After Qiaoqiao revealed the relationship between Lao Feng and Qiaojie to Chuanliu, it was as if a layer of fog had been lifted, and many previously perplexing mysteries instantly found reasonable answers.
So, Kawaryo returned to Zenigawa's mansion, searching for evidence he had previously overlooked.
At this moment, Qian Chuan's mansion had lost its former vitality and appeared exceptionally desolate. Only a few security guards silently moved about, maintaining a trace of life in this empty house. The once magnificent halls were now empty and cold, and the planted vegetation had begun to grow wildly, as if recording the time when the owner had left home.
Qian Chuan has devoted all his energy to the Boundless Zone, leaving his home in the City of Cubes as an empty shell.
With no one stopping her, she quickly arrived at Old Feng's room on the fifth floor.
The remaining paper documents have been neatly organized in the bookshelf, making it easier for the girl to find and view them.
Aside from the contract documents that Chuanliu had already reviewed countless times, this time she focused her attention on Lao Feng's miscellaneous notes and books.
"Three Sentences to Teach You How to Play Poker," "Numbers and Life," "Postpartum Care of Island Sows," "The Paradise Island's Guide to Love and Lust," "The Untold Story of Me and My Neighbor Wang"...
These were the things she saw when she first met Lao Feng at his all-purpose shop.
She had never thought that there would be anything important in these books. It wasn't that she hadn't flipped through them, but she just hadn't noticed anything unusual.
However, upon closer examination from a different perspective, she was shocked to discover that she had actually missed such important information!
Opening the notebook, one is greeted by diary-style writing that reads like a novel – “The Untold Story of Me and My Neighbor Wang Po”.
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That was the first time I met her.
As the dawn broke, woven from the long years, I met her at a gentle turn of fate.
Her figure was like a leaping golden wave, her long, wavy hair shimmering softly in the sunlight. Her eyelashes were curled like butterflies fluttering their wings; her eyes were large and sparkling like stars. She wore light makeup, her lips painted red, and her nails were also painted red. She was a renowned beauty in their area, a true heartthrob. In this corner forgotten by time, she shone brightly in her own unique way, finding the seeds of beauty even in harsh conditions, allowing herself to bloom into a dazzling flower.
I have to admit, I was attracted to her the moment I saw her.
I told her my name here, and she told me hers, as if two distant stars had found each other's light.
She said she was happy to see me, and excitedly held my hand, telling me that she supported my theory.
I know my face must have been very red at that moment.
At that moment, in my long and lonely journey, I finally welcomed the first ray of warm sunshine from the outside world. It was the first time I had received affirmation from the outside world; before that, my theories had only been met with ridicule and disdain.
We talked and talked, becoming more and more excited, like a stream flowing into a river, surging and turbulent, until the night was deep and the stars filled the sky, without us noticing the quiet passage of time. When the first ray of dawn pierced through the window and illuminated the small space, we smiled at each other, surprised by how short and long the night had been.
She said goodbye softly, saying she was going home, but luckily we didn't live far apart.
On Monday, she brought me a cream cake she had made herself.
On Tuesday, she brought a bouquet of baby's breath.
On Wednesday, she gave me a jar of origami cranes she had folded.
...
Actually, I was very busy during that period. I knew the mission I bore, and I needed to become stronger to realize my dreams. Therefore, when she quietly entered my world, a trace of worry flashed through my heart—I was afraid that her appearance would become an unexpected obstacle on my journey.
However, she has quietly become a guiding light on my path. Her support and encouragement, like spring rain, nourished my heart and gave me the courage to persevere even when I was exhausted.
“Let me join you,” she said.
I don't want to.
I don't want to drag her into the unknown dangers of the future.
She was like a pure white flower blooming quietly, pure and flawless, untouched by dust. And I, I am walking on a path strewn with thorns, each step a potential plunge into the abyss.
How could I bear to let her get dirty because of me?
As my wings grew stronger and voices from all directions began to converge into a force supporting me, I finally made my decision and granted her request.
We joined hands and formed a highly motivated team, determined to continue down this path.
She has always been by my side, supporting me and keeping me company.
She argued strongly for me and my clansmen.
She and I traveled around a lot.
She stayed with me as I worked late into the night organizing the complicated documents.
...
Me and the girl next door.
We're together now.
I don't want her to face more pressure from the outside world because of what we're doing. She also doesn't want me to bear too much unnecessary attention.
So, we chose to become a secret couple.
This choice did not affect our work in the slightest; we each handled the battlefield with ease while secretly maintaining this unknown secret.
We hid it very well; no one discovered our relationship.
We work during the day and meet secretly at night. We have a very good relationship and are inseparable, as if the whole world only consists of each other.
She nestled in my arms and asked me why I had this name.
I told her that I wanted to be like this name, able to complete the tasks of ghosts and gods according to my wishes, but never needing to be the "King of Hell" in charge.
She didn't say anything more, she just kissed my cheek.
...
We succeeded. We achieved absolute success.
Our dream of the five of us has come true—peace!
But I know there is still a long way to go and deep bonds to maintain.
As my responsibilities increased, my schedule became increasingly packed, almost taking up all the time I could spend with her.
Although I don't have time to spend with her, she understands me and supports me.
As dusk fell, I dragged my weary body into the house, and was greeted by a table of delicious food she had carefully prepared, along with her warm smile.
At that moment, all my weariness seemed to vanish, and all I wanted to do was hold her tightly and never let go.
I was very nervous during the meal.
I touched the square box in my pocket, too nervous to speak. I could talk freely outside, but in front of her, I became cautious, carefully considering even three words.
Just as I was about to take the square box out, she suddenly raised her wine glass and whispered those words that made my heart skip a beat:
"I'm tired, let's call it quits."
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