Chapter 58 You have only one day.

The crystal-clear, glass-like sea surface allowed every kind of marine fish to be clearly seen swimming within.

With a soft splash, a pair of flawless, snow-white jade feet broke the water's surface and landed on the white sandy bottom, leaving behind a swirl of murkiness and a slender footprint.

Fujiang No. 3, wearing a floral swimsuit and a wide-brimmed sun hat, lazily stretched, her slender waist and broad hips forming a perfect curve.

"What a beautiful place~"

"Hello~"

Just as Fujiang No. 3 was enjoying her wonderful time, a young Caucasian man suddenly jogged toward her from the side.

"Hello, beautiful lady. Are you here by yourself?"

The sudden voice interrupted Fujiang No. 3's pleasant mood. She turned her head to glance at the Caucasian man trying to chat her up, as well as his few friends not far away.

Fujiang No. 3 paused for a brief moment and flashed a gorgeous smile.

A few minutes later, Fujiang No. 3 was leaning against the bar of a beachside tavern, watching the Caucasian man and his companions engaged in a brutal brawl by the roadside. Seeing the large patches of crimson staining the ground, she felt quite pleased.

"Check, please."

"No need, miss. Someone has already paid your tab."

Giving the bartender a surprised look, Fujiang No. 3 followed the direction of his gesture and saw a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes raising his glass to her from afar.

How annoying...

Curling her lips in disdain, Fujiang No. 3 stepped down from the stool, walked along the street, and headed toward the leisure zone.

"Oh~ Little Sara, I didn't expect there would be a time when your pickup lines failed."

The blond man, addressed as Little Sara, shrugged his shoulders at the remark.

"Isn't that normal? Even by Western standards, that beautiful lady is a rare beauty. She certainly isn't lacking in suitors."

Facing his companion's teasing, Sara didn't mind. He watched Fujiang No. 3's receding figure, a flicker of curiosity welling up in his heart.

Dusk fell. In the deep-water zone where tourists rarely ventured, Fujiang No. 3 swayed gracefully like a mermaid.

Tying up her hair dampened by seawater, Fujiang No. 3 returned to her room to wash off the salt, then followed the crowds toward a local restaurant.

Beneath wooden fences and flooring, parasols popped open like mushrooms.

Fujiang No. 3 wove through the crowd to a corner table and sat down, drawing countless gazes along the way.

"This beautiful lady, did you come here alone?"

Fujiang No. 3, holding the menu, raised her head to give the man a cold glance before lowering her eyes to continue browsing.

Her lack of rejection led the man to believe he had a chance. He quickly leaned over the table, eagerly trying to recommend dishes to her.

"How about this one? I can tell you're probably from Island, and this dish has a flavor that might suit you better."

Amidst his incessant chattering, a violent urge began to surge wildly within Fujiang No. 3.

Just as she was about to lose control and compel the man to walk to the shore and drown himself in the sea, Sara's figure suddenly appeared.

"Everyone loves beauty, but being overly persistent isn't a good thing."

Hearing someone interrupt him, the man turned around in annoyance, but upon recognizing Sara's face, he hurriedly stood up with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Little Sara. I didn't know this lady was with you..."

Sara smiled faintly and waved his hand to dismiss him.

"You don't mind if I sit down, do you?"

Fujiang No. 3 glanced at Sara—who had just helped her chase away a pesky fly—and at the expensive luxury watch on his wrist. After a brief thought, she nodded.

Granted permission, Little Sara called the waiter over and whispered a few instructions, then turned back to smile at Fujiang No. 3.

"I ordered a few specialty dishes that I personally think are quite good, omitting anything unsuitable for Islanders. Have a taste; if you don't like them, I'll have them changed immediately."

Fujiang No. 3 didn't respond, merely setting the menu down.

Seeing this, Little Sara broke into a delighted smile.

"My name is Sara, Sara Antol."

"Toka Takanashi."

This action let Sara know his recommendations were working, and he immediately began chatting happily with Fujiang No. 3.

The petroleum business, ports, building materials—it was a decent stepping stone.

Through brief conversation, guided by Fujiang No. 3 and accompanied by Sara's eager self-expression, Fujiang No. 3 gained a rough understanding of Sara's family background and finally grew somewhat interested.

"We're having a bonfire party tonight. Care to join?"

Fujiang No. 3 nodded and stood up to follow Little Sara.

A few minutes later, at a private beach, Sara's friends whistled excitedly upon seeing Fujiang No. 3 by his side.

"Oh~ Welcome our new friend~"

Amidst enthusiastic cheers, Sara's friends showed immense warmth toward Fujiang No. 3.

"I'm sorry, I rarely bring girls along, so they're a bit..."

Understood. Rarely brings anyone, ordinary girls aren't good enough, still pure.

Standard routine. Anything fresh?

Feeling thoroughly speechless inside, Fujiang No. 3 smiled faintly, indicating she understood.

Amidst loud music, beer, barbecue, and occasional improvised performances, the atmosphere was quite lively.

After some time, Sara, having consumed a fair amount of alcohol, propped himself up on the sand with both hands and looked at Fujiang No. 3, who looked as gorgeous as a mermaid beside him.

"Miss Toka, you are truly beautiful."

Of course I know I'm beautiful.

"Thank you~"

Under Fujiang No. 3's deliberately tender gaze, Sara could no longer contain his emotions. He closed his eyes and slowly leaned in.

Fujiang No. 3 sneered inwardly. At least he was good-looking and not entirely repulsive, so she cooperated by lowering her gaze, intending to give him a little sweetness.

However...

Little Sara opened his eyes in bewilderment, staring at Fujiang No. 3, who was holding herself against his chest to prevent him from coming closer, her expression filled with disgust and repulsion.

"Miss Toka?"

Fujiang No. 3 didn't speak. Instead, she abruptly stood up and walked toward the other side.

Seeing this, Little Sara's friends all crowded around in confusion.

"Sara, what's going on?"

"I don't know..."

Sara gave a bitter smile. Ignoring Sara's attempts to stop them, his friends eagerly stepped forward to surround Fujiang No. 3, demanding an explanation.

"Hey, Miss Fujiang, aren't you being a bit impolite?"

The shout snapped Fujiang No. 3 out of her reverie. In a daze, she recalled Kayeh Uto shouting at her like that in the past.

She seemed to see the boy who would show disgust, helplessness, doting affection, and anger toward her.

The boy who had twice disregarded danger for her sake and nearly sacrificed his life.

Lost in memories, Fujiang No. 3 mistook the person in front of her for Kayeh Uto, and raised a hand to touch his face.

"Hey!! What do you mean by this?!"

Accompanied by her hand being grabbed, Little Sara's angry voice rang out loudly.

Coming back to her senses, Fujiang No. 3 looked at the furious Little Sara and the others surrounding her and hurling abuses, her gaze vacant as she spoke.

"Jump into the fire and commit suicide."

Fujiang No. 3 walked dazedly toward the hotel. On the beach behind her, Little Sara and the others, with fanatical looks in their eyes, charged into the bonfire one after another like lemmings.

In Osaka, Island, in a corner of Osaka Park, Fujiang crossed her arms and looked somewhat complicatedly at the other Fujiang No. 3—who looked identical to her—before grabbing a handful of her own hair and sighing.

"You only have one day."

Hearing this, Fujiang No. 3 smiled brightly.

"Thank you~"