The Horse and Winter's Thread

"Hehe, is there a place for me?"

Not sure why Youko suddenly asked this sentence, but Asahi didn't hesitate.

"You know the answer better than I do."

After getting this answer, Youko didn't plan to continue.

The two of them walked along the street with a few people and cars. They could see the small green light of the lone convenience store, then they turned a corner and walked slowly to the right. Looking ahead, at the end of the empty straight road was a hazy orange light.

It wasn't until they got closer that they realized it was a bar. There is a small menu lit by an orange table lamp next to the multi-purpose building staircase. Asahi didn't go to places like bars very often, he wasn't used to it.

"Let's go home now or find a hotel."

After hanging around for half an hour, when Asahi finally couldn't stop himself from speaking, the woman beside him chuckled.

"I thought you'd hold back for a long time."

Youko combed her short, shoulder-length hair and leaned forward.

Asahi's attention was mostly drawn to the graceful curves under the woman's shirt, which might have something to do with alcohol.

"Do you want to come home with me and fight with Kazusa or go to a hotel to enjoy the pleasure of not having an accident?"

Youko gave him the right to choose.

"It's still a hotel." Asahi answered without thinking.

Now going home to face Kazusa, to be honest he wasn't ready.

"I already booked the hotel, right up front."

After guessing the answer, Youko wasn't surprised at all. It would be even more surprising if Asahi wanted to get back together with her.

When they arrived at the hotel, Asahi and Youko went to the reserved room.

This is a luxury suite, about 200 square meters, in addition to a large bedroom, there is also a fitness room, a bath and a bathroom that can accommodate two people.

After taking a shower, Asahi didn't waste any time, even though tonight's time was still long, it wasn't enough for him.

...

The Touma family's big house in Tokyo.

Kazusa fell asleep after crying, opening her slightly red and swollen eyes. She saw clearly the time marked 4 in the morning on the alarm clock.

Then she got up from the bed like a doll, and she, who had medium-length black hair and a navy suit, stared at herself expressionlessly in the makeup mirror.

Her appearance was embarrassing, but even so, she couldn't hide her beauty. Instead, she looked like she was pretending to be tough, which would give rise to people's desire to protect.

Scantily clad, still beautiful, with a good figure, a face that can be fully grasped with one hand, snow-white skin with watery eyes, slender and thin shoulders, a long waist and legs, which highlight the plump breasts.

Kazusa left the room and went to the bathroom to take a shower, the hot water was running, which relieved her cold heart a bit.

Not long after she changed into her pajamas and went out, she stood in the corridor with dry hair, feeling the cold and solitude of being alone in the mansion, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but raise a mocking eyebrow.

Compared with the sad one last night, although her mood has calmed down, it is not easy to calm down. The conflict between her and his mother had been going on for a long time, and this was not the first time she had fought.

For a while, she couldn't sleep now, so she came to the basement.

In the spacious basement, there are various kinds of musical instruments, comparable to those in a professional recording studio, all of which were purchased by Youko.

Sitting in front of the piano, Kazusa calmed herself down. She practiced the piano for more than ten hours a day without stopping. At this moment, she would empty her mind and allow herself not to think about those unpleasant thoughts.

Fortunately, the sound insulation in the basement is good. Even if she is practicing a musical instrument, she doesn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors.

As the melodious piano sound rang out, Kazusa momentarily let go of their troubles.

After an unknown amount of time, when she wanted to go up the stairs to the toilet, she heard the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom as soon as she came out of the basement.

When mom came back, Kazusa was stunned for a moment, opened the door and saw a familiar figure wiping her hair in the bathroom. She didn't bother her mother, and just as she was about to leave, she found the clothes her mother had changed in the basket outside.

One of the things that only couples use are smudges, and even if Kazusa had never experienced them, she still knew what they were.

She clenched her fists, and closed the door with a blank expression on her face.

Returning to the room and changing his high school uniform, she saw that it was already 8 in the morning, and immediately came out of the room.

At the High School affiliated with Shuimei University of the Arts, Kazusa is assigned to a music class. In this class, where the number of students was barely in the double digits, she received less attention than at her previous school, but was more whimsical.

Because everyone knew that she was the daughter of the famous pianist Touma Youka, with such a dazzling halo, her every move was noticed by others.

But Kazusa isn't the type to follow rules, she does her own work in class. Among the top art students in the nation gathered here, she was also a maverick.

Similar to the girl named Shiina Mashiro, Kazusa heard this sentence more than once, and her classmates secretly discussed it behind their backs, classifying it as Shiina Mashiro.

Sitting in class, Kazusa started to fall into a trance. She searched for the name Shiina Mashiro on the Internet. She is a very famous painter. It was hard to imagine that she had accomplished such great feats at the same age as her.

Maybe because of her consistency in handling things, she came up with the idea of contacting someone or not.

Kazusa had never had this kind of thought before, but somehow today she wondered if this would be better, at least she could talk things over, so she didn't have to be alone in her heart.

Seeing her alone in a daze, the other students didn't bother to call out to her. From the start, everyone gradually formed an atmosphere of ignoring her.

Subconsciously moving her hands on the table, Kazusa imitated the rhythm of playing the piano, while thinking about her mother's troubles in her heart, She was a little better at sleeping with her anger towards her mother, but after seeing the traces on her clothes, she was once again angry.

Several calls from her mother were hung up.