Chapter Fifty-Three: Journey to Mount Fuji

After hanging up the phone, Luo Yixia felt a bit awkward. Now alone in a room with Song Chengyi, she didn’t know what to say. Oh well, since there was nothing to talk about, she might as well sleep—it wasn’t as if there was anything else to do. Unceremoniously, Luo Yixia climbed onto the bed, closed her eyes, and surrendered to her exhaustion.

It wasn’t long before she drifted into slumber.

Song Chengyi was speechless; truly, having such an easygoing heart was a blessing.

When Luo Yixia awoke, she found it was already past three in the afternoon, Tokyo time.

“I’m going out for a bit. Are you coming?” Song Chengyi stood up.

Luo Yixia had intended to stay behind, but after considering that she didn’t want to be alone, she decided to follow him.

She didn’t ask where they were going, and Song Chengyi didn’t offer any explanation. They rode in silence until they arrived at Mount Fuji, where Luo Yixia finally realized their destination.

The two-hour drive nearly drove her to despair. She hadn’t expected it to be so far.

By the time they reached the foot of Mount Fuji, it was almost six o’clock.

She couldn’t understand why Song Chengyi would come here so late. Was it just to see the night view? Surely it would be better to come in the morning. Would they really have to return soon after?

“We’ll head back tomorrow evening. Tonight, we’ll stay at a guesthouse here—I’ve already arranged it.”

“Oh,” Luo Yixia replied indifferently.

Though they had begun speaking to each other, neither was willing to yield; their tempers flared, stubbornness prevailing.

For dinner, Song Chengyi took Luo Yixia to a Japanese restaurant. Neither of them could get used to the cuisine and ate very little.

Luo Yixia had no interest in the raw dishes. Wasn’t cooked food tastier? Why eat raw food, as if life was moving backward? In the past, people ate raw because there was no fire; now…

Afterwards, Song Chengyi strolled with Luo Yixia in the area, but since it was already night, most parts of the scenic site were closed. They headed to the guesthouse.

Luo Yixia was quite intrigued—it was her first time staying in such a place. She remembered seeing similar homes in anime, like Maruko’s, full of Japanese style.

Only after they entered did they realize there were two separate rooms, with partitioned beds in between. Of course, the partitions did nothing for sound.

Luo Yixia suspected Song Chengyi had done this on purpose: after seeing her mother book one room, he must have found a way to protest.

But Song Chengyi was genuinely innocent; he had no idea it would be like this. He’d booked a twin room, but who knew it would be arranged this way.

They bought supplies at a nearby convenience store, having forgotten to pack clothes, and ended up purchasing a new set.

After bathing, Wen Li changed into a kimono and sat outside, entranced by the moon.

From afar, Mount Fuji was visible even at night, its summit glimmering white beneath the moonlight, sparkling as if dusted with silver.

A small stream flowed through the courtyard, filling the air with the sound of rushing water.

Green plants were scattered throughout the garden.

Luo Yixia’s phone rang.

It was Gan Yanyan calling via video.

Peeking inside, Luo Yixia saw Song Chengyi was still in the shower, so she answered.

“Xiaxia, what have you been doing all day? I’ve sent messages and called, but you haven’t replied!” Gan Yanyan burst out as soon as the call connected.

Before Luo Yixia could respond, Gan Yanyan’s sharp eyes caught sight of her and asked, “Where are you? Why are you wearing that… what is it, a kimono?”

“I’m in Japan,” Luo Yixia admitted truthfully.