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Hayakawa said something and then turned his head to go to sleep.

"Ah."

As Fumino Furuhashi watched this scene unfold, a hint of pleasure suddenly appeared on her face as she looked at the blank-faced boy in front of her.

……

Hayakawa didn't know how she got back to the hotel. She might have taken a taxi or walked from outside, otherwise why would she be completely soaked?

All he remembered was that as soon as he got off the bus, he pushed Ogata Riju, who was sleeping on his shoulder, to Furuhashi Fumino. Furuhashi Fumino quickly took her, and Ogata Riju was awakened by this action. She looked at Hayakawa in front of her with sleepy eyes and a little blankness.

A pang of guilt flashed through Hayakawa's mind, which then turned into coldness.

He just wanted to get back to his room and rest as soon as possible.

Once in the room, Hayakawa ignored the rain soaking her clothes and collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.

He couldn't sleep that night. Despite being exhausted and his mind filled with drowsiness, he just couldn't fall asleep. Sitting by the window watching the raging rain outside, he felt drowsy and his body remained motionless, yet his mind was perfectly clear.

The night passed in this way. Dawn was breaking, but the rain showed no sign of stopping and continued to pour down. There was not a single pedestrian on the roadside, and the empty streets were devoid of the sounds of cars and people, with only the cacophony of rain in the background.

Hayakawa checked the letter once, then threw it on the bed, laboriously carried his luggage out the door, paused for a moment as he passed the door of the next room, then turned and walked away, the rolling wheels dragging on the corridor floor, making a screeching sound.

At the end of the dimly lit corridor was the elevator, the most vivid thing in his vision. Its bright yellow light seemed like a kind of salvation to him. Soon the elevator arrived, and Hayakawa stepped onto the soft carpet in the elevator lobby and pressed the button for the first floor.

The "ding-dong" sound rang out, and Hayakawa stumbled out of the elevator. The luggage that was easy to pick up before was now very difficult to drag, as he hadn't slept for two days. He staggered straight through the lobby, his eyes fixed on the glass revolving door at the end.

"Guest, are you checking out?"

The voice of a hostess came from the reception desk next to us.

check out?

Upon hearing this, Hayakawa's drowsy mind seemed to be suddenly illuminated by a ray of light in the fog, bringing a sliver of clarity.

Yes, he wants to check out.

It's not for any other reason than to leave this place and part ways with my past self.

Stepping out of that door, he becomes a completely new person, a completely new Hayakawa.

"Yes, I want a refund..."

Hayakawa slumped over the front desk, gritting his teeth as he reached for his card, but suddenly stopped.

He remembered the letter he had left on his bed. It was a letter he wanted to leave for Gu Qiao and the others. If they didn't see the letter, they wouldn't know where he had gone and might worry and search for him all over the city.

"I'm not going to return it..."

Hayakawa withdrew his hand from his pocket and looked up, looking dejected.

"Ok."

Looking at Hayakawa's pale, bloodless face, the receptionist assumed that Hayakawa must have gone out to see a doctor.

"Rooms 404 and 403 were booked by me and two girls who came with me,"

After hesitating for a moment, Hayakawa managed to maintain a sliver of clarity and said to the front desk, "Deduct the cost of these two rooms from my membership card. Don't bother those two girls."

"Ok."

The receptionist understood immediately and responded with a smile.

Hayakawa thought for a moment, then took out his room key from his pocket and handed it to the front desk: "This is my room key. If the two of them come down and ask me where I am, just say you don't know. Say that I left early this morning and don't know where I went. If they want to use my room 403, give them a new room key."

"Good customer."

Although the receptionist didn't understand what was going on, she still smiled and nodded. Faced with a guest with a high-level membership card, she knew she didn't dare to ask anything and just had to obey.

Hayakawa nodded, then picked up the luggage handles with both hands and dragged it out of the hotel.

……

I stood for a while at the crossroads in front of the hotel. It was raining heavily, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street. There were quite a few cars on the road, though. The wind was howling, making me want to get out of bed and stay warm with the blankets. But Hayakawa stood by the roadside, holding his suitcase handle and not moving, letting the rain fall on his shoulders and head.

Emptiness, desolation, resentment, anger... a variety of emotions swirled in his heart, making him forget the physical pain and the coldness around him. Only waves of drowsiness assaulted his mind, making him unable to stand steadily. He could only look up at the gray sky, and the cold raindrops made him more awake.

Hayakawa looked up at the sky for a while, and then saw a taxi slowly driving towards him through the rain not far away.

Hayakawa reached out and stopped him, then opened the car door and struggled to push the suitcase inside. He tried several times but couldn't move it, and instead, he seemed to fall into a puddle because of his unsteady steps.

The driver leaned out from the front to open the door: "Sir, would you like my help?"

"…Need not."

Hayakawa took a deep breath, pushed his luggage into the car, and stood there catching his breath for a long time before getting into the car himself.

The driver looked at Hayakawa, who was soaking wet, but didn't say a word. Taxis in Japan are ridiculously expensive, so even if the mat is dirty, you still have to greet them with a smile; it's all part of the service.

"Where are you going, sir?"

The taxi driver gave a formulaic smile, and his voice came through the speaker in the back seat: "It must be cold outside. There's hot milk and water on your left. Please have a cup if you don't mind."

“No…”

Hayakawa shook his head and reluctantly said, "Let's go to Mikazuki-ji Temple."

"Mikazuki Temple?"

The taxi driver looked confused: "I know there's Kajoji Temple, Sapporo Honji Temple, and Nankiji Temple in Sapporo, and there's also Nichigetsuji Temple in Otaru next door, but I've never heard of Mikazukiji Temple? Is this in Sapporo city?"

"do not know…"

Hayakawa shook his head; his mind was now a complete blank, like an AI capable of only simple conversations.

Do you have a map?

The driver hesitated.

"Look at this."

Hayakawa thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket, opened the map his mother had sent him, and handed it out through the fabric opening in front of him.

"Oh, so this is Kagawa Street."

The driver glanced at his phone and immediately realized what was going on. He then looked slightly embarrassed and said, "We're already outside the city limits, it's a bit far, so it will be more expensive."

"..."

Hayakawa slumped dejectedly in the back seat and said, "Just drive."

So the car slowly drove through the rain.

……

Room 404 of the hotel was dimly lit. Thick, dark purple silk curtains completely blocked out the rain and light from the window, turning the entire room into a deep, dark world. The only sound was the fine rain hitting the glass. Just being in the room made one feel a sense of tranquility and sleepiness, and one could not help but feel at ease.

The air conditioner was operating silently, its wafting hot air filling the room with a comfortable temperature. On the two adjacent beds in the center of the room, a young girl was asleep with her eyes closed. Her delicate, flower-like body was stretched out quietly, her fair, frost-like forearms resting beside her beautiful face. Her exquisite nose moved slightly with her even breathing, and her chest rose and fell almost imperceptibly.

Suddenly, as if moved by something, the blue-haired girl's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, which reflected the scene in the room.

The empty and dimly lit room was very quiet. If it weren't for Ogata Riju on the bed next to her, Fumino Furuhashi would have felt a little scared.

"Hayakawa..."

Fumino Furuhashi called out instinctively, but received no response. She paused for a moment before realizing what was happening.

I must have been stupid. How could Hayakawa possibly be in this room?

Still half-asleep, Fumino Furuhashi smiled slightly and reached for her phone in a daze: "What time is it?"

Feeling around in the dark from beside the pillow until she touched the hard rectangular object, Fumino Furuhashi unplugged the charging cable and turned on her phone. Instantly, a blinding light appeared in the pitch-black room, illuminating the girl's beautiful face.

The current time is displayed in the center of the starry sky background on the phone screen.

5:45

"Wow, it's so early..."

Fumino Furuhashi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the time, yawned, and wanted to go back to sleep. But then she heard the faint sound of rain outside the window and asked in surprise, "Has the rain not stopped yet?"

She glanced at Ogata Riju, who had kicked off the blankets and was sleeping in a very unsightly sprawling position, and shook her head helplessly. Then she carefully got out of bed, went to the window, and lifted a small part of the curtain.

A sliver of light shone through the window. The drizzling rain continued, growing heavier and showing no signs of stopping. Seeing this, Fumino Furuhashi looked troubled and dissatisfied: "What are we going to do?"

I was planning to go out today, but with this much rain, I probably won't be able to.

Fumino Furuhashi stood by the window, her brows furrowed, watching the rain falling steadily across the sky. Suddenly, a thought struck her. She glanced back at Riju Ogata, who was still fast asleep behind her, and a bold idea popped into her head.

Hayakawa is probably still sleeping in the next room right now.

And Ri-chan is sleeping now.

It's raining outside, which might affect my plans for today. I'll go next door to find Hayakawa and discuss what to do...

That should be reasonable.

"..."

Fumino Furuhashi blinked, then glanced at Rizu Ogata, who was scratching her stomach, before guiltily looking away.

Why do I feel this inexplicable guilt?! I wasn't trying to sneak away while Ri-chan was sleeping; I needed to talk to Hayakawa about our travel plans because of the rain!

Besides, Riko is sleeping so soundly right now, how could I have the heart to wake her up? I'd rather suffer the pain myself.

Fumino Furuhashi tried to find reasons for herself in her mind. She couldn't help but think of the time when Ogata Riju fell asleep on the plane with her head resting on Hayakawa's shoulder. Even though she was unwilling at the time, she still didn't let Hayakawa wake her up. Thinking of this, Fumino Furuhashi made up her mind.

I don't call her Xing Lizhu because I am kind. I didn't call her that then, and I don't call her that now. That's perfectly reasonable.

Fumino Furuhashi gritted her teeth slightly and walked past Riju Ogata's bedside. Soon she reached the entrance hall, and then guiltily glanced back to make sure that Riju Ogata didn't suddenly sit up and stare at her like in some horror dramas. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief and cautiously leave the house.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the door opening made Fumino Furuhashi's heart skip a beat. She quickly went out the door, turned around and closed it, and only then did she calm down and look at room 403 next to her.

After hesitating for a moment, she walked to the door next door and gently pressed the doorbell.

Hayakawa usually wakes up at six o'clock, and he's about the same time now. He's always been a light sleeper, so if I call him now, he'll definitely wake up.

Fumino Furuhashi thought for a moment and then gently pressed the doorbell.

"Ding dong~"

"..."

"Hayakawa?"

Chapter 279 First Arrival at the Temple

After ringing the doorbell for ages, there was still no sound from inside, leaving Fumino Furuhashi, who had been waiting anxiously at the door for a long time, looking bewildered.

"Hey, does that mean he's still not awake?"

Fumino Furuhashi scratched her face, then frowned slightly, wondering if she had disturbed Hayakawa's sleep by knocking on the door.

Normally Hayakawa would be awake by now, but he didn't look well yesterday and had climbed a mountain. Even if he had soaked in a hot spring to relax, he would probably be very tired, so it's normal for him to sleep a little longer.

Let's go back first.

Fumino Furuhashi felt the dryness on her face and realized that she hadn't washed her face or hair before coming over, and her face immediately felt hot.

She sneaked out of her room to find a man without even washing her face and with her hair all messy. Could it be that she had been infected with frivolity by some frivolous, busty loli?

Go back and get yourself ready first. Come find Hayakawa after you've dried your hair; he'll definitely be awake by then.

Fumino Furuhashi thought for a moment, then turned and went back to her room. She planned to wash up. Although Riju Ogata was sleeping, she thought that as long as she kept her voice down, she wouldn't disturb her. That way, she could hurry up and go out to find Hayakawa to discuss things.

Fumino Furuhashi's face flushed slightly, and she quickened her pace.

Unaware that the door to the room behind her was swaying almost imperceptibly in the wind, it was clear that the door was not locked.

……

Hayakawa leaned back in the taxi, slumped in the chair, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Having not slept for two whole nights, drowsiness was now overwhelming him, making him feel drowsy and wishing he could just fall asleep in the car. But he knew he couldn't sleep now, because they would arrive at the temple soon.

His upper eyelids drooped heavily over his lower eyelids. Hayakawa wished he could use a bamboo pole to prop them up, but he couldn't control his thoughts from sinking deeper and deeper into pain.

Since awakening as an emperor, he has spent countless sleepless nights, but this is definitely the most exhausted moment of his life. This deep drowsiness comes not only from the fatigue of travel and two days without sleep, but also from the depths of his soul.

He wanted to take a complete rest, a rest as if he were giving up on himself, without thinking about studying or defeating anyone, just lying in bed and sleeping soundly.

At this moment, the sky over Sapporo was beginning to brighten, and the streets were gradually becoming more crowded. Although everyone was holding umbrellas and marking out their territory, the sporadic voices and car horns instantly filled the world with vibrant colors.

The last vestiges of neon lights barely sustained the final twilight of dawn, their splendor tinged with a sense of powerlessness. The streetlights, glowing faintly in the rain, seemed insignificant in the face of the gradually breaking dawn, eventually disappearing without a trace. The continuous rain throughout the night could not stop the city's revival; the brief rainy night could not plunge everything into desolation. The world would eventually return to light and warmth, but Hayakawa was lost in a blur, drifting aimlessly like an ant in a frying pan. Every inch of her reason, every inch of her skin, seemed to be torn apart and crumpled into a ball, a living hell.