
A morbid hatred, like an invisible net, tightly bound the woman in the kimono to her body and mind, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She slowly got up, every movement revealing unspeakable pain and struggle.
Just as she stood still, a sharp pain suddenly struck, causing her to stagger and nearly lose her balance.
This pain is not just physical, but also caused by an unhealable wound deep in the heart.
Her gaze instantly turned sharp and cold, and a distinct killing intent emanated from her, filling the once quiet little shop with a chilling atmosphere.
She suddenly looked towards the door, her eyes flashing with burning anger and deep-seated hatred, as if she could pierce through time and space and gaze directly at some distant point.
It was a desperate and insane hatred, as if it wanted to tear someone outside to pieces to relieve the rage and pain in its heart.
Last night's events haunted her like a nightmare, giving her no peace.
Only she knew that it was not just a nightmare, but the darkest and most painful time of her life.
That memory, like a sharp blade, constantly cut into her soul, subjecting her to inhuman torment every single second.
She gave everything, including her dignity and pride.
But all this sacrifice resulted in endless harm.
That man got everything he wanted, but he never thought about her feelings or her sacrifices.
At this moment, her heart was filled with anger and hatred towards that man.
She wanted to rush out and tear him apart, to make him taste the bitterness of betrayal.
But what she really wanted to do was destroy everything he owned, to make him understand the pain of loss.
However, reason told her that such an impulse would only lead her into a deeper predicament.
She needed to calm down and find a more effective way to deal with this morbid hatred.
The woman in the kimono began to take deep breaths, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.
Every breath felt like a fierce battle with one's own heart.
She kept telling herself that hatred wouldn't solve anything, it would only make her suffer more.
She needs to find a way to release this hatred instead of letting it continue to devour her soul.
Hate, of course, is intense.
That man got everything last night, including finding out who his superior was. Now he should go and get his revenge.
Did he ever think about why he revealed who his superior was?
In front of his superiors, he was just an ant, and he wanted the superiors to feel the power of authority!
Death awaited him!
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