Holy night went out, and the reception room was left with bud grenades and shotaro, advantageous, and windy.
The strained air in the reception room unwinds only a little and at the same time opens his mouth with a face in difficulty to his advantage.
"Mr. Qin Zao and that's what you were..."
I didn't say it properly in my favor and to Lai Luo. Perhaps the well-researched Lailuo might have guessed at the appearance of Kazuya.
Advantage, however, has taken the form of the first hearing from Holy Night about the bud grenade.
"I'm sorry.... Yesterday, I could tell you."
"No, I find it hard to say on purpose... and besides, I think now I might have been more convinced to hear each of that guy's feelings in person than Nanahara did"
Advantage said so, laughing at the bud grenade.
"He's a lot more dependable than we really are when it comes to Nanahara... I won't deny Nanahara's choice"
In an advantageous and gentle voice, he turned his gaze to the wind.
"You can use this place any time you want. We'll be excused first."
Shotaro tells, as he cares about the bud grenades and the wind. And before leaving the reception room, Shotaro turned his gaze to the bud grenade.
"Listen to the man... I think I understand your feelings just a little bit"
Shotaro told him that, leaving the reception room with advantages.
As such, the bud grenade and the wind elegance are alone.
The flowing air is heavy again, straining.
It was Fengya who untied the tension first.
"Guys, why are you listening so well?"
Fengya looked complicated and stared at the bud grenade, in a plundering voice, neither laughing nor crying.
"I'm sorry, buddy. I still don't want to be convinced if I listen to him."
I guess I know for myself there's nothing I can do. "I'm sorry," Fengya said again.
"I didn't want to see that guy. When I met him... I knew I'd lost."
"Lotus Moon..."
Fengya leaned closer to the bud grenade and touched the cheeks of the bud grenade with a painful look on her face.
"Because of me... did you cry? Bud Grey."
In the words of Holy Night, Fengya must have noticed.
To the fact that the bud grenade cried yesterday for damaging the wind.
"I can't believe you're crying for me, buddy grenade is sloppy after all... What do you mean, you're gonna like it?"
I like sprouts. From that feeling, Fengya can hardly escape.
It was the bud grenade that kept me from escaping.
But Fengya didn't regret it.
"It's exactly what that guy told me. Even if I'm in that guy's shoes, I'll stop Shougua.... I don't care if you don't like me, buddy. Even now, because it is."
"I..."
"Don't tell me. Because I know.... I said the same thing, Bud Grey won't snort at me. He's a happy idiot because he doesn't know what's important..."
Fengya put her hands on her eyes, saying so.
"Uh... even though I don't want to cry. Really... I wanted to be a happy idiot too"
"Lotus Moon Kun...... Me"
"Derme. Never say that"
Fengya blocks the "sorry" word of the bud grenade.
Tears overflowing from the gap in his fingers were so beautiful that it was a waste to shed for the bud grenades.
"I'm selfish.... If Bud Grey is going to like someone other than me, I still don't like who they are. It's not easy to admit. Because that's how I like it."
Even if it's not Holy Night, bud grenades chose it, even if it's someone on the board. Fengya refuses to accept that bud grenade choice.
"'Cause I'm by Bud Grey more than anyone, and he makes me laugh about Bud Grey, and yet Bud Grey can't pick me out... there's really nothing I can do anymore, and I can't make excuses... why am I me?... you can't be the kind of person Bud Grey likes."
I couldn't cut the wind's elegant voice, the overflowing tears were gaining more and more mass, and the tears were also overflowing from the eyes of the bud grenade without being able to indulge.
"No... Lotus Moon"
A bud grenade that does not choose the wind elegance can only rest any words you throw up. Hurt the wind again, just suffer.
Still, I didn't want the wind to scorn me.
"Lotus Moon is a very good man. Too good a guy, enough to worry about this one."
"... so why, buddy, don't you like me?
Fengya reveals her messy face with tears.
As painful as my chest is going to be crushed. But I couldn't distract myself from that face.
No more vague excuses.
Fengya has everyone. The wind is fine.
Don't say that. Now I know.
Bud Grenade chose Holy Night, for the real reason...
"Because Lotus Moon can't let you carry even my load"
I can't let the wind carry the baggage that the bud grenades are going to carry.
Of course, I'm not willing to let anyone carry me.
The existence of the Tojo family, however, can be so heavy that it can no longer be carried by bud grenades.
If you can't carry it anymore, bud grenades don't want the wind to carry it with you.
Understanding the load of bud grenades, the only thing that is acceptable is Holy Night.
I want you by the Holy Night.
But if, when the bud grenade collapses, I want you by my side on Holy Night.
He connected the Tojo family and the bud grenades again, if it's Holy Night, I can support the bud grenades from now on.
That's the answer to the bud grenade.
Even if I didn't know the emotion of liking it, only the feeling was clear.
"Shoot grenade's, idiot.... Then you can't eat it down."
Tears make Fengya unable to speak any more words.
Instead, he embraced the bud grenade thing.
He whispered the bud grenade resistance and shook his neck sideways as he sifted, as though to say, "Because I will do nothing".
"Lotus Moon..."
On the back of the wind, I won't turn my hand.
Biting his lips, which seemed to say, "I'm sorry," the bud grenade changed to another word.
"Thank you for liking me.... because you like Lotus Moon, I've changed too."
I have a bud grenade now because he likes the wind.
The feeling of femininity is never wasted.
For bud grenades, the "like" feeling of Fengya is more of a special thought than anyone else.
"Thank you.... thank you, Lotus Moon"
I'm sorry, I told you so many times instead of.
Feng Ya, I'm sure he hasn't convinced yet.
But I didn't push my feelings anymore, like I did yesterday.
"I'm the one, thanks...... Until this time, be nice...... thanks. I knew it... I like it."
Still, he tells me, in a voice that is no different from the old days, that he "likes" not asking for answers.
I didn't put it in my mouth, but I still loved the sprouts.
"Whether you can't keep turning around or be that guy's... I knew I loved buddy grenades"
With all this affection, bud grenade feelings can't be more than friends.
I already know that, too.
"Bud Grey. Because I don't want answers anymore. Because I don't do anything to get you in trouble. So... just forgive me for what I like"
That's Fengya's biggest concession.
Fengya, who tells me so, pointed his favorite smile of bud grenades at me again.