“This.. After all, Ms. Hashimoto is an adult—"
Midori tilted her head. "Is that so?"
That's right—" Miyano Akemi said as gently as possible, "And—
Midori blinked his eyes: "If Sherry told you she was getting married—"
Miyano Akemi: ".."
Miyano Akemi: "I disagree!"
Midori smiled gently.
In comparison, Gin's reaction.. seemed much more direct.
He turned his head to look at Nana, who sat submissively on the sofa opposite him. The shy smile on her lips was enough to make Gin feel stifled, the slight blush on her cheek almost made her heart ache!
"Do you want to reconsider?" he asked, her voice perfectly calm.
Zhenjun—" Nana looked up, exposing her with total seriousness. "You've already said that three times.
Gin: ……
He paused, Gin spoke again, "So—will you reconsider?"
“Who am I considering?” After several unsuccessful attempts at persuasion, Nana finally gave up, threw caution to the wind, and—she used the idiom incorrectly—shouted, "Let's be reasonable, Zhenjun, what's wrong with Yaji?"
She puffed out her cheeks, her eyes staring intensely at Gin, her resentful gaze piercing her soul, as if silently posing a question:
Zhenjun, doesn't your conscience ache?
Gin's conscience doesn't ache.
Seeing that this method was ineffective, Nana immediately reached out a hand, using one finger at a time to carefully count them out to Gin:
"See, Yaji is smart—" Nana held up one finger.
"Top-tier professional level—" Nana raised her second finger.
"Good-looking—" Nana held up her third finger.
“Good personality—" Nana held up her fourth finger.
"Treats me very well—" This was the fifth finger.
Having finished counting one hand, Nana extended her other hand, preparing to continue counting.
Meanwhile, sitting opposite, Gin stared intensely at Nana's Finger, for a moment wanting nothing more than to chop off her claws.
Having finished admiring her hands, Nana, completely unaware of the danger of having her claws chopped off, declared with full confidence, "Azhen, if you can find someone by my side who possesses all those qualities, then I might consider it!"
Gin remained silent for a few seconds, his brain erupting into a violent storm of thought, before finally pulling a name from the depths of his mind.
“Echizen Ryoma?”
Nana: ……
Nana said seriously, "I'm not close to her."
Gin pressed further: "Borse?"
Nana said seriously, "I am not close to her."
Gin tried again and again: "Kinda Ichichi?"
Nana gritted her teeth and retorted, "He already has a girlfriend!"
Gin pondered for a long time before uttering a name: "Akai Shuichi?"
Nana: "……"
Nana tilted her head, her expression unexpectedly calm: "Zhenjun, are you serious?"
It clearly was not.
Gin raised her arm to cover her eyes, let out a soft sigh, leaned back against the sofa, feeling a rare sense of unwillingness.
Heaven knows, when he first agreed to Nana dating—he even encouraged Nana to date for a time—he never actually thought she would end up with Niwang Yaji.
At that time, Nana's entire heart and soul was focused on one single goal: "revenge." Her exterior remained young, innocent, pure, but her heart was as gloomy as the persistent fog of London.
That is why Gin encouraged Nana to fall in love.
By shifting one's attention elsewhere, to other people and other matters, one can avoid becoming so deeply mired in something without even realizing it.
And, for Gin, who has always been indifferent to romance, love is really not important at all.
She hoped that Nana would experience more things, so that after having more experiences, she would not suffer in this regard in the future.
In Gin's view, having a few romances while young was no big deal at all.
It was just playing around, not being serious.
But!
Who would have thought that this "play" would last for so many years!
Who would have thought they would actually end up together!
Who would have thought that the two of them are even planning to get married now!
These are two completely different concepts, okay?
It feels like my home's cabbage is about to be stolen!
But—
Little White looked at him expectantly, appearing completely willing.
..
Gin sighed. "Is he good to you?"
Very good." Nana replied seriously, her gaze clear: "He is very good to me.
When she said those words, her Eyes were smiling.
Forget it—
She would have to walk her own path.
Gin finally relented: "In that case, you two should get engaged first."
“!!”
“Don't come over here—you're all grown up!”
“..”
Tell your sister—if she doesn't agree, neither of you should even think about getting engaged.
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Author's Note: There will be another chapter this afternoon.
Chapter 213: Chapter 194 I still can't see what it is..
For Nana, who had already met Niwang's parents and gained their approval beforehand, the only obstacle remaining was her own sister.
Regarding this, Nana was full of confidence, smiling brightly at her Boyfriend:
My big sister pampers me a lot, don't worry, Yaji.
She never expected that, at such a young age, she would soon suffer a brutal blow from reality.
Shiratori Midori smiled brightly, Shiratori Midori spoke animatedly, Shiratori Midori's eyes curved with joy.
Shiratori Midori simply refused to give a definite answer.
Nana: ……
What happened?! You've changed, Sister—you used to spoil me so much!
Nana was certainly not going to be so unreasonable; after complaining inwardly to Ichimi, the Detective girl decisively slumped into her Sister's arms, looking at her own Sister with a face full of grievance, appearing truly sorrowful.
Midori remained as steady as a mountain, her delicate face filled with a tenderness like a warm breeze, her eyes shimmering with a smile as gentle as moonlight and spring flowers. However, the tenderness on her face was like the deep, still waters of a lake; no matter how much charm or beauty was presented, she remained as unshakeable as a mountain.
As the saying goes: no matter how strong he may be, the clear breeze still brushes against the mountain ridge.
Nana felt somewhat dejected.
Watching Shiratori Midori's sister lower her head in helplessness, Shiratori Midori still had a smile lingering on his face, but in reality, he felt a great sense of relief in his heart.
—In truth, she was also reaching her breaking point.
After all, she was his blood-related sister, whom he had pampered since childhood, now she was his only living relative in this world—although Shiratori Midori acted tough, he ultimately could not bear to make things difficult for his sister.
It was just that—
The Brown-haired girl lowered her eyes slightly, raising her hand to stroke Nana's black hair.
Soft strands of hair brushed against her Finger, bringing a slight, cool sensation, much like her current state of mind.
"Actually—" Shiratori Midori trailed off, meeting the gaze of Nana's small face as she looked up at him.
On a warm afternoon, the sisters sat on lounge chairs by the window of the Villa. The living room was filled with pleasant warmth, making the occupants feel drowsy; outside the window, the dazzling yet non-glaring sunlight illuminated the living room, making it bright and airy.
Inside the thoroughly cleaned Villa, there was a scent of air freshener, a tropical floral fragrance that made one feel as if they were amidst a summer flower field.
Shiratori Midori lay on a fabric lounge chair, one hand resting on the armrest, as he turned his head to look at the sister beside him. Nana sat sideways, leaning against her, her head resting on her sister's chest, her medium-length black hair tousled into a messy tangle.
She lay on her side, pressing one of her good ears against her Sister's chest, feeling the rise and fall of Shiratori Midori's breasts, listening intently to her Sister's steady, powerful heartbeat.
This is proof of being alive, a vibrant life.
Midori seemed to sense his sister's unease—there were always times when Nana fell into a state of anxiety.
This was not unreasonable; in fact, there were times when Shiratori Midori would look at himself in the Mirror and fall into a bout of near-unbelievable bewilderment.
Is this really me? Am I really alive?
Fear exists because one is alive—and only by being alive can one feel Fear.
Shiratori Midori turned his head indifferently, placing his hand on Nana's back, stroking his sister's back bit by bit to soothe her emotions.