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  When Yiyi suddenly remembered that day at the bar waiting for Xiu, when Yiyi rushed to the underground field, Feng replied with an unhappy face: "He's in Sakura Garden, go find him!"

  The cherry blossoms are still as charming, but the people admiring them have already...

  Yi hurried to Sakura Garden just like Fei did, hoping that Xiu could forgive her forgetfulness.

  Far, far away, a figure, so familiar...

  At this time, Xiu sat under the cherry blossom tree, leaning against the trunk, closing his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

  She slowly got closer and closer to him.

  There is no fragrance of cherry blossoms, for the fragrance has long been overwhelmed by the smell of wine.

  Yi Yi didn't want to wake him up, perhaps she wasn't ready yet.

  Ke Xiu found him in the midst of his intoxication, and her image reappeared in his eyes.

  "Xiù, wǒ..."

  "I don't want to see you!" Xiu turned her head to one side and stopped looking at her.

  Yi Yi saw a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

  "It's my fault, I forgot, sorry!"

  Xiu hadn't finished listening to Yiy's explanation when she suddenly stood up and walked closer to Yiy, their distance now only enough to fit a book between them.

  "Sorry? Hmm, you seem quite willing to say those words!"

  Too close, the thick wine breath in Xiu's mouth sprayed on Yiyi's delicate nose tip.

  "Xiu, I hope you can forgive me!"

  "Alright, I forgive you. It's not a big deal anyway. Choose!"

  "Choose?!"

  "Either me or Narita Kiyomi, you can't have both!"

  Yi was stunned by this sentence, but she didn't want to deceive Xiu or escape her own heart again. She raised her head and said a sentence, every word of which was like a knife, piercing the heart.