My Love Options Are A Bit Difficult

Chapter 368

2021-04-21

Chapter 368 Is this a strategy guide?

Natsume Kaede returned home almost ten o'clock in the evening.

I opened the door and shook the rain on the umbrella in my hand. I stomped my feet to disperse the drops of water on the soles of my feet before walking inside.

To his surprise, the lights in the hall were not turned on, and the heating was not turned on. Even if the door was closed, it was not much warmer than outside.

Backhand habitually close the door, press the light switch at hand, and insert the umbrella in the handle into the umbrella bucket at the entrance.

After tidying up his clothes a bit, the subconsciously moved towards Amamiya Izumi's room looked at it, and there was no movement from the closed door.

The house is still as tidy as it always was. It can be seen that someone has cleaned it. After all, as long as it is not cleaned for a day, it will be covered with dust.

"Are you asleep?"

Natsume Kaede whispered.

Holding the black box wrapped in a plastic bag in his arms, he stood at the door and hesitated for a while, but the act of knocking on the door was silently retracted.

If you want to say something, leave it to tomorrow. Today is already very late, and there is no need to come here to talk about Bingzhuye.

I poured myself a glass of water, turned off the light and went upstairs, turned on the heating in the return to house room, and sat down cross-legged on the square table.

Om~ Turn on the phone, it is a message.

Kagura Jingye: [Counting the time, Natsume-kun probably has already arrived home, right? ]

Natsume Kaede: [The time is accurate. ]

Kagura Jingye: [Since this is the case, I will take a rest to avoid Natsume-kun after reading the "gift" and then ask me something. I don't want to explain too much. ]

Natsume Kaede: [Get a break early. 】

Seeing that there is no other information on the phone, and the time has come almost late at night, he thought about it or gave up on the phone call with the girl.

After taking a sip of the cold water, he put the cup on the corner of the table, and he fixed his eyes on the black box.

The plastic bag wrapping the box is full of water drops. After the coat is removed and thrown into the trash can, Natsume Kaede can take a closer look.

Stared for a while.

Very ordinary.

It's probably the kind of ordinary to very abnormal box. Although it is black, the whole is wood. It feels clear to the fingertips, and there is a little in the center of the closed box. The rusty brass buckle did not drop the lock or the like, or the lock has been removed.

The windows are constantly hit by the rain outside. This white noise is inexplicably reassuring.

Natsume Kaede opened the box without hesitation.

The things inside are also immediately obvious at a glance.

There are no intimidating toy snakes or other animals, and no girl’s intimate personal items, just a thick stack of photos, and there seems to be a kraft paper envelope underneath.

Natsume Kaede picked up the thick pile of photos, the weight was not light.

It seems that it is often read by people, or because it has taken a long time to wash out. The four corners of the photo are slightly curled, and the overall color is pale yellow.

Looking through the photos in the hands of Natsume Kaede, a faint rubbing sound appeared in the quiet room.

There is a very interesting phenomenon.

He flipped through these photos as if looking at the flowers, but in the last few photos, they were renewed like a cliff. They were in sharp contrast with the shabby and yellowed photos before, as if they were only recently. Washed out the same.

And the content on the photo also confirmed his conjecture.

The image in these photos is not someone else, but himself! That's right.

From the first one to the last one, except for a somewhat incomprehensible photo in the middle, all the rest are all by Natsume Kaede himself.

Whether it's the back view in the street or the side face during the meal, or the front face looking into the camera in the last picture, the protagonist in each photo is himself.

These photos of Natsume Kaede are even blushed with shame.

After a rough calculation, there must be at least hundreds of photos, which means that Kagura Jingye secretly photographed himself hundreds of times even though most of them were in school.

This kind of behavior seems to be illegal in the island country, right?

Natsume Kaede did not find in her memory that she had taken a picture of herself, and then heard some shutter press sound, which means that she was silent when she was taking pictures of herself.

This is definitely illegal.

But it makes people feel a little unhappy.

Sitting cross-legged alone in front of the square tabletop, he was silent for a while.

He took another sip of his cold water, picked out the strange photo and put it aside, and then took out the letter at the bottom of the box.

The envelope is the simplest kind of kraft paper bag. It feels very strong to the touch, and it also smells of "new".

It will not take too long to write this letter.

This is an idea that popped up in his heart.

Open the letter, it really is, the handwriting is still a bit wet, and the ink smell is still relatively strong.

He was sure that even if the letter was wet by rain, it would not smell like that, so he had already made a judgment in his heart.

Juanxiulu's sparse fonts once again surfaced in front of them.

【Mr. Natsume, sincerely. ]

[I didn’t expect to write this letter in a hurry, but it was actually the reason I didn’t have the courage to tell it face-to-face. ]

[When I started writing, my thoughts were already a bit unclear. It may be that my mind was a little irrational when I heard the news, and I even wanted to escape with a drink, but I knew I still had to face it. Your own true thoughts. ]

[To be honest, I was surprised when I saw you again, Mr. Natsume's change was from the inside out, like a change of soul, but this does not prevent me from continuing to like you. ]

[As for Natsume-kun’s thoughts on me, I have actually seen clearly, but in fact, I am not too disgusted. ]

[Just as it was normal for a warrior to have three wives and four concubines in the past, even with various constraints, it is actually only a superficial phenomenon. ]

[Truely talented and attractive people are not restricted like the world, just like my father, so I understand very well. ]

[Actually, I am not the kind of woman who loves spring flowers. I just like you to the extent of obsessiveness, so I said these words. ]

[If Natsume-kun can make me rise from "like" to "love" for you, I am not unable to accept the situation you imagined. ]

[Naturally, I am not a humble woman. If my love for you fades, I will explain the situation myself. ]

[Of course, if you have no intention, please forget my words. 】

So far Juanxiu’s handwriting has not been signed last time, and there is no need to sign another.

Compared to the last time I wrote something in sticky notes, although I was rushed this time, I still have an envelope at least.

But these words that Kagura Jingye said are too strange, and even the strange description is not very appropriate.

Why did it seem to give yourself a guide to guide her?

Is this a reduction in the difficulty of the game? Natsume Kaede didn't understand the unintelligible picture until she wanted to turn off the light before going to bed.

The content of the photo is nothing, or it can be said that it is dark.

But when he wanted to put the strangest picture back in the box, he found a line of writing on the back.

"The fifth time I want to go to the fireworks festival with Natsume-san."

The fifth time I want to go to the fireworks festival?

He turned the photo over and looked at it carefully. After a while, he seemed to understand what it was.

The night sky.

The night sky without anything.

It's just the color fireworks that can render the sky.

In other words, does she still have such an obsession in her heart.

Fireworks?

Natsume Kaede's heart moved and instantly opened his game panel.

In the penultimate column of the item column, a pale-gold card lies quietly in it.