"What is your relationship with the Mountain God?" Yukino Ritsuko suddenly asked.
"We’re as close as wearing the same pair of pants." Fujiwara Reya answered earnestly.
If it weren’t for hosting the wedding, he wouldn’t be afraid to tell the truth.
Moreover, he hadn’t lied.
"You’ve been deceiving me for a long time..." Yukino Ritsuko’s eyelashes trembled lightly with chill as she pulled the corners of her mouth, asking softly, "The crow protecting me is your subordinate. Besides being a priest at Asakusa Shrine, what other identities do you have?"
"I’m a descendant of Shodokan, the current imitation Great Tengu of Sagami."
Yukino Ritsuko was stunned for a long time, her expression blank.
The cold wind tousled her hair, and her thoughts, like her skin, were frozen with a thin layer of ice crystals.
"A priest, Great Tengu, human, monster... they’re all my true identities," Fujiwara Reya said with a smile as he reached out to wipe the frost off her cheek. "Just like you, Yukino, I’m also a monster trying hard to blend into the human world."
Yukino Ritsuko slowly responded.
"Monster... Great Tengu..." she murmured a few times, then laughed with a complex expression, her pretty eyebrows relaxing, and her clear visage becoming even more captivating. She slightly shifted her gaze, staring into Fujiwara Reya’s eyes: "When I first met you, I was troubled for a long time because of your priest identity..."
"Everyone has secrets, right?" Fujiwara Reya’s nose lightly touched her hair, and the intoxicating fragrance wafted from her snow-white hair. "Do you remember the song I sang in Meiji Park?"
Yukino Ritsuko recalled for a moment, then her crimson lips parted slightly.
"The lights of Tokyo illuminate,"
"Sorrow and wandering."
"Filled with your traces."
In the still bustling environment, with slightly dim lights, she sat in a white dress in the center of the terrace, her silvery long hair cascading down, spreading out on the floor with the white skirt, her gentle and comforting voice blending with various background noises.
White garments, white hair, and a white, icy complexion.
An ethereal fairy singing celestial sounds.
In the clear, lilting song, the Snow Woman’s sadness and detachment vanished, replaced by natural and gentle femininity. Her otherworldly beautiful voice warmly enveloped everything, nourishing like silent rain.
As the song’s final note sang out, Yukino Ritsuko smiled slightly, her gaze serene and elegant.
"Truly beautiful and enchanting." Fujiwara Reya embraced her extraordinarily beautiful body.
"The voice?" Yukino Ritsuko leaned into his arms, gazing at her outstretched legs. The moonlight pouring from the sky made her small feet shine like snow. Fujiwara Reya pressed his lips against her forehead: "Lingering echoes, unwilling to disperse. After hearing this voice, it’s like a little bug crawled into your ear and seeped into your brain, bringing an exceptionally beautiful and pleasant feeling."
"You described it so delicately, it should be the voice of the Fox Girl; the Snow Woman wouldn’t be ..."
"It’s not delicate, just sweet... In the faint sorrow, there’s an overflow of love’s sweetness, a bright and gentle emotion. Snow Woman miss, may I ask if you are in love?"
"I’m not..." Yukino Ritsuko’s cold eyes couldn’t help but show ripples.
Fujiwara Reya gazed into her eyes: "You are in love, with me."
Yukino Ritsuko blinked blankly.
"Why do you say I’m in love?" She murmured, her expression genuinely puzzled.
Rather than being naive, she was truly a pure, spotless spirit... Such a woman, even her curled toes were clean. Fujiwara Reya felt a warmth in his chest, one hand tightly embracing her cold back, the other wrapping around her waist, holding her tender and supple waist.
The silk white dress deeply imprinted into her flesh.
Yukino Ritsuko’s body shivered slightly, instinctively curling her toes.
Her two hands hung aimlessly at her sides, unsure whether to push him away or embrace him.
"Hold me." Fujiwara Reya whispered in her ear, the hand on her slender waist sliding down to lift her rounded hips. His fingers instinctively exerted force, sinking into her flesh through the silky fabric.
Yukino Ritsuko let out a soft moan, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
With her mind completely blank, she instinctively wrapped one arm around Fujiwara Reya’s waist and pleaded with a sultry voice: "Dame, uu~"
Like a broken string, her whimper urgently conveyed her captivating allure.
Maintaining this position, Fujiwara Reya asked her: "When you think about me in solitude, do you sometimes feel sadness welling up? Have you experienced that?"
Yukino Ritsuko’s teeth chattered lightly, and the snow-white strands of hair adhered to her cheek, leaving them unattended.
"Sometimes I do," she said, "especially on nights when the moon appears pale, when I think about things related to Mr. Fujiwara, I always feel afraid... afraid of our antagonistic relationship, afraid that one day you will eliminate me... I’m not afraid of death, it’s just... you’re a good person, if you really had to eliminate me, you’d feel miserable too... especially during the days you went to Minami-Izu, I often indulged in such worries."
"Because everyone is seeking the part they lack through love, so when pondering over a love interest, it’s natural to feel gains and losses, like stepping into a nostalgic, ancient, and stirring room of emotions."
"A distant old nostalgic room?"
"Exactly." Saying this, Fujiwara Reya held her hand, lifting her white skirt, "Of course, it’s a metaphor. Also, this feeling wasn’t invented by you, nor is it unique to you, so please don’t apply for a patent."