Love Comes After Simulation

[You had already informed your family about your decision. While your younger sister clearly expressed her displeasure and your parents kept their opinions to themselves, they all agreed to your choice.]

[The Nakajima family had no objections at all.]

[The next day, you submitted your marriage registration form, scheduling the wedding for the end of January, after your university entrance exams.]

[Nakajima Yohei used his connections to secure a spot at the Gen-Izumi Shrine for the ceremony, the most famous traditional wedding venue in Misaki.]

[At the shrine, under the witness of the gods and the officiation of the miko and the priest, you became husband and wife.]

[The shrine’s solemnity, the purity of the white wedding kimono, and the classical elegance of the Kagura dance seemed to exist solely for Nakajima Reina. Everything—the rituals, the venue, and the attire—was designed to showcase the refined beauty of the young woman.]

[Ibuki Yuko, Asano Nao, and Chitose Kazumi attended the wedding and offered their blessings to you both.]

[That evening, you removed Nakajima Reina’s headpiece and told her that the doctor had officially approved kissing.]

[Your bond grew even closer.]

He had been too nervous to stop reading earlier, fearing a sudden plot twist. Now, he could finally relax.

But could he really?

His heart tightened again. Was Nakajima Reina’s health truly fine now? Could switching hospitals and surgeons really turn a failed surgery into a successful one? Was the professor at Misaki University Hospital that much more skilled than the one at Chigusa University Hospital?

He recalled the serious expression of the lead surgeon after Reina’s operation. In her heart, there still lingered a small, hidden misfortune. Would this misfortune quietly dissipate, or was it lying in wait to resurface one day? In the previous life simulation, there had been too little detail about Reina’s illness for Minami Yuuki to make any effective comparisons or accurate judgments.

He rubbed his forehead and thought, There’s no need to overthink it. For now, everything is going well. At least now, he and Nakajima Reina are married, blessed by their families and even the gods, living a happiness acknowledged by all.

He pressed the switch on his bedside lamp. The bright light banished the darkness of his room, illuminating everything murky, obscure, or hidden. Under this clarity, Minami Yuuki turned to the simulation screen.

[You rented a single-family home near the Nakajima and Asano households, bought flower seedlings and seeds, and decorated the garden with your wife.]

[In February, you were busy during the day with study and university entrance exams, and at night with playful intimacy with your newlywed wife.]

[You confirmed one thing: the tongue is her sensitive spot.]

“…?”

Explain how you confirmed it! Minami Yuuki glanced further down the screen. Sure enough, it skipped over the details again, with no descriptions or memory scenes. R

Why does it always cut off here! This isn’t a public novel that has to respect the power of censorship; it’s a private simulation for him alone—it could afford to be bold! Although he had gone through this type of skip many times, every time he saw it, a wave of frustration welled up within him. It was like a single man who, despite years of sleeping in an empty bed, still felt a pang of longing when realizing the absence of warmth beside him.

[In March, while waiting for your exam results, you and Nakajima Reina wandered through Misaki, leaving your footprints at all its famous sights.]

[At the end of the month, your exam results were released. You didn’t make it into Misaki University’s Medical Department. This result didn’t surprise you—these three years, romance had been your main battlefield.]

[Nakajima Yohei and your father both advised you to try again next year, even arranging a cram school for you. You refused their suggestion.]

[Although you didn’t make it into Misaki University’s top-ranked medical school, you received an acceptance letter from Chigusa University’s medical school. In terms of reputation in the medical field, Chigusa University and Misaki University are on the same tier.]

[Chigusa University is enough for you. You’re not someone who needs the prestige of a flashy alma mater to bolster your reputation. You plan to keep advancing in the field of medicine, and as a starting point, Chigusa University is no less than Misaki University.]

[Medical school is very demanding, but you’re fortunate to have a brilliant mind and a face that naturally makes people feel at ease. You earned the goodwill of your professors, who shared their lecture notes and even offered private tutoring, boosting your learning efficiency and allowing you to save more time to spend with your wife.]

[Your wedding photos are displayed on the bedside table, desk, TV stand—everywhere you frequent. You love those photos, especially the ones of your elegantly dressed wife. You purchased the white wedding kimono that most couples would only rent, along with a collection of kimonos in both trendy and traditional patterns.]

[In the evenings, when you brought out a kimono for Reina to change into, she would immediately know what was about to happen.]

[Beyond that, your shared hobby was exploring. Your photos together feature many places in Misaki, with frequent appearances of Mt. Azuki, the gardens at Chigusa Hospital, and the nearby park.]

[During the summer break, you planned a trip with Reina, letting her choose the destinations.]

[You went to Kyoto and Osaka, finally returning to the small town where you had watched the fireworks two years ago. Here, you created memories that were both shy and sweet.]

[You attended the town’s festival again.]

[The town hadn’t changed. Foreign tourists still strolled along the old-fashioned streets, the inns were still traditional wooden structures, and the shrine’s sword-drawing ceremony followed the same steps as always.]

[On the night of the fireworks festival, Reina struggled to decide which yukata to wear.]

A brief memory scene appeared.

On the tatami floor, Minami Yuuki sat at a low table, sipping green tea. He was wearing a dark blue jinbei, his arms and legs exposed, enjoying the coolness.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Now a married woman, Nakajima Reina stood before the wardrobe, holding a red checkered yukata in her left hand and a blue morning glory patterned one in her right. She alternated her gaze between the two, a troubled expression on her face.

“Hey, which one looks better?” Reina turned around, holding up the two yukatas for Minami Yuuki to see.

“The red one is the one you wore two years ago, isn’t it?” Minami Yuuki instantly recognized the yukata that reminded him of candied apples.

“Yeah. Wearing the same outfit two years later feels nostalgic, doesn’t it?” Reina held the red checkered yukata in front of her, her soft smile as warm as it was two years ago.

“Wear the blue one. Even if it’s nostalgic, there should be a little change, right?” Minami Yuuki set down his tea and stood up, walking toward his wife.

“Alright.” Reina lowered her right hand and was about to put the red yukata back in the wardrobe.

Minami Yuuki caught her wrist as she reached for the wardrobe, pulling her into his arms. “Wear the blue one to the festival, but for now, put on the red one.”

Reina’s face immediately turned red. She avoided her husband’s intense gaze. “It’s almost time.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be quick.”

The beige flesh beneath the candied apple’s red glaze was just as sweet as two years ago.

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