Otome Yumeko had other matters to attend to, and after her chat with Chiba Shimizu, she left the villa once again.
"By the way, remember to tell Haruka that I'll come back for dinner tonight; I encountered something joyful, and naturally, we should celebrate."
The young lady said this before she left.
Chiba Shimizu nodded, her delicate and pretty face showing no expression.
As the sun set and the evening sky was tinged with red, golden dust danced in the flower garden, and the girl stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly at the scenery outside.
She was deep in thought,
pondering over her plan.
To show weakness, to step back, only hoping that Otome Yumeko would not harm Sister Reiko and the others by then.
The matter surrounding Haruka Yuzan would be exposed sooner or later.
It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, but that day would eventually come.
She didn't know what Haruka Yuzan's plan was, and the girl disliked acting according to someone else's plan, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.
Moreover, in her view,
whatever clever ideas Haruka Yuzan might have, they certainly wouldn't end in a deadly confrontation with Otome Yumeko right now.
Some things are better done oneself.
"Life is never perfect; regrets form the main theme of our existence. Many things aren't flawless, like you and her, me and Haruka..."
Chiba Shimizu's gaze was calm and cold, her fingers rested against the glass window, and it seemed like rain was about to fall.
The moist air permeated the atmosphere.
One drop, two drops, three, quickly merging into a torrent.
Through Chiba Shimizu's gaze, the villa's outer door was opened, and a little girl soaked in the rain hurriedly scampered towards the house on her tiny legs.
Following behind the two little girls,
was a drenched beautiful woman chasing after them.
"Slow down, slow down, Rika, Misaki."
Mariko Akiyama wore a loose floral long dress, the rain soaking the hem, her graceful figure faintly visible in the rain.
Reiko Onodera was similarly drenched.
Trailing at last was Haruka Yuzan, carrying two large bags.
the group crossed the cobblestone path and encountered the girl already standing at the doorway to welcome them.
Rika Onodera tilted up her exquisitely sculpted little face and sweetly called out.
Misaki Saki instinctively wanted to open her mouth, following Little Bean's lead to call Chiba Shimizu "Sister," but then she thought again—no, she had been pretending to be a child these past few days, almost losing herself in the role. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net
I'm clearly older than her!
"Cough cough, hello Miss Chiba."
The wicked little demon, no matter the occasion, never wanted to be at a disadvantage; a sly, evil smile blossomed on her cute, wet, rosy face.
Chiba Shimizu remained expressionless.
She had grown accustomed to the evil of the little ghost girl, as long as she didn't climb onto the young girl's bed and reach out with her demonic claws towards the mountain peaks at midnight, she could accept it.
The young girl opened the door, and two little girls bounced in.
"Slow down, slow down, go take a bath first."
Mariko Akiyama and Reiko Onodera followed behind, greeting the two little girls and Chiba Shimizu before hurriedly entering.
The young girl stood in front of the curtain of rain.
Haruka Yuzan shrugged his shoulders, "Shimizu."
He wanted to come closer, to touch her cheek.
But she turned aside, took the eco-bag from the boy's hand, lightly hummed in acknowledgment, and walked into the villa.
Her silhouette was especially cold.
Her slender figure appeared even more fragile in this rainy night.
Haruka Yuzan felt strangely inside, stepped forward, and curiously asked, "Shimizu, what did you and Yumeko talk about this afternoon?"
Chiba Shimizu looked at him, placed the items from the eco-bag onto the coffee table, and said, "Nothing much, just, wanting to ease the relationship a bit."
Hearing this, Haruka Yuzan felt it odd but still heaved a sigh of relief, echoing on the side:
"You and Yumeko are each other's only good friends, it really shouldn't be so stiff."
Chiba Shimizu lifted her eyelids, her eyes full of scrutiny surveying him for a long time, before she slowly spoke, "If, you had to choose between Otome Yumeko and us, whom would you choose?"
Was like the autumn wind of September, ethereal, cold, and full of poetry.
Haruka Yuzan was startled.
By the time he came to his senses, Chiba Shimizu had already walked into the kitchen.
After they finished dinner, they rarely sat down to chat leisurely.
While Chiba Shimizu went to tidy up in the kitchen.
Misaki Saki shifted her little bottom, sitting next to Haruka Yuzan, "Hey, hey, hey, Haruka, it's Shimizu's birthday coming up, should we give her a surprise?!"
Haruka Yuzan was startled.
He knew because he had inadvertently glanced over the student information sheet before.
Xuan Long climbed atop a large rock, stunned by the scenery before him. In the tumbling misty sea of white clouds stood mud-yellow mountains with strange rocks and rugged pine trees topping them, truly a sight of celestial fantasy, like a dream, like being intoxicated, truly divine mountains indeed.
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64. Upon reaching the mountaintop after entering the Heavenly Mountain, Lin Xinyu saw the sect's treasured Chaos Spring Eye.
65. Afterward, the master retired to the Devil Immortal Mountain, planning to lead a secluded life accompanied by plum trees and cranes.
66. Nine peaks soaring into the sky, a few hundred feet high, dotted with exquisite pavilions like Heavenly Mountain, but unfortunately too far and vague to be seen clearly.
67. When Su Liang awoke again, an old Taoist stroked his beard, the robe on his body fluttering without wind, exhibiting an aura of an immortal, majestically inquiring, "Child, would you follow this humble Taoist to that Heavenly Mountain to seek the Dao and inquire about immortality?"
68. Tongtian Temple, the state-protected Guoku Temple, also known as Sanbao Jingang Temple, stands as a central pillar of Buddhism practice, unparalleled by any temple in the world, housing many high monks, even three major Heavenly Mountains combined still remain at a disadvantage.
69. At the deepest part of the Gods and Demons Battlefield, lies a mysterious land filled with falling blossoms, fragrant grasses, towering Heavenly Mountains, and vast azure sky, resembling a beautiful fairyland, with celestial aura flowing and colors streaming.
70. Deep within the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range, there is a place called Guiyun Ridge, where the terrain features towering peaks, peculiar rock formations, continuous undulations, and prominent extraordinary peaks.
71. Beholding the painted railings and luxurious buildings, exotic flowers and rare herbs, akin to the Heavenly Mountain's exquisite pavilions, a unique realm on its own, Jun Ruochen's grand ambition was: to encircle the celestial sphere.