Kyoto, in a traditional Japanese mansion near Kiyomizudera Temple.

Dressed in a black kimono with gorgeous rose patterns and delicate makeup on her face, she knelt on ***, with a small tea table in front of her, her eyes fixed on the huge maple tree in front of her.

In early winter, the leaves on the maple tree always release its intoxicating redness.

Like a young girl who is just starting to fall in love, she shows her new beautiful clothes to her beloved.

Mutsu Aoi walked over with a light and slow step.

She is also wearing a kimono today, but compared to Manami Ryozumi, she wears a much more "plain" one, without too many decorative patterns, just a very ordinary color without land.

"Miss, I've asked someone to change the water in the pool."

"Hmm." Mao Mi Ryoizumi nodded, then closed her eyes and said no more.

Mutsu Aoi sat down next to her, fiddling with the tea set on the tea table.

"Miss, you've been like this since you returned to Kyoto the day before yesterday, and you don't want to say more... If you go on like this, you're going to have problems."

Cold Spring Mao Mi still didn't react, motionless, like a monk who had already settled.

How similar it was... More than a year ago, I was also sitting in *** like this, looking at the fallen leaves floating around, without saying a word, as if I was lost...

At that time, she was waiting for someone.

And now, she still seems to be waiting for someone.

Someone who may never wait...

He has changed so much, as if his inner soul has been replaced...

No, there is still one thing that has remained and has not changed.

That is the alienation that you show towards yourself.

In the past, his estrangement was hidden in the details.

Now, his estrangement manifests itself on the surface.

But it didn't make a difference, because he was and still is, or he was just a familiar stranger to him...

When facing him, she was too passive and powerless, so that she couldn't even chisel a small dent in the thick wall he built on the atrium...

Seeing her like this, Mutsu Aoi Aki lowered her head and sighed.

"Ugh... Miss... It's really not going to work like this..."

"I'm fine, Aoi, you don't have to worry." Mao Nami said this, but the voice she made was so dry and weak.

"Miss!"

Mutsu Aoi stood up sharply, opened his voice and shouted.

Mao Ryoizumi opened her eyes and looked at her with unbright eyes for a moment, then reached out and tried to lift up the tea set that had been messed up on the tea table.

Mutsu Aoi immediately squatted down and grabbed her hand, "Miss! Why don't you wait! Mr. Aramura has returned to Tokyo yesterday! Young Master Machihiko has also passed! Why do you want to give up on yourself and hurt yourself like this?"

Mao Mi Leng Quan lowered her head and smiled, and said, "Learn... Mr. Aramura... He's not coming—"

"No!" Mutsu Aoi retorted heavily, "Senior Aramura, he will definitely come over!"

"No, it won't..."

"He's definitely coming!"

"No..."

"Yes!"

They are like two children who have their own opinions, refuse to give in, argue with each other, and neither thinks they are right, and no one can convince anyone.

"He won't! I did! Won't come! If he wants to come, he should come this morning!"

The eldest lady of the Cold Spring family, who has always been very decent and generous in words and deeds, showed her gaffe side for the first time.

Her emotions are like a river blocked by mud, the water flow was originally quite gentle, but suddenly one day, the mud was suddenly washed away, so at this moment, the anger, grievances and sadness she had held in her heart before would turn into a river and rush out.

"Why hasn't he come yet?"

It seemed that he had lost all the strength of his body in an instant, and collapsed on top of Mutsu Aoiaki, with a slight cry in his slightly hoarse voice, "Aoi... Why?"

A hint of distress flashed in Mutsu Aoiaki's eyes.

In her heart, Cold Spring Mao Mi has always been a calm, strong, and upright person, and she has never seen the other party like this, like a kitten abandoned by her owner and drenched in the rain outside.

It's so helpless...

Mutsu Aoi took Cold Spring Mao Mi in her arms and gently patted her slightly thin back, "Miss, it's okay... Cry out, just cry out..."

Mao Mi Leng Quan didn't reply, just shrunk into her arms, her whole body trembling.

After an unknown amount of time, she bent down and took a few deep breaths, and then the corners of her mouth pulled out a very reluctant arc, came out of Michinoku Aoiaki's arms, looked at the other party, and said, "I'm sorry, Aoiaki, I was so angry with you just now."

"Miss doesn't need to apologize." Mutsu Aoi shook his head, "I'm Miss's retainer, and I'll gladly accept whatever Miss does to me, even if it means I'm going to commit suicide now!"

With that, she took up Manami Cold Spring's hand again and held it tightly in her hand, "Miss, cheer up! This is not like you at all, and I believe that Senior Aramura will also like your original proud and confident appearance even more!"

"He—" Mao Mi Ryoizumi looked in the direction of the east unconsciously, "Will he really come over..."

"Regardless of whether Senior Aramura will come over or not, I hope you can live happily." Mitsu Aoi followed her gaze and suddenly said abruptly, "Miss, let's go."

"Let's go?"

"Uh-huh, get out of here, get out of Kyoto!"

"No." Mao Nami Ryosen sat down on her knees again, "Father won't let you go if he knows."

"I am your retainer, not the retainer of the Cold Spring family, how can the head of the Cold Spring family not care about my business!" Mutsu Aoi said as he suddenly pulled out a short rib from his cuff, his face showing a fierce light, "If anyone dares to stop it..."

"That's not going to work."

Shiihiko Ryuzumi walked over with his hands on his waist and smiled.

"Brother."

"Master Machihiko."

Mao Mizumi and Michinoku Aoaki immediately bent down and saluted him.

Shiihiko Ryoizumi waved his hand, picked up the ribs that Mutsu Aoi Qiu had placed on the floor, and took them out and looked at them, "Aoiaki, if I'm not mistaken, this rib is your father's, right?"

"No!" Mutsu Aoi Aki flatly denied it.

"And what is this?" Shinihiko Ryuzumi pointed to the word "loyalty" engraved on the scabbard.

"Hmm," Mutsu bit her lip.

"Hahahaha..." Shikihiko Ryoizumi laughed and threw the knife to her lap, "Okay, there's no need to be like this, I'm not a policeman."

"Brother." Mao Mi Ryozumi handed him a cup of tea.

Shinichiko Ryozumi took a sip of tea, and couldn't help but praise: "Refreshing, sweet, fragrant, Mao Yangmei, your tea art has improved again."

"My brother has won an award." Mao Mi Cold Spring added a little more to his teacup.

But Shikihiko Ryumi didn't drink it, he put the cup on the tea table, "Mao Yangmi, I brought you someone."

"People..." Manami Cold Spring's hand is a meal.

Shikihiko Ryoizumi smiled slightly, turned his head and shouted towards the entrance of ***, "Come out!"