This is something unique.
The yukata, originally meant to be eye-catching with its bright colors, was worn by this timid girl in such a lively and adorable way.
Like lilies swaying in the spring days of April, pure and captivating.
In Hanamaru Hanabi's charming eyes, there was an implicit fragrance of a girl.
"Is it… pretty?" she asked weakly.
Uesugi Sakura smiled, "The fireworks festival hasn't even started yet, and I don't really feel like going."
"Why… why?" the girl asked timidly.
"Because the fireworks are far less beautiful than Hanabi."
Complimented, Hanamaru Hanabi blushed, bowing her head, her small hands under her sleeves overlapping on the sash at her waist, the Purple Wisteria hairpin swaying lightly beside her ear, emitting light.
"Tha-thank you, Sakura-kun…"
Uesugi Sakura felt that what he said might have been a bit cheesy.
But little Hanabi seemed to really like it.
Is this the effect of love? Girls indulge in every word from the one they like?
