Cherry blossoms lined both sides of the path, their pink petals stretching along the branches to the river's surface, the gentle ripples carried by the wind startling the fish beneath into sudden movement.
Uesugi Sakura held the small hand beside him, unwilling to let go.
"Why not move in together?"
When Hanamaru Hanabi turned to look at him, she suddenly stopped walking, reached out with her other hand to touch his face, and said softly, moved:
"Sakura... are you okay?"
Uesugi Sakura had seen this expression on her before—only when she was worried did she reveal such a look:
"Why... do you ask that?"
"Sakura... you're crying."
"Crying?"
Uesugi Sakura touched the corner of his eye with his index finger, and on his fingertip, there was a single, crystal-clear, sorrowful tear.
Hanamaru Hanabi sensed the sudden surge of sadness within him, "Sakura... are you okay?"
