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She was holding a guitar in her arms, with sheet music in front of her, and Mingze Feng playing bass beside her.

The world before us is a stage bathed in light amidst darkness.

For a moment, Wakaba Mutsu's breathing stopped again.

Spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, so many people, spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, the performance was poor.

—Forget the atmosphere, forget the audience, just shout your praises and cheer!

What is he shouting?

cheer...

Wakaba Mu lowered his head.

How can we just ignore everything?

The guitar felt incredibly heavy in her hands.

Mingze Feng whispered in her ear, "It doesn't matter whether you play well or not."

Strange words, irresponsible words, very... relaxing words.

When Ruoye Mutsu's fingers moved, the guitar strings moved in response. The faces of the audience below were hidden in the darkness.

This time, Wakaba Mutsu knew that he was standing on the stage.

Someone was leading her through the performance, and the guitar was being guided by the bass.

The bass guitar has a magical quality that makes it impossible not to pay attention.

Ruoye Mu thought: This voice is really strange, but not unpleasant.

Playing according to the score is not difficult.

Saki's medicine suddenly appeared beside her. What happened in between?

How strange, if I can't remember, I shouldn't think about it anymore.

“This is… Saki’s medicine…” she murmured.

"Auspicious Medicine"

The medicine Xiangzi used? That's a very vivid description. Mingze Feng often says that he cured Xiangzi.

Mingze Feng couldn't hear her voice at first; it was too noisy all around. Standing on the stage, he could only hear the echoes from the instruments and the audience.

But Narusawa Kaede could see the changes in Wakaba Mutsu.

Although I don't know why, she was calm and composed when she stood on the stage, but she suddenly broke down as soon as she started playing.

But it didn't matter, as Mingze Feng stood in front of her.

Just like before, Hiroi Kikusato stood beside Narusawa Kaede.

The bass soothes the restlessness of the guitar.

Mingze Feng has indeed mastered this skill.

Ruo Yemu calmed down, and her guitar playing quickly stabilized, achieving the level of understanding that Mingze Feng had for this group of musical instrument masters.

At only sixteen years old, Wakaba Mutsumi is already a skilled guitarist.

Although many changes have occurred in Wakaba Mutsumi that Narusawa Kaede doesn't understand, they are all moving in a positive direction, and that's enough.

When the rhythm on stage fades away, the audience can no longer see the two people on stage.

Walking back to the back room, only Mingze Feng knew that both the passion he displayed on stage and the reassuring bass voice came from that woman, whom everyone considered a rotten woman.

Mingze Feng thought to himself: I've been out late enough today, it's time to go home and find her.

When Naruzawa Kaede first went on stage, he was led up by Hiroi Kikuri.

"Did you have fun tonight, Mu?"

"...happy."

"How are you planning to get back?"

Ruo Yemu stood there, her mind racing. She looked dazed, but she was actually trying to figure out how to get home.

This afternoon, my memory was fragmented, with many fragments flashing by in an instant. After thinking for a long time, Ruoye Mu suddenly remembered that she was talking to Mingze Feng.

Ruo Yemu was startled and hurriedly looked up, only to see that Ming Zefeng was still waiting for her.

For no apparent reason, Ruoye Mu felt somewhat relieved.

"How so?" Mingze Feng asked. "If it's the tram, I'll give you a ride. But it's already 10:30 at night."

"You'll make it. The last bus is at midnight."

The voice that came out was tinged with anxiety. How long had it been since she felt this way? Since those events, sadness and joy had both left Wakaba, leaving only repression.

Ruo Yemu was stunned for a moment before raising her head.

Perhaps Mingze Feng deliberately said something to upset or even disgust her, but that doesn't matter. Even now, Ruoye Mu's memories are still somewhat fragmented.

Suddenly, Ruoye Mu raised her hand and grabbed the hem of Narusawa Kaede's clothes.

It was like...grabbing a straw.

Chapter Eleven: The Gravity Is So Deep, Another Day of Losing Control

Should we let Wakaba Mutsu come closer?

Just as Mingze Feng was about to raise his hand to refuse, Ruoye Mu's fingers, which were gripping his sleeve, suddenly loosened.

"Move?" Mu raised his head, his golden eyes wide open, making Mingze Feng a little dizzy.

Something has changed. But I can't quite put my finger on it.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the atmosphere around Ruoye Mu seemed to change in that instant, losing some of its sense of fragility.

"I... I just got used to it... Before, when I went home with Saki-chan, I often... I'm sorry..."

Is that what happened?

Mingze Feng felt a pang of conscience, and his face stung slightly. Ruoye Mu was, after all, just a teenager, and she was already under a lot of pressure after all that had happened. She finally had a chance to relax, so how could he put more pressure on her?

Moreover, Mingze Feng was also involved in taking Xiangzi away from her.

Mu hung his head, like a company that had made a mistake, and muttered dejectedly, "Now, Xiangzi-chan is no longer..."

"Now is not the time to say such things!"

Naruzawa Kaede raised his hand, looking left and right, and placed his palm on Wakaba Mutsu's shoulder, offering encouragement and comfort in a way that was neither ambiguous nor intimate.

Ming Zefeng: "Alright, alright, Xiangzi is coming tomorrow, isn't he? You two can take a good look around and catch up then."

Mu: "I'm sorry... I just..."

"Alright, I need to talk to Xiangzi about these things properly tomorrow. If I say anything else, I won't see you off."

Wakaba Mutsu: "No!"

Seeing the broken expression on Wakaba Mu's face, Naruzawa Kaede quickly comforted her, "I was just joking. It's so late at night, how could I not take you home?"

"Yes, I know." Mu's voice was very soft, and she kept her head down.

A few strands of hair fell from her shoulders, and her lowered eyes made one's heart ache.

Mu stood there quietly, exuding a serene and profound aura that made one want to approach her for comfort, yet unsure of what to say.

At this moment, only the word "lovable" can express what I feel. No amount of description can capture the protective instinct that surged within me.

Ming Zefeng swallowed hard, then raised his hand, palm up.

"I'll hold your hand..."

"Hmm..." Mu shook her head and placed the drawstring of her handbag in Mingze Feng's palm.

“That’s good,” Mu said. “Feng, let’s go. I’ll follow.”

The handbag was very light and had no obvious tags. Perhaps it was just an accessory to match the outfit.

Her long, flowing hair fluttered as she turned, releasing a refreshing fragrance—very faint, yet lingering around her.

Did Wakaba Mutsu carry this bag around all day? And what could be inside it?

Normally, Mingze Feng's thoughts could wander further. But at this moment, he was surrounded by the delicate fragrance of the girl beside him and the frail back of the girl in front of him.

Mingze Feng took a step and followed.

Stepping outside, Xiao Mu stumbled.

Naruzawa Kaede was standing right next to her, and he slightly raised his hand, placing it on Wakaba Mutsu's shoulder.

Her shoulders were thin, like willow branches swaying in the wind, so delicate that she seemed unable to withstand even the slightest breeze. Her slightly furrowed brows evoked sorrow, her eyes glistened with tears, and she groaned softly, her breathing so faint that it was difficult to hear.

The scent I had just caught became even clearer after I pulled half of Wakaba Mutsu's body into my arms.

With a slight movement of her fingers, she could even feel how slender Ruoye Mutsu's arms were beneath her clothes.

It makes you want to hug this porcelain doll...

hiss...

Despite his reluctance, Mingze Feng used reason to control Da Tou and let go of his hand.

Mu: "Ah..."

Mu took a while to respond, but she quickly regained her balance.

"Maple, tram."

Mu said this as if nothing had happened.

Let's take the tram.

At 10:30 p.m., the streetlights were dim and the streets were brightly lit, except for the izakaya and convenience store.

The tram was very convenient, but most of the time, Wakaba Mutsu and Narusawa Kaede walked.

From Ring to Cricket to Flot, they are not far apart. They are all located in the bustling area of ​​Higashi-Shinjuku, but each has its own unique characteristics.

There are more newcomers to Ring, but they also have something in common: many groups just disappear after a while, just like cucumber flowers, where out of ten flowers, only a few will bear fruit.

This is what Wakaba Mutsu told Narusawa Kaede on the way to the tram.

When asked by Mingze Feng, she said she often goes to live shows, whether it's Ring, Cricket, or Ruoye Mutsu. She orders a mango juice, spends two hours in the shop, and enjoys a quiet afternoon alone.

When Mu speaks, everything is stable within sight.

Ruo Yemu has absolutely no problems.

So much so that even Narusawa Kaede had the feeling that Wakaba Mutsu wasn't so scary after all.

Furthermore, Narusawa Kaede was surprised to discover that Wakaba Mutsu also had a talkative side. It seems that she wasn't silent, but rather quiet in front of certain people and talkative around others.

This might also be related to the fact that Naruzawa Kaede only asked about trivial matters. For example, when Naruzawa Kaede asked about things, as long as it didn't involve Shoko's current situation, Wakaba Muku answered readily.

For example, Wakaba Mutsumi actually has a lot of free time, and her piano and ballet lessons are mostly nominal. Also, she and Shoko have been in the same class since kindergarten; Toyokawa Shoko's past was very cheerful and innocent.

When she talked about the time she spent with Xiangzi, Mingze Feng was particularly interested. She wanted to know what it was like when they were together, and whether Xiangzi had any embarrassing past events or unflattering photos.

Ming Zefeng was afraid of upsetting Xiao Mu again, so he was very careful and didn't even ask about Crychic.

Mutsu: "That's really amazing. You always do whatever comes to mind. Is Saki-chan like that now too?"

Mingze Feng thought about it carefully, then nodded.

To answer this question, we must first recall what Xiangzi did.

Let's not dwell on the past; Mu is right. To put it nicely, Xiangzi was very opinionated and decisive. In layman's terms, Toyokawa Xiangzi was a reckless young man who acted without considering the consequences.

This departure was probably another decision she made on a whim.

To make a decision on a whim, a fairly meticulous plan was made, from Crychic to Mingze Feng's side and then to leaving.

Toyokawa Shoko simply repeated the process two or three times.

"Now, I guess I'm thinking about things more. I've matured a little bit."

It was only a very limited amount. As the saying goes, "A night of marriage brings a hundred nights of kindness," and although Toyokawa Shoko couldn't see it, Narusawa Kaede helped Toyokawa Shoko save face.

As Naruzawa Kaede spoke, Mu looked up with a faint smile on his lips, which made Naruzawa Kaede relax as well. Before they knew it, the two of them had boarded the train.