Just as Matsumoto Sayuri gently took Momoka's slender wrist and turned to leave, Yamada Ichiro's tall figure suddenly loomed before them like a towering mountain peak without any warning, blocking their path as if forming an insurmountable barrier.
A carefully cultivated smile, seemingly friendly yet fraught with hidden meaning, slowly bloomed across Yamada Ichiro's well-defined features.
That smile resembled a flower quietly blooming in the warmth of the spring sun, yet upon closer inspection, it seemed to conceal unknown secrets, inevitably arousing suspicion and wariness.
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