After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

No one paid any attention to them until the banquet was over.

To be honest, this made everyone feel relieved.

According to the requirements of the Vongola, all organizations must stay in Sicily for three days. Although small organizations like the Hong Kong Black Society will probably not have anything to do in the future, it is obviously impossible to leave early.

Everyone returned to the hotel where they were staying and had a good night's rest. The next morning, the colonel ordered his men to move freely. As long as they didn't cause any trouble, they could treat it as a trip at public expense.

The people traveling with him breathed a sigh of relief and winked at each other.

"It's okay to go see strippers, right?"

"In Italy, the Red Theater is also very famous."

"You can also go to the bar, maybe there will be some good stuff there."

The colonel coughed twice and everyone quieted down instantly.

"Don't get drunk, don't have sex, this is Sicily," he said in a warning tone.

"I don't want to be notified tomorrow that the person I brought died in some girl's bed."

Everyone's expression became more serious, and they talked for a few words before dispersing.

Seeing Lan Tang leaving alone again, the colonel couldn't help but ask, "Lan Tang, what are you going to do?"

He actually had a good impression of this Frenchman, otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to promote him again and again.

After all, although the other party is lazy and likes to slack off, and is also a weird sister-con, at least he is down-to-earth and reliable and will not stab you in the back.

This is already a very good subordinate in the underground world.

Lan Tang's expression softened a lot, "Go pick out a gift for my sister."

"When you go on a long trip, bring back some souvenirs. Adele will be very happy."

As if thinking of something, he smiled faintly and said with a somewhat proud tone, "Although I believe that as long as she sees me, she will definitely be very happy."

"Just like when I saw her."

The colonel showed a sour expression. He also had a wife and children at home. Perhaps influenced by the introverted and silent nature of the Japanese people, he rarely showed his feelings to them.

The word "love" carries too much weight in the island country. It means something like "I can die for you without hesitation."

Most people can't say it directly.

So the colonel could only sigh, "You really do love her."

The word "love and respect" is the highest level of praise he can think of.

Lan Tang nodded but didn't answer.

Although he often said similar things to Liuli, he would not express his feelings directly in front of others.

Like a squirrel hiding its nuts in its cheeks, he also hid his love on the tip of his tongue and confided it to only one person.

She wants to tell the whole world how good she is, but she also wants the whole world to not know.

Loving someone is such a contradiction.

After a few casual conversations, Lan Tang turned and left, disappearing into the streets of Sicily.

Sicily is home to many mafia, but that doesn't mean there is disorder here. On the contrary, in terms of stability, it is far better than Yokohama.

The Vongola's prestige is still there, and no one dares to act wildly at this time.

The transparent display windows are filled with all kinds of items, including candies, dolls, skirts, music boxes, and crafts made of shells...

Every time Lan Tang passes by a store, memories related to Liuli emerge in his mind.

The longing for this girl seemed to occupy his every moment. He thought of her when he saw the rainbow after the rain, thought of her when he saw the shiny candies, and thought of her when he saw the music box in the window.

No matter how unfamiliar something was, he could always find memories related to her in his mind.

The time they spent together was like the bubbles rising in French champagne, constantly flowing up and occupying all his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

A calm heart gives rise to infinite expectations because of the existence of a person. What other words can describe such feelings except love?

I love her.

There is no doubt about it.

Lan Tang stopped and the glass window at the corner caught his attention.

There was a purple gem, lying quietly in a silver velvet box, its edges and corners sparkling with colorful colors under the sunlight.

Like her sparkling eyes.

Lan Tang thought absentmindedly, she must have taken away all my attention, so that no matter what I look at, I will think of her involuntarily.

I love her.

This is indisputable.

Lan Tang's pupils trembled slightly, and through the edges of the gem, he saw an extremely gorgeous world.

The bright sunlight at dawn, the colorful rainbow in the sky, the cold white sails billowing in the harbor, and the colorful flags fluttering on the ancient buildings.

They were all dyed with a lavender halo, as if looking at the world through someone's eyes.

So beautiful, so gentle.

I love her.

This is absolutely true.

Perhaps he stood outside the window for too long, and a trembling old woman came out from inside and asked him in a kind tone,

"Young man, which gem have you taken a fancy to?"

Lan Tang looked up at her. The old woman's hair was completely white and tied with a dark purple headband. She looked very kind.

"Please wrap up the purple one. Do you offer gemstone processing services?"

"Of course, we have the best designers here. What would you like your eternal love to look like?"

Lan Tang was stunned for a moment, "Eternal love?"

The old woman smiled. "It's a nice name, isn't it? It means violet. I've given names to every gemstone here, and this name suits her very well."

Lan Tang noticed that the other party used her to address the gem.

"They are alive, with passionate emotions deposited in them. When you saw her, you must have thought of someone, right?"

"Yes." Lan Tang looked at it, his eyes incredibly gentle. "I'm thinking of a girl."

"Then you must like her very much." The old lady took the box out of the window with a smile.

"I love her."

The word came out so easily from his lips, as if he couldn't control it.

"That's great." The old woman smiled. "I'll waive your processing fee."

"It is such a blessing to be able to fall in love with someone. Let me give you some insignificant blessings for your love."

"Young man, what do you want to make it into?"

"Rose, rose necklace." Lan Tang blurted out.

"Isn't it a ring?" the old woman asked casually.

"However, the rose necklace is romantic enough. No deposit is required. You can pick it up in the evening and pay the full amount directly."

"is that OK?"

She didn't seem to worry at all about someone defaulting on their debts, which was normal. How could someone without any background open a jewelry store on the streets of Sicily?

"No, thank you."

The old woman shook her head nonchalantly. "Love is so wonderful. I love the passionate love that every customer feels when they see the gem."

"That is the most beautiful thing for me, just like I love gems and you love roses."

As the sunlight swayed along, Lan Tang seemed to see the rose rooted in the soil through the cracks created by five years of time.

"Yes, I love her. She is my one and only rose."

My rose, I have listened to her complaints, her boasting, and sometimes even her silence.

She is my one and only Rose*.