The drizzle tells about the trivial things of the day that I don’t know and don’t want to know. Yes~~it’s like this every day.

The air in front of me felt like it had been brushed by rain, making it refreshing and refreshing for my lungs.

When they arrived at the female hot spring hut, Sana was taking off her clothes there.

"It's great. If there was a hot spring house in Seoul, Sana would go there every week."

“There are only public hot springs in Seoul, and I still can’t forget the scene when Nayeon Unni gave me a bath for the first time.

However, I heard that there is a hot spring house in Jeju Island, so I must go and experience it if I have a chance in the future.”

When they were in Korea, they were deeply shocked by the public bathhouse culture. They could not help but feel a little nostalgic when they experienced the Japanese hot spring culture again.

"Would you like some sake brewed with cherry blossoms?"

When entering the soup pool, Momo had a tray in her hands, with a wine cup and two small porcelain cups on it.

This is a standard feature in any Japanese hot spring house.

"Hey? Is that okay?"

The smell of wine made Sana's nose wrinkle slightly. If the ages were calculated, she and Momo happened to be 18 years old this year. This is considered an adult in Sakura Country and they can drink alcohol.

The expectant looks on their faces were enough to show that this was the first time they had drank alcohol in their lives.

Stepping into the pool with her front feet, the scorching hot water temperature caused a flash of discomfort on Sana's face. She slightly clung to the rocks beside the pool with her right hand and sat down slowly.

When most of the body entered the hot spring, the originally calm pool began to shake.

"It tastes pretty good, you can try it."

Momo naturally poured a glass for Sana, and the two clinked their glasses together and took a careful sip.

The cherry blossom wine brewed using traditional techniques has a little more sweetness, which is acceptable to girls. After just one sip, Sana fell in love with this taste.

“It tastes so good.”

Due to the dual stimulation of water and alcohol, sana's eyes sparkled with water.

She sat at a high position in the pool and felt very hot. The warm spring water flowed under her collarbone.

The girl covered her body with the help of a bath towel. She looked far away with a completely different feeling than usual. The refreshing wind blew away the mist in the pool, making her feel happy.

The bright white moonlight shines on the water. Occasionally, if you lift your legs and feet from the water and swing upward, the tray suspended on the water will also rise and fall rhythmically.

"Sakura wine was proposed by Oni-chan a long time ago. Even Oh Du-san never thought that this kind of wine would be very popular."

"Is that so? Sure enough, Onii-chan is really powerful."

"It doesn't really count. I've said this before, but Onii-chan just thinks it's just a small thing."

Momo leaned lazily on the edge, all the wine in the glass had been consumed.

She and Sana sat side by side. In the impression, this was the first time the two of them took a bath together in a hot spring house since they met.

But in fact, sana's figure and legs that were slender and slender than expected left a deep impression on momo during this period of time.

Sana has no idea about this kind of thinking, "I think you two brothers and sisters really have similar qualities."

"Nani?" Momo turned around, quietly waiting for Sana's answer.

...

"That girl...Sana, she is just as cute as she was on TV a few years later when she debuted."

Going to the study along the passage leading to the underground, Takiichi was still thinking about Sana.

The lively fragrance emanating from her body has only been seen on Sakura's body a few times.

His personality tends to be quiet, and he doesn't like to stay in too noisy places, unless it's a performance stage related to Sakura.

Only then will the restless factor in his body awaken. Whenever it awakens, it will be his happiest moment.

sana...sakura, all pronounced begin with "sa".

It's interesting, but sana is better at coquettishness than sakura. This is a killer weapon.

Thinking about how I once begged Sakura to do those coquettish things, but was rejected, it was probably a very regretful thing.

I wrote the three letters and sent them out. I don’t know if Sakura has received them, but... I saw the text messages she sent like that before, so they are probably still on the way, and they will definitely be delivered to her in due course.

Although I thought about replying to her text message, the urge to edit the text was like the feeling of throwing the letter I prepared into the trash can when I came back from the day we parted.

Taki thought that this would be enough. What he wanted to express in words at this moment should be very rough and very confusing.

Compared with my previous experiences many years ago, when I first received Sakura's apology text message, the words I thought of in reply were like those of a primitive person.

The world is made up of an elephant carrying such a composition on its back. It is impossible to turn such chaotic thoughts into words and write them down on a piece of paper and hand them to her.

However, Sakura's text message and the long text continued to flash in my mind, lingering.

Really, at that time, Takiichi was quite astonished that a tool like "language" could accurately express the feelings he wanted to express to such an extent.

But even so, even if he understood this, he understood that apart from words, Sakura had nothing else to give him.

Living in such a special period, both Takiichi and Sakura were ashamed to face each other.

Therefore, I have never thought of taking a transportation pot in person to go to the other party's city.

In the past few months, it has been like years of using a letter filled with words to feel her on the other side of the letter.

Until now, Sakura had not mentioned her feelings after that day in her text.

But even though he knew this, Takiichi still tried to find the residue left by that overwhelming experience in the form of receiving letters from her and replying to letters written by himself.

Even though I know it is in vain, I still keep searching.

And gradually, because he found nothing, the deliberate not mentioning the things that happened on the day they left also made Takiichi a little tired.

And just when she had given up her persistence, Sakura's letter aimed at what she had been expecting.

This is the intersection of time. If my past self traveled to the future and faced this text message from her, I would be inexplicably surprised.

I thought innocently like "We are only separated temporarily, and she still likes me after all."

During the more than ten years since they met and met Sakura, they would always open their mailboxes and check them every day when they went to school and when they returned home.

Or asking family members, this has become a daily routine that has been repeated every day for several years.

No...it's more of a habit on the body than a daily routine.

It's like relying on something, waiting for each other's letters.

When I was young, I would be very happy if I could receive letters from each other in the mailbox or from my family.

This kind of happiness is better than getting pocket money and red envelopes from parents.

But now, while I am happy, I also feel a weak feeling of powerlessness in the corner of my heart.

Really, that's when I had such an idea.

I obviously feel it clearly and what is actually in my hand, but now I can't get it no matter how I stretch out my hand.

Therefore, when I receive a text message from Sakura and think about whether to reply, the words organized in my mind always turn into something else.
Chapter completed!