I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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The conflicting emotions of "wanting to give her the coat" and "keeping things this way" kept tugging at each other's hearts, with the former only making their relationship more entangled and difficult to separate.

However, the latter made Kitahara Hakuba feel very bad. He didn't know if he would regret choosing one of them, but he knew that his choice was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision. He was even aware that no matter which one he chose, it would be wrong. He made a mistake knowing full well.

Although I don't regret it, making such a mistake once is enough.

"Huili".

After agonizing over his inner conflict, Kitahara Hakuba took off his coat and deftly draped it over Kanzaki Eri's delicate body.

“Hmm

"

A look of surprise crossed Kanzaki Eri's face. Ever since she went out and walked a short distance, she had realized that it was impossible.

Because Kitahara Hakuba was an extremely perceptive figure in her heart, someone who could reassure her in an instant, how could she not notice the wind picking up?

There was only one possibility, and he was torn between these thoughts.

But Eri Kanzaki didn't want to say it aloud. Although in the fairy tales she had read since childhood, it was inevitable that gentle boys would protect girls,

But that doesn't mean I can't handle it as a girl.

Just like when she ran the 800 meters in PE class, she would grit her teeth and persevere no matter what.

It was just a windy night, what did that matter to Huili?

The coat still retained Kitahara Hakuma's body heat, which unknowingly dispelled the surrounding chill. She raised her eyebrows and met his gentle and concerned eyes.

"It's best not to catch a cold." Kitahara Hakuba's voice was clear and warm.

Eri Kanzaki gripped the edge of her coat with her fingers, increasingly convinced that her choice was right, and that pain and entanglement were to be expected.

We sat on the electric scooter and didn't speak a word the whole way.

Outside the car window, the neon lights kept flashing past.

Against the backdrop of the monotonous yet reassuring sound of the friction between the mains electricity and the rails, the girl's delicate and steady breathing reached Kitahara Hakuba's ears.

Arrived at Motomachi Station.

This area is all villas, and it's not even in the same league as where Kitahara Hakuba rented a place. The air is the same, but it feels a bit more humid.

The twinkling golden lights reminded him of the glow reflected from the brass instruments during the competition.

“I live right next to Tsukiyo’s house,” Kanzaki Eri said.

“Oh.” Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow slightly. “So you live so close to each other.”

"Yes, so we've known each other since we were very young."

Eri Kanzaki said dismissively, as the headlights of a car coming from the side of the street illuminated the girl's serene and beautiful silhouette.

"Have you been having a good chat with Nagase lately?" Kitahara Hakuba asked casually, just not wanting the atmosphere to be too oppressive.

Eri Kanzaki shook her head:

"It's not like it used to be, but it's better than before."

"so."

If you walk a little further ahead, you'll see the Nagase family's white villa.

Next door is a modern villa with many floor-to-ceiling windows and large mirrors reflecting the streetlights across the street; it's clear that a lot of money was spent on the renovation.

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to put away his coat and leave, a clear and melodious voice entered their ears.

"Teacher Kitahara?"

Turning around, I saw a girl in sportswear appearing behind me, panting heavily, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat.

When she realized that the girl wearing Kitahara Hakuba's coat was Kanzaki Eri, she almost held her breath.

"Huili?"

Nagase Tsukiyo's small mouth kept opening and closing as if she were taking in a lot of oxygen.

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Nagase Tsukiyo's heart raced uncontrollably, her throat felt constricted, she wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

"Did you go for a night run on Mount Hakodate?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, looking into her eyes.

Her cheeks were outlined with soft curves under the streetlights, and perhaps because she had just exercised, fine beads of sweat glistened on the girl's forehead.

Her blushing face exuded youthful vigor and vitality.

Nagase Tsukiyo's soft breasts, hidden beneath her sportswear, rose and fell gently with her breath, and a faint smile played on her lips:

"Yes, although the weather is cold, I'm afraid that if I relax for a few days, I won't be able to get back to my old self."

She smiled wryly, her gaze falling on the coat worn by Kanzaki Eri. She wouldn't be mistaken; it was Kitahara-sensei's coat that she was wearing today.

The clothes looked very elegant on him, or to put it shyly, very handsome, but on Hui Li, they gave off a rather fragile and vulnerable vibe.

Logically speaking, if outsiders discovered Kitahara-sensei's behavior, he would easily face criticism and condemnation.

However, if we only consider Nagase Tsukiyo's feelings, she would feel that Eri had received Kitahara-sensei's deep affection, and a feeling of admiration and jealousy would well up deep in her heart.

She didn't know what others thought, but she did think, "I also want to receive Kitahara-sensei's coat when it's cold."

But the words were too shameful for her to say.

The corner mirror, set up on the street corner, was looking down at the three of them with great interest. The world and lights in the mirror were stretched and elongated, and a trace of loneliness that inadvertently flashed across the distorted girl's face was reflected in Kitahara Hakuba's eyes. He said, pretending not to care:

"Since you've run into each other, why don't you two go back together?"

Kitahara-sensei's voice was very gentle, leaving only the faint sound of waves and the whistling wind echoing in Nagase Tsukiyo's ears.

"Thank you for your hard work, Kitahara-sensei."

Nagase Tsukiyo even mocked herself inwardly, realizing that in the end, she still had to express her gratitude.

"It's alright. With you by Kanzaki's side, I feel more at ease." Kitahara Hakuba shook his head with a slight smile.

Eri Kanzaki didn't say anything, but simply took off her coat and handed it to him:

"Be careful on the road."

"Hmm." Kitahara Hakuba casually took the coat and put it on, still warm from Eri's touch.

This scene suddenly evoked indescribable emotions in Nagase Tsukiyo, who was standing still.

Is it showing off to me?

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyelids, her pearly teeth gently biting her lip, and she was immediately filled with envy at the interaction between the two. She wished she could be treated like that too.

"Nagase-kun, the weather is different now than usual. Be careful of your body temperature after exercising, and don't catch a cold," Kitahara Hakuba said.

Nagase Tsukiyo thought that Kitahara-sensei had read her mind, so she panicked and quickly raised her hand to touch her hair, saying:

"Ah, yes, I will be careful. Kitahara-sensei, please don't catch a cold."

"Hmm." Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the two of them, said goodbye again, and then turned to leave.

The two girls stood there, watching his departing figure.

Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze shifted from him to Eri's face. A gentle breeze blew, causing her hair to sway softly, and the girl's eyes followed his retreating figure closely.

From her eyes, I could finally understand what "reluctance to part" truly meant.

Nagase Tsukiyo's slender white fingers clutched the hem of her clothes; she didn't know how to begin.

She was somewhat worried that if she were to press the matter further, it might damage the harmonious relationship they had worked so hard to rebuild.

Beneath that swaying, lonely moon, a bright and dazzling star shines—the morning star.

"Eri, why are you with Kitahara-sensei?" After thinking for a long time, Nagase Tsukiyo felt it was time to ask.

Because Eri Kanzaki stayed in place without moving, it was obvious that she was waiting for her to speak.

After learning from a series of events, Nagase Tsukiyo realized one thing: if she didn't clarify things with Eri, the outcome of this matter might never be known.

But if possible, I hope she won't say it—

"I don't want to say" is a phrase that makes me feel ashamed.

Kanzaki Eri's eyes, framed by long eyelashes, gazed at her quietly. She didn't want to talk about what had happened at his house.

Even if she were naive, she could understand that the ambiguous relationship between them wasn't a reason to flaunt or attack. While it did have a certain impact, Kanzaki Eri didn't want to share it with anyone.

“Return the gift,” Kanzaki Eri said.

"Gifts?" Nagase Tsukiyo paused for a moment, then quickly realized, "Are they the gifts that Kitahara-sensei gave us this afternoon?"

"Yes, I don't need these."

Kanzaki Eri's gaze fell on her cheek, then she stepped forward, took a light green handkerchief from her skirt pocket, and said...

"He sweated a lot under the moonlight."

Well

Nagase Tsukiyo's lips pressed into a thin line, and she said in a troubled tone,

"No need, it wouldn't be good if Huili's handkerchief got all sweaty."

Kanzaki Eri hesitated for three seconds as she raised the handkerchief. Just as Nagase Tsukiyo thought she was determined to give it to her, and was about to reach out, Eri pulled the handkerchief back.

“Then let’s go home,” Kanzaki Eri said calmly.

Good fortune.

Nagase Tsukiyo nodded. She didn't know if Eri was being disparaging or pitying her, but all she knew was that she was too weak.

"How's your practice going lately?" Eri Kanzaki asked.

"Teacher Kitahara teaches very well, and I have a lot of confidence in myself."

Nagase Tsukiyo said with a smile, then suddenly thought of something.

"When Eri was in Tokyo, did she live alone?"

Kanzaki Eri hesitated for a moment, then murmured: