Traveling with Indra

The fulfilling life of winter soon passed, and most people recovered. The spring breeze blew gently, and the cherry tree planted by the first generation of flower column in the butterfly house bloomed brilliantly. Like pink clouds, the petals fell down, like a dreamlike scene.

"Shinobu, go change into nice clothes so we can take some photos together."

"Okay!" Everyone in the Butterfly House can basically take care of themselves, and she also wants to relax.

Mingluo took photos with a few good friends, and Ganlusi, who came to visit the set, also caught up. The girls were dressed beautifully, put on light makeup, and looked at the camera with smiles. The beautiful pictures captured one by one made some men next to them jealous.

Ihei Xiaoban looked at it eagerly and wanted to take a photo with Ganlu Temple.

Agatsuma Zenitsu almost rushed over, Nezuko looks so beautiful in her yukata.

In just two hours, Mingluo changed five sets of clothes and had her hairstyle changed three times by Ganlu Temple, Xiaonin and Xiaokui. She was so tired that she didn't want to move at all. Seeing the brothers sitting over there drinking tea, Indra and Asura were too leisurely.

"Would you brothers like to take one?"

"Okay." Asura replied immediately, the camera is amazing.

"Try on a dress." Mingluo's eyes were full of anticipation. She made dresses for them all, but none of them were used to them. I guess it was because the dresses of the Taisho period were too formal, and they were too tight everywhere.

"Let's go." Indra couldn't refuse such a look. He actually... wanted to take a photo with Mingluo.

The brothers went to change clothes. Zenitsu saw that the man's time had come, so he quickly approached to take a photo with Nezuko. How could Inosuke let him sneak away? He immediately pulled Tanjiro over with him. There was a lot of noise, and it didn't seem like a scene of a man recovering from a serious illness.

The middle-aged photographer hired by the owner of the house looked at the children with a smile. His employer was generous and he was in a particularly good mood.

Ashura looked very serious in his dark brown suit, his expression serious and focused, his eyes revealing wisdom, but his expression was ruined as soon as he opened his mouth.

Mingluo took the photo with a Polaroid camera, which makes it clearer and more beautiful.

Indra looks different in a dress. It is a dress made by a tailor, but it looks more exquisite on him. The white shirt complements his temperament, and his deep eyes seem to be able to see through everything. Indra did not wear a suit jacket. Mingluo put on her big windbreaker and tied a high ponytail, looking like a big boss.

"Asura, look at your brother. Doesn't he look super cool?"

"Yeah, a little fierce." Ashura looked at his brother under the pine tree on his phone, his profile was very intimidating. "But, brother looks better with a high ponytail."

Mingluo thought about his style of dress and found that Ashura was a typical sunny boy. "I think you would look very handsome in sportswear and playing basketball."

"Really?" Asura had never been praised by Mingluo for being handsome, and he couldn't wait to try it now.

Indra: "..."

What is sportswear?

I will definitely look better in it than Ashura.

The three of them were called to take a group photo, and the morning passed. Everyone was discharged from the hospital, went home, and the lord also left with his family.

Ming Luo held up the hem of her light blue retro-style skirt and looked up at the sunlight shining through the gaps between the flower petals. She heard a crisp click. It was Indra in the front left trying to take a picture.

Indra looked at the photo. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and she was lightly powdered. Her eyes were full of charm. Her red lips were full and round with a glossy luster. Her light pink blush made her look more pretty, just like a peach blossom in full bloom in spring.

"Mingluo, do you want to take a photo?"

"Okay."

Asura was looking at a photo with his brother when a Polaroid camera was put in his hand. Mingluo stood beside his brother with a smile on her face, making a V sign with her hands. He saw from the camera that his brother had a gentle breath and a faint smile. The cherry blossoms fell like snow, landing on their shoulders, adding a bit of romance.

[Ah, I’m full.] Ashura pressed the shutter, but suddenly felt a stomachache.

My brother is so partial!

The corners of your mouth weren’t raised this high when you took a photo with me.

The breeze blew, and the cherry blossom trees made rustling sounds, and the cherry blossom petals fell one after another. Indra reached out and took the pink petals from Mingluo's puffy shoulders, gently pinching them in his hands, his eyes moving as if they could speak.

With such a handsome guy standing in front of her and doing such an intimate thing, Ming Luo subconsciously took a step back. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and something dangerous was beginning to change. Involuntarily, the words he said that day popped up in her mind:

[It’s you… that I want to protect.]

[Mingluo, you are very important.]

"What's the matter?" Indra's eyes looked a little hurt. Was it necessary to hide from him?

"No." Ming Luo looked away, not daring to look him in the eye.

Is it an illusion?

It must be my illusion.

Indra was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had noticed. He moved closer and spoke in a gentler tone. "Don't run."

"..." Ming Luo's heart trembled. These words were undoubtedly an admission.

She pursed her lips gently, a little at a loss. Indra was different from Asura. He was much more mature in his thinking and would not be swayed by remarks like "That's your illusion".

Indra gently held her wrist and sighed helplessly. The timing was a little abrupt. He didn't know how to handle it well and let her know in advance. "Mingluo, I want to protect you forever."

Ming Luo lowered her eyelids. She was not a good target, so she spoke tactfully. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Why do you think I would get hurt?" I feel pretty good now, at least happier than before.

“……”Because…what?

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and Mingluo fell into deep thought. Why did she blurt out the word "hurt"? Shouldn't she just refuse directly?

[Now it’s obvious…I’m being hypocritical! ]

Ming Luo realized at this moment that she had a crush on Indra in her heart. But this was not okay, because Indra was the ancestor of the Uchiha clan, and she was a deceased person waiting to have her soul restored and reincarnated.

【I am already dead.】

[No matter how alive I feel now, it's not real. 】

Indra caught a glimpse of his brother's excited look as he ate the melon, and he pulled Mingluo up to the roof. The shocked expression on the girl's face gave him a subtle sense of frustration.

"I don't mean to force you. If you're in trouble, just pretend nothing happened."

Mingluo lowered her head and said nothing. She wanted to say that this couldn't happen. But they had given her a way out, and she kicked it away. Wasn't this what made Indra embarrassed? But wouldn't it be more hurtful to just pretend that everything was fine?

Are we not suitable?

He would ask why it is not appropriate?

"I have a hidden illness, so..."

Indra's expression changed instantly. He grabbed her wrist and the green light from his palm fell on her forehead. "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Does Miss Butterfly know?"

"..." Ming Luo, whose head was stroked by the Palm Immortal Technique, was confused. Did telling the truth backfire?

What to do? Just run away.

So the question is, how to get the mother-of-pearl back from Indra?