We wander through the streets.
It reminds me of home.
All the sellers and all the people.
It's a great change from the three months in the house.
Fresh air and good food mix in.
We go to a teahouse and eat. Dangos and tea.
Count just sips on his tea. Looking out the window.
"Is this what you miss?" He asks me.
"A little. I don't like being holed up in the house all the time. It's boring."
After we finish. We stroll again. He takes a break just to return in a minute. The pocket bulges but I don't say anything,
I buy some fabric and a potted sakura tree.
Then we leave. Back to the house.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
