Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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The two held hands again.

It was Shinichi who initiated the action.

"Not rare. To me, it's... unique!"

As if to prevent her voice from dissipating in the wind, Mahiru drew out the last syllable of her voice for a very long time.

[You're unique, that's not rare, you idiot.]

Even the faintest words may vanish in a storm.

This special sentiment will certainly not be forgotten.

Yes...definitely.

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Chapter 232 The Wind Chimes of Returning Home

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"Unique... is it?"

Without saying it aloud, Su Qing silently repeated it in her heart.

In a broad sense, every person is a unique individual.

Even if cloning technology does reach an incredibly advanced level in the future.

There must be some subtle but crucial difference between a replica and the original.

But Mahiru adds a prefix—"for me".

I don't know why, but the moment she said it...

Something in Su Qing's heart seemed to be deeply touched.

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The wind blowing in my face didn't carry the chill of a late autumn evening breeze.

Because typhoons originate in the tropics and are a type of tropical cyclone, they are actually hot winds.

"Actually, it doesn't seem that cold."

Su Qing suddenly said.

"Because I changed my clothes before leaving, and... my hands were warm too, weren't they?"

Mischievous, she raised her two hands, one big and one small, high, tilted her chin up, and wore a smug smile.

Looking at her smile, Su Qing couldn't help but chuckle twice.

"If you know it's a typhoon, you don't actually need to change your clothes, since typhoons are hot winds."

Su Qing explained.

"I know. I'm not bad at humanities either, just not as good as you."

Mahiru shrugged indifferently.

"Then you return it?"

Even so, it doesn't change the established fact that holding hands is warm, right?

"makes sense."

in fact.

Su Qing also had some of this feeling.

Warm, hot.

These are indeed two completely different feelings.

It cannot be generalized.

"Hmm...Do you remember when you asked me if I liked typhoons?"

Mahiru's gaze turned towards her again.

"I remember. You said you didn't really like it."

"Facing that caramel color," Su Qing said.

"Hey... you still remember?"

Mahiru's voice clearly showed some joy, but also a hint of melancholy.

"How can you forget something that happened two months ago so quickly?"

Su Qing said helplessly.

"It's hard to say. Some people can easily forget even things that happened yesterday."

Mahiru wasn't actually targeting Su Qing; she had just overheard her female classmates talking about some gossip.

"So you're bringing this up now to change the answer?" Su Qing asked.

“Yes.” Slowly stopping, Mahiru briefly released Su Qing’s hand.

She was facing Su Qing, and blinked her beautiful eyes brightly, as if there was a shimmering light in them.

"Didn't you say you could tell just by looking into my eyes? Why don't you try to guess?"

at that time.

The clock was already approaching five o'clock.

The orange afterglow pierced through the clouds, gently caressing Zhenzhu's fair and delicate face, making it appear even more radiant and complementing the shimmering light in the caramel color.

"Does this even need guessing?" Su Qing shook her head and said with a smile.

If you didn't like it before, now you're specifically emphasizing that you want to answer it again.

The answer has been obvious for a long time, hasn't it?

“If you don’t say it, then I can’t answer it.” Mahiru said, leaning slightly forward.

"Hmm... will something bad happen?" Su Qing asked tentatively.

"will not."

The answer Su Qing received was somewhat unexpected.

Yet it makes perfect sense.

He gazed silently at Mahiru's face.

Because of the light, her long flaxen hair shone like molten gold, softly draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the breeze.

"it's beautiful……"

Su Qing's lips moved slightly involuntarily.

"I think so too. How come I never knew before that the sky could look so beautiful before a typhoon arrives?"

Turning around, Mahiru looked up.

The clear blue sky was like a blank canvas, quietly waiting for someone to paint freely.

As if unwilling to be swallowed by the approaching storm, the sun used all its strength to cast its last rays of glory across the sky.

For a while.

The afterglow of the setting sun intertwined with the thick clouds, creating a breathtaking picture.

"It's really...beautiful."

A gentle voice once again escaped from Mahiru's red lips. If there were a bench at that moment, the girl might have been tempted to sit on it and lean against "him" beside her.

"Maybe you were too busy on your way and forgot to look up."

Seeing that Mahiru was looking into the distance, Su Qing followed her example and appreciated the unusual scene.

"It seems I'll have to walk slower from now on and look up at the sky from time to time."

With her hands behind her back, Mahiru smiled slightly.

"That's possible... but when I said 'it's so beautiful,' I wasn't actually referring to that."

Su Qing's words puzzled Mahiru. She subconsciously turned her head and tilted it slightly. "Eh...? Weren't you talking about the sky? What is it...?"

Mahiru's doubts gradually dissipated in the wind, and she seemed to realize something.

Crimson crimson crept up her neck at a visible speed, as if the girl herself had become part of this orange-hued painting.

"I thought you were talking about the sky..."

Turning her gaze away, Mahiru murmured softly.

Since the sky isn't the beautiful thing.

Then... it can only be her.

[We really can't let our guard down against him...]

Mahiru confirmed this in her heart once again.

"Both. All."

Touching her face, Su Qing felt a little embarrassed.

Because of this little incident, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became somewhat silent.

Even the wind seemed to have become somewhat noisy.

No matter how magnificent the scenery, what truly captivates people is the initial amazement upon first sight.

Just like it is now.

Staring at this natural masterpiece, Su Qing had long since grown somewhat bored.

Although this is partly related to his memory.

However, the objective fact of "visual fatigue" remains undeniable.

I was just about to tell Mahiru that it was time to leave.

But they were interrupted by a tiny murmur.

"like……"

It flickers as faintly as a candle in the wind, but when you confidently blow a breath, you are surprised to find that the flame is still shining brightly.

Although Mahiru kept her head down, her long hair obscured her face and eyes.

Su Qing still knew deep down that those words must have come from her mouth.

"what?"

I don't know if they wanted to confirm their favorite object, or simply wanted to hear it again.

In short.

Su Qing asked.

"Didn't you hear me?" Mahiru suddenly raised her head, her long hair instantly turning a golden yellow, sacred and inviolable.

"No."

Su Qing had no choice but to say it against her will.

However, I didn't hear the object I wanted.

It should be considered that it wasn't clear.

Therefore, it shouldn't be against one's conscience.

Saying it is "from the heart" is most fitting.

"I'll say it again. Listen carefully this time."

The girl's voice gradually became sly, but the boy was only thinking about what he had just said and seemed somewhat absent-minded.

"I will hear you clearly, provided you don't deliberately refuse to speak."

After Su Qing finished speaking, she stared motionlessly at the caramel color.