Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 549 - 364: The Withering of Cherry Blossoms—Chiba-san’s Final - ?

Cool breeze, sunlight, shade of the trees.

By the window outside.

The beautiful scenery of the courtyard caught her eyes.

As Haruka Yuzan entered, Chiba Shimizu was standing by the window, the morning breeze fluttering a strand of hair at her temple through the screen.

Her silhouette was slender and graceful, her fair skin exposed, quite captivating.

"The weather is really nice today."

Haruka Yuzan approached.

"Um."

Chiba Shimizu glanced at him and hummed softly.

"The flower fire event is in a couple of days, really looking forward to it."

Haruka Yuzan half-sat by the window, looking at the cool and distant girl.

"Flower fire event?"

Chiba-san was uninformed.

"Yes, it's quite a romantic occasion. I think many classmates will go."

Haruka Yuzan shrugged.

The atmosphere these days was already feeling festive.

Although it wasn't a day for remembrance, it was enough to keep people talking for a long while.

"Classmates?" Chiba Shimizu sounded perplexed.

"Yeah, haven't you checked our class group chat? Those guys are all talking about the firework festival."

"No."

"Alright then, we should get ready. By the way, Chiba-san, do you have a kimono? Shall we go buy one later? If Chiba-san is buying a kimono, I'd recommend blue..."

Haruka Yuzan rambled on, gesticulating with his fingers, helping the young lady choose the right size and clothing.

"Haruka."

Chiba Shimizu interrupted him outright.

Haruka Yuzan paused, the girl just quietly watching him.

In her clear eyes, there was only the reflection of the boy—calm, plain, and so pure it was intimidating to meet her gaze.

"People often say,

those with guilt in their hearts feel unnerved when they see someone pure and kind.

The eyes are the windows to the soul."

Haruka Yuzan lowered his gaze to the girl's eyes and said softly, "But I think there's a problem with that saying."

Chiba Shimizu did not respond.

Standing there quietly, with a steady gaze, she was mentally prepared, no longer like before.

"Perhaps anyone would feel guilty when looking into Chiba-san's eyes."

"For instance, an honest and kind-hearted Tokyo heartthrob."

The Tokyo heartthrob had thick skin, and Chiba Shimizu gave him a cold glance, "Be serious, we do have important matters to discuss."

"What."

Haruka Yuzan stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

But the girl took a step back immediately, widening the gap once more, "Classmate Haruka, please maintain a proper distance."

"Huh?"

Haruka Yuzan was startled, a sudden sense of distance left him somewhat confused.

"Chiba-san, what's going on with you today?"

Chiba Shimizu shook her head and took another step back while a resolute flash passed through her eyes, as clear as autumn water, "If you, Classmate Haruka, don't reconsider the relationship between the two of us, then I will move out of the villa."

The morning breeze stirred the curtains, and the girl's voice was very soft.

Yet it echoed incessantly in Haruka Yuzan's mind, as if it were constantly warning him.

"Hey, what's with you? Why are you so distracted today?"

The childish, clear voice pulled Haruka Yuzan back to reality, and he looked down at the little female imp who was diligently working between his legs, somewhat perplexed:

"What's the matter?"

"Blurgh, blurgh, blurgh, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Misaki Saki spat out the lollipop from her mouth, and her delicate little face displayed a look of contempt, "You have the nerve to ask, it's so soft and limp, completely lacking spirit."

Today she wore a white tank top, her creamy skin smooth and tender, with her golden curls tied on top of her head, looking very cute.

"Perhaps, my condition is a bit off today."

Haruka Yuzan pulled up his pants, indeed feeling a lack of enthusiasm.

He sat on a chair, turned his head and looked outside the window, to the small courtyard where the weather was fine, the pond rippled, and the girl was tending the flower beds along the cobblestone path.

Her figure in the sunshine was slender and frail.

"What are you looking at?"

Misaki Saki clambered onto his thigh, following Haruka Yuzan's gaze, and immediately noticed the girl in the courtyard:

"It's Shimizu."

"Do you know if Chiba has encountered anything recently?"

Haruka Yuzan rubbed her little head and asked.

"I don't know."

It seemed that she remembered the conversation that morning in front of the French window, and Misaki Saki's mood also turned somber, sitting on Haruka Yuzan's thigh, swinging her little legs aimlessly.

Haruka Yuzan saw the little one's despondent mood and felt a heaviness in his heart.

"Misaki, if something happens, you must tell me,"

he said softly.

"Oh, I know."

"Just, Haruka, do you think we're going to continue like this forever?"

Xuan Long climbed onto the boulder and was stunned by the scenery before him, with the ethereal white clouds amidst the mud-yellow mountain peaks, the rugged rocks, and the pines adorning the tips—so fantastically ethereal, dreamlike, and intoxicating, truly an immortal mountain.

There are ninety-nine peaks, each with pavilions and fairy-like buildings of elegance and grandeur, diverse and plentiful in number.

In the Tang Dynasty, the Poet Immortal Li Bai, intoxicated with the exquisite scenery and wine of Jiajiang Green Clothes, visited the fairy mountain, enjoyed moonlit boat trips, and wrote the timeless "Song of Emei Mountain by Moonlight" on the banks of the Pingqiang River.

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Upon reaching the mountaintop after entering the fairy mountain, Lin Xinyu saw the sect's treasured Chaos Spring Eye.

The master then retired to Devil Immortal Mountain, planning to live a life among the plum trees and cranes.

Nine peaks soar into the sky, hundreds of zhang high, like the peaks of Heavenly Mountain Immortal Mountain, dotted with fairy-like pavilions, but alas, they are too distant to be seen clearly.

When Su Liang woke up again, there was an old Taoist before him, stroking his beard, his robe moving without wind, exuding an air of a saintly and immortal bearing, imposingly he asked, "Child, would you follow this poor Taoist to the fairy mountain to seek the fruit of immortality?"

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