Chapter 32: Plain and Warm, Lonely and Cold

  Ling Yu's life in Bing Di was so far plain and warm. At least that was how she saw it.

  During this time, she never stopped tutoring Chinese for the Ice Emperor's elect and always went to Tsuba's house, as if it had become a habit.

  This day, once again leaving the Traces' house, sitting in the car, watching as it drove away, under the night sky the Traces' mansion's magnificent yet increasingly blurred silhouette, clear blue eyes flickered slightly.

  Not long ago, she would have thought that she would descend into a two-dimensional space and interact with a group of Prince of Tennis?

  She didn't know why her soul had fallen into this space for no reason, but she knew that she was waiting for the moment when she could return. She thought she should be willing to let go of things here, but a hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes, something even she herself didn't understand.

  Perhaps in her pure heart, everyone in the world is warm, so she would unconsciously ignore that special reluctance that can be tasted only by being sincere. Because of her unconscious uniqueness, she has always been pampered, and that elegant and pure lotus-like figure has a kind of magic that makes people want to protect her, not wanting her to be tainted with impurities or negative things... So she would always be so calm and composed.

  When she later discovered that warmth carried a different kind of affection, how could her pure heart be calm again...

  She also didn't know that every time she left, she was being watched from head to toe until she disappeared...

  It was already eight o'clock when I returned to the Katsuragi house from the Atobe house. Although the regulars wanted to spend more time with Katsuragi Ayame, they couldn't bear her coming home so late. Moreover, Katsuragi Tane and Shizuka Ryoko wouldn't allow their daughter to come home that late, even if Katsuragi Rei was protecting her from the shadows. In their hearts, Katsuragi Ayame was a delicate ice lotus that needed careful nurturing...

  "Hmph, a group of young whippersnappers, actually making my precious daughter their teacher!" Jing Mu Du was often left waiting for his own daughter to come home for dinner, and he was very dissatisfied with the person who had deprived him and his daughter of their right to have dinner together!

  Although dissatisfied, still a little proud. His baby can be someone else's Chinese teacher! Heh heh, his baby is really clever and talented!

  On the other end, Hak Mu-tak was really puzzled. Baby had clearly lost his memory, so why did he seem so familiar with Chinese? It was as if he were a native Chinese speaker. Moreover, every time they encountered something related to China, Baby would exhibit strange phenomena, and Hak couldn't help but wonder what secrets Baby was hiding in his heart.

  It was just that he was still puzzled and would not have thought that his daughter had long been replaced by a soul from another world, and did not even suspect that it was not his daughter, even though the image changed too quickly. Perhaps it was the instinctive unease in his heart, refusing to think about things that he could not accept.

  No one heard Katsuragi's discontented muttering, Shizuka Ryoko had long since gone downstairs to make a midnight snack for Katsuragi Ayame, but she only made one serving, not even leaving any for herself or Katsuragi, and took the delicious dish upstairs without even glancing at Katsuragi on the sofa.

  However, An Qi didn't mind, he knew that in his wife's heart, he was second only to their precious daughter!

  The fragrance wafted into his nose and somehow hooked the greedy worm in his stomach.

  "Ryoko, I'm hungry..." Tanaka Tsuru was actually a bit hungry, his pitiful words still lingering in the living room, but Satou Yasuko's figure had already disappeared around the corner of the stairs...

  Qin Mu Duan: “... Alas, although he has self-awareness, will his wife be too oblivious to him????”

  "Master of the house, is there anything else you need me to do?" The butler asked respectfully as he entered from the doorway.

  He glanced at him and shook his head, "No need..."

  He wasn't that delicate, just a little hungry. He got up and went upstairs to the room of Lin Xiangruo, the door was slightly ajar, but why did he seem to see a flash of cold shadow as soon as he came up?

  The corners of her eyes sparkled.

  During this time, not to mention Shizuka Ryoko, he also noticed that Kaito Minami was a bit off, although it wasn't every day that he came home, the frequency of his returns had clearly increased, and tonight he had come back, but why was he lingering in this place?

  "Darling! Kawaii!" A voice came from a certain room, and it was unmistakable that Natsumi Ryoko's uncontrollable cry conveyed her overflowing affection. Tsurugi Minami knew for sure that his wife was going crazy over their daughter again, always shouting "darling kawaii", but who could deny that sometimes Tsurugi Akane really had an innocent charm?

  The person inside the room, Akane Motomiya, looked at Shizuka Minamoto with a helpless expression as she clung to her body and rubbed her face against hers, as if determined not to stop until her face turned from pale to bright red. This helpless look made Akane's father, who had just entered the room, burst out laughing and helped separate Shizuka from his daughter.

  Akagi Akane was saved. Very considerate, she fed Akagi Taro a delicious mouthful, and in her heart, she thought: Reward!

  He was a bit hungry to begin with, and now his darling daughter is feeding him by mouth. How could he not eat? The delicious food is right in front of him!

  Shizuka Ryoko watched as Akagi Tae devoured her food with relish, but she herself pouted, feeling displeased. Why didn't she get treated like that?

  But such an idea was drowned out in the next second, because Akane gave her a mouthful of equal treatment, instantly making her sweet...

  Daughters are considerate and warm, never neglecting anyone...

  Night, gradually deepened...

  A tall, cold figure stands at the window of a dark room, his eyes gleaming with a faint blue light in the darkness, staring out into the unknown. The night wind blows over, ruffling his short golden hair and seemingly disheveling his features as well. The clear moonlight casts an ethereal veil over him, while the black shadows seem to envelop him in an even deeper solitude...

  That was a scene completely opposite from any warm and cozy scene in the house...