After breaking up, my ex asked me to win her back-Chapter 232 - 231: Dark Hand Hina Goes Online

Kiryu Hina pushed open the glass door and entered the family restaurant.

She was wearing blue denim shorts and a white shirt, with a conical pendant hanging around her neck, a different kind of refreshing from the sailor uniform, dazzling to the onlooker.

Dressed in casual clothes, Kiryu Hina exuded an aura that wouldn’t be out of place on the pages of a fashion magazine.

The simplest outfit pairing could say loads, but it also depended on who was wearing it.

Some people see a retailer’s model photos, thinking that they can look just as pretty or handsome wearing the same clothes.

But the reality often isn’t that ideal. After all, most of the time, what looks beautiful isn’t the clothes, but the model instead.

And for Kiryu Hina, it was clear that she didn’t have this kind of trouble.

For others, the realization comes after purchasing clothes and finding they don’t look as good as the models. For Kiryu Hina, the opposite was true.

Your average minor model wasn’t as pretty as her.

If she put on the clothes she bought, took a photo, and posted it online as a buyer’s show, there was a fifty percent chance people would mistake her for a paid promoter by the retailer, and another fifty percent they’d be crazily adding her contact info.

In an environment where it’s easy to overestimate oneself, Kiryu Hina had managed to cultivate a down-to-earth and unpretentious character.

Her attire and makeup were always simple, and her tastes rather classical.

If asked, she might say it was thanks to a happy upbringing that she didn’t need to deliberately seek others’ admiration.

Of course, her first love’s preferences had also played a part.

The ’first love’ referred to here could naturally be no other than Kagura Hikaru.

As soon as Kiryu Hina entered, she habitually glanced toward the corner booth in the restaurant’s no-smoking area, and, as expected, she spotted Kagura Hikaru munching on a burger. She couldn’t help but smile nostalgically.

This family restaurant was close to the middle school they used to attend, and after club activities, if it was still early, the three of them would come here to eat, chat, or study and do homework, often sitting at that spot.

’The three of them’ referred to herself, Kagura Hikaru, and Kohinata Motoyo.

Back then, their relationship was good, inseparable every day.

Not like now.

Kiryu Hina walked over.

Kagura Hikaru saw her, put the half-eaten burger down, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Pulling out a chair, Kiryu Hina sat opposite him and said with a smile, "You can finish that, I don’t mind."

"I’ve obtained what you wanted," he said.

Kagura Hikaru didn’t feel like making small talk, took a transparent zip-lock bag that looked like it was meant to hold pills out of his pocket, and slid it across the table: "Take it."

The bag, bought at a convenience store on his way here, was indeed practical, considering the hairs could easily be lost if just placed in a pocket.

After all the trouble of obtaining them, losing them that way would be unthinkable.

Kiryu Hina’s gaze fell upon the zip-lock bag.

Upon closer inspection, two strands of hair were visible inside.

Her expression shifted.

There was hesitation, and an avoidance she didn’t want to confront.

This was what she had been looking for, yet in a sense, it was also the very thing she needed the least at this stage.

Even without it, she already knew everything that she needed to know—this was merely a final confirmation.

Perhaps, this could be used as bait.

"You must be very curious, what do I want Ryoma Ayakoji’s DNA sample for?" Kiryu Hina raised her head and smiled.

Picking up his half-eaten burger, Kagura Hikaru resumed eating. At her words, his hand paused briefly before he casually responded, "Not really."

Saying he wasn’t curious was, of course, a lie.

He couldn’t understand why Kiryu Hina would have made contact with Chiyoko Ayakoji’s father and even suspected that the real reason for her and Chiyoko Ayakoji not getting along might stem from this.

When they were dating, he had never heard a whisper of this from Kiryu Hina’s lips.

The so-called DNA sample, where would it end up? Would it be used on Hina Kiryu herself, or given to someone else? Or perhaps, it had a different purpose altogether?

Thinking it over, the questions simply piled up.

But admitting it here felt like losing to the other person.

Kagura Hikaru decided to give up pursuing these matters.

After all, what did the relationship between Hina Kiryu and the Ayakoji family have to do with him? Whether it was the former or the latter, they were both strangers to him.

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He maintained the etiquette of dining, devouring his hamburger at the fastest speed possible without being rude and gulped down the last of his cola. After wiping his mouth, he picked up his shoulder bag and stood up.

"I’ve already brought you the item, the transaction is complete... goodbye."

This goodbye meant that from now on he would completely sever his connection with Hina Kiryu.

It was reflective how their last encounter would end with such a sordid, behind-the-scenes transaction.

People often say first loves usually don’t end well, and Hikaru should have heeded that advice and established a more rational relationship from the start.

Now, it was too late for regrets.

Kagura Hikaru stepped past Hina Kiryu.

"Wait."

"Is there something else?" Kagura Hikaru asked, turning around expressionlessly.

"You’re mistaken, the thing I want hasn’t yet been delivered to me," Hina Kiryu said.

"...Huh?"

She rose from her seat, smiling as she walked toward the entrance of the shop.

Kagura Hikaru watched her back, puzzled, then suddenly remembered something and turned back around. Discover exclusive content at novelbuddy

On the booth’s table, the sample he had managed to obtain from the Ayakoji family with great difficulty, was still sitting there intact. Hina had not taken it with her when she left.

So that’s it, ’the thing I want hasn’t yet been delivered to me’ referred to this?

What is she, a child playing such a pointless word game!

Kagura Hikaru picked up the plastic-sealed bag, irritated, and followed her out of the shop.

"Hey, take this with you!"

He caught up with Hina Kiryu and handed over the plastic-sealed bag.

To his surprise, Hina Kiryu showed an expression of astonishment. "Sorry, I refuse. Mom said not to take things from strangers outside."

"..."

It seemed like she had made up her mind not to ’take’ it.

Kagura Hikaru’s hand fell as he knitted his brows, following the still-forward-moving Hina and said while walking, "I’ve already gotten the item for you, what else do you want? Could it be, you intend to play me with these childish tactics?"

"How could that be, do I look like someone who would be that trivial?"

Hina Kiryu finally stopped pretending to be an ignorant little girl and revealed an inscrutable smile, running her fingers through her long hair, "However, I will not accept the item, except in my room—nowhere else will I take it."

The implication was clear.

Kagura Hikaru fell silent for a moment. "Do you want me to go to your house?"

"Ah, you said it, how embarrassing," Hina Kiryu turned her head away in false shyness, hands covering her face as if bashful.

"..."

Damn it, even though he was sure he had stripped away her mask, why was he still seeing that manipulative version of Hina from behind the scenes?

Kagura Hikaru shook his head, stopped walking, and stood at the intersection, watching her coldly. "I’m not going to be led around by you anymore, it doesn’t matter to me whether you take it or not."

Yes, he no longer wished to return to the way things were.

No matter what scheme Hina Kiryu was trying to enact, from today forward, they would only have one kind of relationship.

That of strangers.