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Jufeng could not recall when he had fallen asleep; he only knew that in the end, he had completely emptied his mind, allowing the flowing passage of time to gently cleanse his thoughts until he finally drifted off.
The next morning, Jufeng got out of bed, stretching his body to shake off the fatigue of the previous day, along with some lingering feelings of confusion. As someone struggling through the mundane world, Jufeng felt he had no right to waste more time on emotional ups and downs. No matter how great the turmoil, it must be decisively settled by the next day.
Thus, with a fresh start, Jufeng also embraced a renewed spirit.
Stepping out of his room, he found Ikeda's parents already engrossed in their books and tending to their plants. It seemed to be the same routine they followed day after day. However, both appeared to be enjoying themselves, showing no signs of boredom whatsoever.
Jufeng greeted them politely, and Ikeda Dad put down his book to engage in friendly conversation with him.
In casual chatter, Jufeng learned that Ikeda Kenji had already left home for work. As an underboss of a global gang, he was naturally burdened with trivial matters—something Jufeng, as a carefree individual, might not fully appreciate.
Ikeda Dad expressed a hint of apology: "Wind, please don't take it the wrong way. Yahui stayed up too late last night, which is why she hasn't gotten up yet. Please understand and let her sleep a bit longer."
Jufeng smiled gently and replied, "Uncle, there's no need for concern. Let her sleep; we don't have anything urgent. I'm happy to chat with you."
Ikeda Dad nodded in satisfaction and resumed discussing topics they hadn't finished from the night before. Meanwhile, Ikeda Mom watered the plants while preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The breakfast would be simple enough for one person to manage easily.
In the morning, the sun rose quickly; what had been cool and refreshing soon turned warm. It was rare for Ikeda Masahiro not to be one of those who lingered in bed; even dragging him out with an excavator would be difficult.
After about half an hour, Ikeda Masahiro emerged from his room. His hair was even messier after a night’s sleep but added a touch of homely warmth to his appearance.
Under Ikeda Dad's gentle reprimands, Ikeda Masahiro reluctantly went to wash up. Before leaving, he shot a glare at Jufeng as if to say that if he weren't there, he wouldn't have to endure such misery.
Ikeda Masahiro was quick in getting ready; within about a minute, he transformed into someone entirely different—just needing formal clothes before stepping out into public scrutiny.
Breakfast was ready just in time. At Ikeda Mom's call, the four of them gathered around the table to eat. After finishing their meal and before they could clear away the dishes, Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro were hurriedly ushered out by the two elders who praised them for taking Jufeng to enjoy the sights of England and insisted they wouldn't return until evening.
Once on the street, observing the bustling flow of people around them, Jufeng turned to Ikeda Masahiro, who was dressed casually, and asked, "Which direction are we heading?"
Ikeda Masahiro raised her hand to shield her forehead from the direct sunlight and murmured, "I tell you, I usually don’t go out shopping. If something happens later, you’d better find a way to deal with it."
Jufeng looked at Ikeda Masahiro, understanding what she meant. She was wearing loose casual pants, a relaxed top, and a pair of brand-new flats, looking like a girl ready to break into street dance. Yet even in such conservative attire, she became the most eye-catching sight on the street.
Standing there was already a spectacle; if they were shopping, it would naturally attract a lot of attention. And once there were too many onlookers, trouble would come knocking at their door. The saying "beauty brings disaster" was probably referring to this.
Jufeng put his hands in his pockets to appear as harmless as possible. He smiled and said, "What are you worried about? This is your brother's territory. Even if something happens, isn’t he there to back you up?"
Ikeda Masahiro shot him a disdainful glance and casually pointed in a direction as she walked, saying, "If Yamura were here, he definitely wouldn’t say something so spineless."
Jufeng quickened his pace to catch up with Ikeda Masahiro and asked, "Who is Yamura?"
"He’s the closed-door disciple of Martial Sovereign. Didn’t you see him yesterday? By the way, I’m really curious about one thing: if you fought him, who would win?"
Ikeda Masahiro took out a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and put them on nonchalantly. Jufeng was taken aback by how casually she treated such an expensive pair of shades.
Without thinking, Jufeng replied, "Would you believe me? After all, he’s your brother’s subordinate. If I could beat him, wouldn’t that be quite impolite?"
Ikeda Masahiro stopped and looked at Jufeng through her sunglasses. "But I believe you." Then she hailed a taxi and spoke a place name in English, prompting both of them to switch from walking to riding.
"Well, it’s hard to draw conclusions without having fought. But one thing is for sure: he definitely can’t defeat me."
Jufeng gave a vague answer in the car; however, Ikeda Masahiro had already formed her judgment deep down. She had seen Jufeng's match against Lance and knew who had the upper hand. She had also witnessed Hayamura Shuichi's fight with Lance and had her own scale of comparison.
The two sat in relative silence in the car until it finally stopped at a place resembling a park. Ikeda Masahiro promptly handed over money to pay the fare while Jufeng fumbled in his pocket, suddenly feeling a bit flushed—he was indeed somewhat embarrassed.
As they got out and walked into the park, Jufeng realized just how unique this park was. From the outside, it seemed ordinary; but upon entering, it felt as if they had stepped into a fairy-tale world.
The blossoms were all in soft pink hues, as if painted by the hand of a master artist, each petal so clear and yet so fantastical. Jufeng had seen many beautiful sights, but none compared to the visual feast and emotional resonance before him—the ground was covered in cherry blossoms, a scene filled with warmth that was utterly captivating.
Ikeda Masahiro introduced, "This is the largest Sakura Park in England. Every spring, I come here to see it. It's a pity you arrived a bit late; they are already starting to fall."
Jufeng gazed at the cherry trees, immersed in the world of flowers. He thought to himself how even the impending fall of the blossoms was so beautifully ethereal; he could only imagine how stunning it must be when they were in full bloom.
Ikeda Masahiro bent down, scooping a handful of cherry blossoms into his palm, then suddenly tossed them into the air. The petals fell like rain, swirling gracefully around them. A woman laughed amidst the shower of flowers, her laughter washing over Jufeng's heart.
The beauty of the flower rain was enchanting, and the presence of people within it made it even more exquisite!
However, before they could fully indulge in this delightful experience, a sudden scream jolted both Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro. Their eyes met amidst the falling petals, and without a word, they both ran toward the source of the sound.
(To be continued)
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