Perhaps her husband's previous words left her uncertain about what kind of response she wanted to hear from Dubian Che.
December 26, the first day Dubian Che returned to Iwate Prefecture.
He woke up early and started his part-time postman job.
He had started this job after he began middle school to save up for expensive study books.
Before and after he did this job, the postman for Misezawa Village had always been his father.
Now, he was continuing the work just to let his parents know that he was a hardworking child, and they needn't worry about him too much.
Additionally, he was used to waking up early and liked to find something to do.
It was still dark outside.
The Honda Cub wound its way along the field paths, across the little bridge over the creek, and up the mountain road lined with towering trees, the cold wind blowing against Dubian Che's face.
"Ah, my love has gone far away with the south wind—"
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