The wind in Hokkaido in September was fierce, carrying the cold fragrance of locust flowers. It swept through the red and gold gates of the hall, brushing against the bride's hair.
Fushimi Roku stood in front of her, his ears ringing with Mori Na's words:
"A lie will always be exposed one day. If you haven't lied, then I wish you well; if you have, I hope you'll consider whether to confess before everything becomes irreversible or conceal it until your lover is heartbroken."
Back then, Fushimi Roku scoffed at these words. As long as he could take the secret to the grave, it was as good as nothing happening. He was mentally prepared to walk the tightrope his whole life.
That was until Mori Na brought up the deal:
"I have evidence, a recording of your conversation with reporter Yazaki Momo while you were in the hospital, unconscious... As long as you swear honestly, I'll clear the suspicion and destroy that tape."
