Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 824 - 489: About Uesugi: He’s Both a Dummy and a Pervert

Chapter 824: Chapter 489: About Uesugi: He’s Both a Dummy and a Pervert

Standing on the balcony, Uesugi Sakura took a deep breath to ease the emotions and depression accumulated in his heart.

He could understand Hanamaru Hanabi’s desire to explain her feelings.

That feeling of not being believed, yet wanting to prove oneself.

"Sakura-kun..." On the balcony, Hanamaru Hanabi called him in a soft voice, "Actually... Hanabi knows that the other Hanabi is just herself, it’s a lot of thoughts inside Hanabi... things she’s thought about but didn’t dare to say or do..."

Uesugi Sakura nodded, "Mm, I understand, Hanabi, it’s because you really couldn’t act on them, and because you held it in for too long, that you let ’Sister’s’ personality act for you."

Although using the term "sister" to refer to Hanabi’s other way of thinking was indeed quite strange.

Uesugi Sakura still preferred to call her "Dark Hanabi."

Hanamaru Hanabi placed her hands on the balcony railing, her hair fluttered in the wind as she gazed toward the night view of Tokyo, "Hanabi... now doesn’t know if Sakura-kun still likes that part of her, so she needs a reason to justify her existence, sorry, Sakura-kun, Hanabi can only say this much to you..."

Just as Uesugi Sakura was looking at the cold and clear air in front of him, contemplating how to comfort her.

Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly turned her head and smiled, "So, it’s all up to Sakura-kun’s choice, if Sakura-kun likes the Hanabi that sometimes changes, then she will always exist. If Sakura-kun doesn’t like it, she will disappear, reverting to her usual, ordinary self."

This statement not only applied to Dark Hanabi but also to Hanamaru Hanabi. Uesugi Sakura, realizing this, felt somewhat conflicted.

She thought of everything for his well-being, everything for his sake.

Even when sick, she was like this.

She wouldn’t think about whether she was uncomfortable but whether her illness was inconveniencing him.

"Hanabi, have you felt uncomfortable in any way recently?"

"No—"

With the light of the neon lamps outside, Hanamaru Hanabi clearly saw his face half-illuminated, and suddenly understood his meaning, hurriedly nodded, "Mm, mm... didn’t Sakura-kun say he’d give Hanabi a shoulder massage? Hanabi has been busy all day... and is a bit tired."

Back in the living room, sitting on the couch, Uesugi Sakura looked at the petite figure in front of him.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging through the not too thick nor too thin sleepwear.

The girl’s shoulders didn’t feel as stiff as his; they were soft, able to relax up and down easily, like delicate snowy shoulders.

When Uesugi Sakura placed his hands on her, her presence, that light, dreamy existence seemed to be grasped truly in his hands.

Even just massaging his wife’s shoulders gave him a sense of familial happiness.

"Last time I said I’d give you a shoulder massage, but I ended up resting my head on your lap pillow, falling asleep on it."

"It’s fine... at that time, Sakura-kun needed it more than Hanabi did."

The living room’s lights were off, only the sound of the air conditioning and fan blades circulating warm air echoed through the night.

Uesugi Sakura slowly kneaded her supple, soft shoulders.

Time trickled slowly in the dark night.

"Hanabi-chan."

"Mm..."

"I like you, you know."

"Sakura-kun... you’ve said it so many times already... there’s no need to keep saying it..." Hanamaru Hanabi felt a bit surprised.

"But from your reaction, it seems you’re still as shy as when I first confessed."

"It’s, it’s a bit different now, Hanabi is now Sakura-kun’s... wife." Hanamaru Hanabi placed her hands on her knees, gazed down, and clutched her sleepwear pants with her small hands.

Wife...

These words, spoken in her soft voice, felt so beautiful. It was as if forgotten memories were awakening inside, at this moment, he seemed to see that pure girl shyly bringing him a lunchbox in the morning.

Lost in his memories, Uesugi Sakura was brought back by Hanamaru Hanabi’s voice:

"Sakura-kun... you still feel a bit tired of Hanabi... right?"

"Don’t think that way, no matter how you change, I’ll always like you."

"What if I become less attractive?"

"Still the same, when you were a kid you were a little funny, weren’t you? You’ve always followed me; I’ve never disliked you."

Uesugi Sakura’s words made the girl feel somewhat reassured.

"Hanabi-chan, promises are really a weak restraint because breaking them has almost no consequences in real life, and sometimes you might even be captivated by the freedom from breaking such a restraint, so it’s normal if you feel insecure."

"But," Hanamaru Hanabi weakly argued, "Hanabi feels very secure with Sakura-kun’s promises to Hanabi..."

"That’s because Hanabi has never been deceived by fleeting promises, everyone she met along the way was kind, and I have never failed to keep a promise to you."

Hanamaru Hanabi closed her eyes, earnestly feeling his massage, "Sakura-kun is very good to Hanabi, really very good."

"I’m just lucky," Uesugi Sakura said with a smile to the petite girl in front of him, "When you moved next to me as a kid, I happened to meet you on a snowy day, like a four-leaf clover falling from the sky, appearing before me."

"A four-leaf clover from the sky?"

"A chance encounter." Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but smile more, "Like a childhood sweetheart that God sent to me, pushed right to my lips."

"Sakura-kun talks about Hanabi like she’s an edible ume." Hanamaru Hanabi kept her eyes closed, pursing her lips, her face carrying a gentle smile.