On the other side, Seigaku and Sayato handed the things Otowa made to Tezuka. Tezuka looked at the box in his hand and looked at him strangely. He didn't understand why he gave it to him. It seemed that there were a lot of things in it and it was a bit heavy.
"My sister made this"
Sayato accepted his question and took a deep breath of air. When she looked at him, Issei no longer probed his thoughts like before. What kind of feelings he had for Otowa now were not important anymore.
Whether you don't like it or hate it, they have nothing to do with each other. Moreover, Otowa is living a good life now, really good and very happy.
Things in the past cannot be undone, and things in the present are starting anew. Tezuka is still his good friend. He is just a little pity. If possible, he really wants his sister to be with him. Tezuka has a sense of responsibility and a sense of responsibility.
Excellent, but such a person is too perfect, and her sister is not worthy of him
Now Wei Chang is not a good thing. Without that layer of relationship, he and she are free. Even he himself does not need to be sandwiched between them, and he does not need to worry about his sister being in pain. They have no restraints anymore.
, Tezuka, he should be relaxed and be able to live the life he wants without any burden, whether it's tennis or studying.
From then on, he no longer had any relationship with his sister. If there was, it only existed in the past, and that was not a very happy engagement.
However, he looked at the box in Tezuka's hand. His sister had just begun, her suffering had just begun. The necessary operation was still a thorn in his heart that could not be removed.
Tezuka looked at the lunch box in his hand and frowned in silence. When did Saya Otowa learn to cook? He remembered that she had no idea about housekeeping and was a rich young lady. And for these, she
I don't bother to do it at all. Have people changed? Even my hobbies have changed.
Fuji walked out of the ball and saw Tezuka and Saya Tohru standing together. He didn't know what they were talking about. He walked forward, squinted his eyes and smiled slightly. When he saw the lunch box in Tezuka's hand, he opened his mouth slightly.
Blue pupils, blue eyes as clear as water, three parts incomprehensible, five parts clean
"What are you talking about?" He stepped forward, his unique and delicate voice was like a cup of light tea, and the aroma was very warm.
"Fuer" Sayato looked at him, pointed at the lunch box Tezuka was holding and said, "My sister made this. She asked me to bring it to you. I just gave it to Tezuka."
"Oh, that's right. I'm really sorry to trouble you." Fuji nodded gratefully. Her blue eyes were as transparent as the color of the sky and as transparent as water. She had never forgotten this group of people, but she had already
I'm starting to forget Tezuka
"Hand..." Before the next word could be uttered, a gust of wind came, followed by another, and the lunch box in Tezuka's hand suddenly disappeared.
"Haha, I made you laugh." Fuji shook his head and looked at the lunch box in Kikumaru's hand, followed by a large group of people. It was really embarrassing. He should have thought of it a long time ago, right? His face was warm.
The warm smile never stops, the warmth seems to have another layer of deep meaning, which is always difficult to understand.