Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

I turned to face Yukinoshita and she just looked away from me.

If i remember correctly.

Yukino recently wrote a love letter to Hayato.

Yukinoshita's mother finally spoke, and the evidence from a few days ago finally surfaced.

"If that's the case, we should make our proposal to the Hayama family."

Yukinoshita's father considered it carefully before nodding in agreement.

"You are right, my dear wife," he said with a smile. "You two are just friends of the same society."

The head of the Yukinoshita Clan looked at me. "that's right?"

Yes.

"Hmm..." The thought formed in my head, but my mouth didn't move.

"Um?"

"Ah...uh..." It's just a simple four-letter word. "Yes", I even just had to say, 'Yes, we're just friends in the club' and the whole thing would work out.

"You're just friends of the Society, aren't you?"

His eyes looked at me, a piercing gaze.

It feels like time and space are frozen, the world is at absolute zero, not a single particle is moving, every velocity vanishes into nothingness.

My heart stopped, I had to answer, I needed to answer.

I can't move anything unless I answer.

"Yes." I coughed out.

Yukinoshita's father sighed.

Was he disappointed by my answer?

......what.

Father, mother and eldest daughter...

They all hold the same smile.

"Well, if that's the case..." Yukinoshita's father said, crossing his legs and arms.His eyes were fixed on me. "May I then ask you to stop seeing my daughter in social settings outside of your club?"

"Um?"

Stop seeing her socially outside of the club? What does that mean? Stop talking to her?

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Actually, consider that maybe it would be best if you disbanded all the societies." His smile spread across his face, as if he were the victorious powers imposing their will and sanctions on the oppressed and defeated By.

This guy is like a judge judging me guilty, guilty, and deserved.

"Father, father?" Yukinoshita said.

"Time wasted. Our time is precious and better spent elsewhere," his wife expressed the sentiment almost literally. "So we're going to resume your home lessons."

"I..." Yukinoshita leaned forward, as if protesting.

But she didn't.

I can't blame her.

In fairy tales, it's women who are scary.

Ursula in The Little Mermaid, Maleficent in Sleeping Beauty, stepsisters and stepmother in Cinderella—these are notable examples.

The father figure in the story is usually good, he is the one who comforts his daughter and cares for her until the end.

I guess that's why they call them fairy tales.

My concern has always been about my mother.To her is like a titan to Zeus.

It makes sense, then, why Ms. Ono shares parts of her personality with Yukinoshita. "Like a mother, like a daughter", this is my idea.I thought all the cold I was feeling from home was coming from a woman named Yukinoshita.

No.

She just got used to the name.

The person before me was such a person.

The guy I met at a party; I took him for granted.

at this point.This is Yukinoshita's father's true face.And not that goof at the party who seems so laid back and open.

This is the leader of the Chiba Prefectural Council, who can make people bow down and make thousands of souls submit to him.

His icy expression and icy smile...he is Blizzard, and Yukinoshita Yukino who sits under the lamp silently reading her book is nothing more than a snowflake.

My skin felt nothing but cold sweat.

My heart rate slowed down, as if I were a cold-blooded reptile.

My body was shaking like it was hypothermic.

His message was clear:

Stay away from my daughter.

The head of the Yukinoshita Clan announces: "I think we're leaving..."

Except for the youngest daughter, all the Yukinoshita family got up at the same time.

"Ah...stay for dinner please," Mom insisted.

"I'd love to...but we have other appointments. We're visiting a close family friend tonight. But, maybe we can arrange dinner on another date through my secretary?" Yukinoshita said the mother.

I could hear it in her distant voice: We'll never sit down to eat with you.

forever.

"Well...don't do that." Yukinoshita's father seemed to have noticed this too. "I'm telling you, my MP campaign fundraiser is coming. I'll send you an invite!"

At that time, Yukinoshita's father took over the Frozen Throne from the Lich King and became the local councilor of Chiba.

Terrible.

They all have the same smile.

So scary.

"We'll love it." My mom agreed. "How do you feel, honey?" she asked my father.

Father nodded vigorously.

When Yukinoshita's parents started walking towards the door, Hino stood behind. "Xue Naojiang, it's time to go," she called to her sister.

"Ah..." Yukinoshita raised his head. "I......"

"Snowy."

Yukinoshita strengthened her tone.

It's not cold, it's not.

Nothing, really.

However, there is a level of power and authority in the words spoken by humans that makes everyone in the room freeze.

Yukinoshita stood there helplessly.Then she turned to me.

She murmured something.

I wish she hadn't said it.

In fact, I wish I could forget what she did.

A few minutes later, Yukinoshita left my house.

She got into the black sedan with her family and drove off.

That's it, she's gone.

We ate dinner quietly.My parents jokingly asked me some questions about Yukinoshita.

I am too lazy to answer.

Anyway, Komachi did most of the answering.

Hehe, maybe my sister knows Yukinoshita better than I do.

I don't feel hungry, so I go back to my room.

Lying in bed, rubbing my runny nose, I remembered what was left under the snow:

Smelly oils and herbal teas.

I sniffed them.The thought of Yukinoshita holding the wine bottle up to my nose reminded me again.

She took care of me today and made sure I recovered...  

And all because she felt it was her responsibility.

I can't pay her back.

Humans want to forget what happened in their life.

They want to ignore it, they want to forget it's there.

How is it possible for first world countries to grow so fat if they don't think about starving children in war-torn, disease-ridden third world countries? Modern society is full of escapism.Whether it's going online, reading a book, or going to the bathroom to eat, people prefer to avoid conflict.

They want answers but are afraid to fight for them.

People are weak.

They are afraid of change, so they curl up in a ball and repeat the lies from the cave.It's a drug that keeps them going.Chronic diseases they have to live with.

They are disgusting people.

and......

....

me too.

......No.

I'm even worse.

How weak I am.

I'm just scared.

I'm the worst.

I spent all my youth despising and hating all these liars and superficial things in the world - watching people keep lying, both to each other and to themselves - but I kept forgetting one key truth:

I am the biggest liar of them all.

I hate myself.

The night was very dark.The air is cold.

My eyes are on the moon, peering behind the clouds.

The clouds appeared thin, as if a blizzard had been unleashed from their guts, exhausting them.

But there is no snowstorm today.

It doesn't even rain or hail, it rarely snows in Chiba, and few girls are named after it because it snowed the day she was born.

It didn't snow today.

But it's not snow that's cooling the world.

The world is just an unforgiving place.

The clouds drifted away, they departed, and the time passed, in its natural order, and I lay on my bed watching it all.

Insomnia creeps up on me, as if I have enough caffeine in my blood to last me ten lifetimes.My eyes were glued to the glass, looking at the moon, the clouds and the darkened sky.

A snowflake fell from the sky and disappeared.

Maybe this is the last slice.