He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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Shirakawa was prepared to comfort the crying Sakura, and also prepared to be beaten up by the enraged Sakura.

But things didn't go as Shirakawa expected.

Sakura patted Shirakawa's shoulder lightly and said casually, "Haha, I knew it all along, I knew it would be like this all along. I was just acting all along. I didn't expect you, you otaku, to get so carried away. How could you possibly be worthy of the all-knowing and all-powerful Sakura-sama?"

"Aren't you angry?"

"What's there to be angry about? You don't actually think I like you, do you, you otaku~ Otaku~" Sakura, as usual, grinned and teased Shirakawa.

"I can rest assured that."

The streetlights went out at that very moment.

Shirakawa's eyes hadn't adjusted to the sudden darkness, so he couldn't see Sakura's expression or movements.

Sakura lowered her eyes, her hands gripping the bag strap tightly, her body trembling slightly.

"Let's hurry home, or Mom will worry." Sakura's voice was tinged with a hint of tears.

"Oh, good."

Shirakawa wasn't stupid. He said he was relieved, but he understood how Sakura felt at that moment.

But there was nothing he could do but pretend that none of this had happened.

This is the best method Shirakawa could do.

Sakura hurried along, her pace much faster than before, with Shirakawa following behind her.

I arrived at my building quickly and took the elevator.

Shirakawa pressed the elevator button and glanced back at Sakura.

Sakura smiled and waved, as if nothing had happened.

Shirakawa could only look up at the monitor that was slowly changing the floor numbers, silently praying that time would pass faster.

Faster.

The elevator arrived at its destination, the doors slowly opened, and the two people got off.

Sakura's house is closer to the elevator than Shirakawa's house.

Sakura first inserted the key and opened her own front door.

Shirakawa turned around; he still wanted to say something.

"Um, Sakura..."

The words of comfort that Shirakawa had just prepared suddenly vanished the moment he saw Sakura.

He felt like a complete jerk, even worse than Huang Mao.

"Ah, Shirakawa-nii, I had a lot of fun today, thank you." Sakura smiled sweetly.

"Ah."

"I'm going home now, see you tomorrow." Sakura waved her little hand.

"See you tomorrow."

Sakura entered the room and closed the door behind her. Kana was wiping the table and doing housework in the living room.

"Welcome back, Sakura. How was your day? Next time, be sure to come earlier..."

Kana slowly raised her head, saw Sakura, and suddenly stopped talking.

Although Sakura appears to be perfectly normal, how could her mother, who raised them with such hardship, not know the true thoughts hidden beneath Sakura's smiling "mask"?

"Sakura, what happened?" Kana put down the rag, got up and came to Sakura, asking with concern.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Sakura waved her hands repeatedly, pretending that nothing had happened.

Kana opened her arms and hugged Sakura tightly, gently stroking her back.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Sakura kept repeating in her mother's arms.

"Okay, I know you're okay." Kana still held her. "It's alright... everything will be alright."

These words seemed to touch a fragile thread in Sakura's heart, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her voice becoming choked with sobs.

"Waaaaah, waaaaah, something's wrong." Sakura cried loudly in her mother's arms.

Midori Kana didn't say anything, she just gently stroked Sakura's back.

"Shirakawa...Shirakawa-nii doesn't want me anymore." Sakura clutched her mother's clothes tightly, her tears soaking a large patch of Kana's clothes.

"Hmm." Midori Kana probably guessed it; Sakura's confession was probably rejected.

"Why? Why? Is it something I did wrong? Is it because I kept making fun of Shirakawa-nii?" Sakura shouted loudly. She couldn't understand why Shirakawa would suddenly say it was a misunderstanding when everything was on track.

Why not just let things happen naturally and enjoy a sweet romance?

"It's okay, it'll be alright." Kana didn't say anything, letting Sakura vent her emotions in her arms.

Let's have a private chat with Shirakawa-kun if we have the chance.

It wasn't just because of Sakura, but also because of "Shirakawa's sister".

84. The night is not over yet.

Shirakawa returned home filled with guilt.

The living room lights were on, but no one was home.

I could faintly hear soft rustling sounds coming from my second bedroom.

Shirakawa approached and suddenly opened the door.

The silver-haired girl was squatting on the ground, crying loudly, while Maki held a comic book in her hand, looking somewhat lost.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Maki quickly comforted her.

Hmm? That's strange. I didn't hear the white-haired girl crying when I first entered the house, but she started crying as soon as I opened the door...

Well...

"Hey, Maki-nee, I want to go to bed early tonight. Could you take my sister to the master bedroom to rest?"

"Of course, little sister, don't cry, don't cry." Maki helped the silver-haired girl leave Shirakawa's room.

After they all left, Shirakawa changed out of his expensive clothes, folded them carefully like a treasure, put them in his small wardrobe, changed into a simple tracksuit, lay on the ground, did push-ups, and recalled the strange things that had just happened.

What are Maki and the silver-haired girl doing in my room? Are they trying to coax a child with comics? She's too young to understand them anyway.

Also, the entire room looks like it's been moved around; the bed is made too neatly, without a single wrinkle, which is unusual for Shirakawa, who doesn't usually make his bed...

In conclusion, this is the conclusion Shirakawa reached.

The silver-haired girl seemed to have regained consciousness and was apparently searching for something in her room with Maki.

Maki, who was overly obsessed with herself, suddenly started rummaging through her things with that strange girl pretending to be a baby, which made Shirakawa a little unhappy.

It's like someone has a strong liking for you, and then suddenly betrays you. Also, there are many personal belongings in the room, and Shirakawa doesn't like others touching them.

But then again, what are they looking for?

There wasn't anything valuable in the room; all that Leng could say was a pile of notebooks and comics.

That's all they could find.

Shirakawa took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

If that girl retained her memories, she would definitely be looking for this; she wants the power of hypnosis.

However, this pocket watch can no longer hypnotize people; it can only be used to tell time.

Use it to quickly fool that girl away.

She got the pocket watch and went home. Even if she found that it couldn't hypnotize her, she couldn't find herself to do "after-sales" repairs.

Shirakawa got up, went to the master bedroom, knocked on the door and went in.

The silver-haired girl was playing with her pillow on the bed, having a great time, while Maki clapped and cheered her on.

The acting was quite realistic.

Shirakawa walked to the wardrobe, deliberately showing off the pocket watch in his hand, and then tucked it into the gap between the clothes in the wardrobe.

"Maki-nee. There are very important things in the closet, so don't touch them."

This is a classic case of "protesting too much," and Shirakawa wants the silver-haired girl to believe that what's in the cabinet is his precious hypnotic pocket watch.

Actually, this behavior is quite stupid. A normal person would probably not fall for such an obvious trick if they used their brain a little.

But the pocket watch was still the same pocket watch, looking exactly the same. How would she know it couldn't hypnotize her if she didn't use it?

"Okay, okay, I understand." Maki nodded repeatedly.

The silver-haired girl standing to the side looked at the cabinet with secret delight, forgetting all about pretending to cry.

"Then I'm going back to my room to sleep. You all should get some rest too." Shirakawa left, closing the door to the master bedroom behind him.