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

There are all kinds of exquisite handicrafts on the streets of Sicily.

Despite the prevalence of the mafia, it is still famous for its prosperous tourism industry.

No smart local would pass up the opportunity to rip off a foreign tourist.

And Lan Tang had a face that looked like a sucker.

After just walking down one street, his hands were already filled with large and small woven bags in local style, and the number gradually increased as he continued to move forward.

Skirt, lipstick, jewel hairpin...

Adele looks like a fairy tale princess in this beautiful outfit.

Cookies, desserts, cream cakes...

When she eats her favorite sweets, she shows a happy and satisfied expression.

Balloons, headdresses, pinwheels...

When she goes to the amusement park, she likes to wear an animal headdress and run around holding a balloon.

Handicrafts made of shells, conchs, and coconut shells...

When she walked on the beach wearing a light blue sun hat and a white skirt, she would always lower her head to look for the most beautiful shells.

Music box, night light, doll...

When she woke up crying from nightmares, she always had to turn on the light and listen to soft music before she could fall asleep again.

……

All kinds of things filled the woven bags of all sizes, and the same emotion filled Lan Tang's heart.

Want to see her.

I really, really want to see her.

Love her.

Love her very, very much.

Even from the very beginning, her appearance may have been accompanied by lies, deception and traps.

But it doesn’t matter.

Lan Tang is actually very perceptive.

He started spy training when he was just over ten years old, and studied under the famous psychology expert, Baudelaire the Transcendent, and had a very strong ability to control people's hearts.

Even if you lose your memory, your keen perception will not disappear.

In contrast, Liuli is actually not good at lying.

Although she always thought she was being very clever, in Lan Tang's eyes, the lies that burst at the slightest touch were like soap bubbles, filling all the holes in this relationship.

But Lan Tang never exposes them.

He knew that she did not have amnesia, and the feeling of confusion caused by losing all her past was difficult to fake.

In the first few days, Lan Tang would always fall into endless contemplation and inexplicable fear.

But Liuli would not be like that. She was always the one who comforted him.

After spending some time together, Lan Tang realized that she might have recovered her memory, or perhaps she had never lost her memory from the beginning.

But Lan Tang didn't care about her deception.

He just felt pity for her, so much so that he was unwilling to delve into her past, fearing that he would accidentally hurt the wound in her heart that had not yet scabbed over.

If the past wasn't too heavy, who would be willing to give up?

This is certainly not Adele's fault.

As long as they spend enough time together, one day she will open her heart to him.

He also knew that she had met many people and done many things behind his back.

But Lan Tang never got to the bottom of it.

He just felt inexplicably guilty and felt that he had not taken good care of her.

If Adele didn't feel secure enough from her brother, why would she seek help from the stray cats and dogs outside?

It was because he didn't do well enough and the wild cats and dogs outside took advantage of the situation.

This is certainly not Adele's fault.

As long as they are together long enough, she will always realize that her brother is the one she can rely on the most.

Snow-white seabirds flew low across the sky, their wings flapping and their soft feathers falling down, melting in the gilded sunlight.

It was just like the enchanting summer when they first met.

Lan Tang looked at the busy streets, and the sea breeze brought the scent of another city thousands of miles away.

In the mottled light and blurry crowd, the girl stood at the door, waiting for him to return from afar.

Like countless evenings before, when he walked on that familiar street, he knew there was a house ahead with lights on for him.

That's home.

And she is the only family.

As a result, Lan Tang fell completely.

Lies exist, but feelings are real too.

Adele is lovely, and her lies are lovely too.

Anyone who embraces a rose will always be hurt by its thorns, even Lan Tang, who owns a collection of colored paintings, is no exception.

From the moment he opened his heart and let the rose take root in his barren heart, he had made all the preparations.

Let go of the past and embrace the lies.

If only poets can die drunkenly in dreams, then he might as well be a poet.

As long as I can always be with Adele, this desperate dream will be beautiful enough.

……

At the end of three days, the colonel took a deep breath as he gathered with others at the hotel.

"Lan Tang, although this trip of ours can indeed be considered a paid trip, isn't this a bit too exaggerated?"

A colleague who was on good terms with him was also amazed at the woven bags he was carrying in his hands and joked,

"You're really Lan Tang! Are you going to take the entire island of Sicily back with you?"

"Luckily my wife hasn't seen you, otherwise she would definitely be furious: How come everyone else knows to bring gifts, but you come back empty-handed?"

"Come to think of it, your sister isn't related to you by blood. You're not really raising her as your girlfriend or wife, are you?"

Amidst the crowd's jokes, the Frenchman did not argue, but simply hid his face in his scarf, revealing his melancholy eyes.

"Adele's birthday is coming soon, and there are birthday presents in here."

It was the fifth birthday they had spent together since they met.

After the plane arrived in Yokohama, only the colonel went to the Port Mafia building to report, and everyone else went straight back to their jobs.

As for Lan Tang, he of course chose to leave early.

For any French person, working more than six hours a day is inhumane, and they will choose to fight for the opportunity to leave work themselves.

One thousand seven hundred and forty-two steps north from Port Mafia is his and Adele's home.

As soon as he opened the door, Adele would throw herself into his arms and say to him:

Welcome back!

One thousand seven hundred and forty-two steps was the distance between them.

One hundred and twelve hours and thirty-seven minutes was the time they parted.

Lan Tang's pace became faster and faster. He wanted to see her and hug her. Such emotions almost overflowed from his heart.

Pushing open the door, Lan Tang took a deep breath and smiled gently.

"Adele, I'm back."

The house was empty.