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"What's the important thing?"

Arima wanted to give the girl a smile but put on her usual cold expression instead. She said something completely opposite to their thoughts.

Agate still did not care about her grumpiness. She handed Arima a jar of ice cream. Arima frowned negligibly and stared at the jar, then turned her gaze back to the girl, asking, "What is it?"

"It's blueberry ice cream. You like it, don't you?"

"Is this ice cream jar the important thing you talked about?" Arima snarled and gave the girl an indifferent look, then turned away coldly.

Arima also wanted to accept the gift but was afraid that if she did, Agate would know about her care and feelings for her, which were somewhat more than friends or close sisters.

Arima was confused, not knowing what to do, so she decided to use her usual method: Pretend to be indifferent!

"Do you know that you're really annoying?" Arima left and made such a cruel remark. This was how she reacted to what made her uncomfortable. And this was how she unintentionally made the person she loved cry...

"Arima... Please don't go..." That gentle voice suddenly became trembling and weak. Tears streamed down the girl's cheeks.

Something pierced Arima's heart. Her eyes softened, and she did not know why this meeting was the first time she had reached out to wipe away someone else's tears besides her mother's.

"Don't you cry..."

Seeing Agate so glum, Arima could not hold it anymore. She broke out of her icy shell and made such an affectionate gesture for the first time in high school.

Frankly, the time Arima reached out to help Agate up had already made the girl very happy! But on top of that, Arima even wiped the tears from her cheeks with her warm hands! It was clear that the feeling when that soft hand touched Agate's face was different from when it held her hand: It became more intimate, more affectionate, and a bit sweet, making Agate quickly burst into a happy smile. It was as if she could radiate a soft pink light at that moment. That light, that positive energy, made Arima's heart flutter. She was overwhelmed because of it.

It was sweet, right?

Arima's intimate, unexpected action...

That cute expression when Arima saw Agate's actions...

They all bring a gentle, sweet feeling like a jar of blueberry ice cream.