Qingyun froze at Tsunade's words. Did I like Miroku? He didn't know.
An accident had led him to take Miroku's first time. Back then, all he had felt toward her was guilt, not affection.
But as time passed, his original memories grew increasingly hazy. Every day, he stayed with Miroku in that tiny space, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, with no one to disturb their lives. Once the fruit of their love was born, the three of them lived happily together there as a family.
Gradually, he had grown used to everything in the illusion. If that mysterious mole hadn't jolted him at the very end, making him realize he had fallen into Chimei's mental illusion and that everything he had experienced was unreal, his power would never have returned. He might have remained lost in that illusion, living through cycle after cycle until his mental power ran dry and it finally ended.
Now that everything had returned to reality, had he truly fallen for Miroku through those repeated cycles? Qingyun didn't know. Or rather, his thoughts were a mess.
For one thing, he didn't know how Miroku felt. Would she be willing to share him with Kushina?
For another, Qingyun was afraid Kushina would leave him if she learned about Miroku.
After his thoughts wandered for a while, Qingyun gave a helpless, bitter smile, then grabbed the wine jar and kept drinking.
Seeing him like this, Tsunade knew his mind was in turmoil. She didn't disturb him, simply drinking along with him.
She had been away for quite some time, but she still couldn't tell whether she had truly fallen for Qingyun. She enjoyed the feeling of having him by her side.
She hadn't seen Qingyun in so long. When he suddenly appeared before her today, she