Sword lily, hydrangea, Silver Leaf Chrysanthemum, yellow cosmos....
The flower shop is filled with a variety of colorful flowers, but when it comes to picking flowers for Hanabi, he still chooses the White Lily.
Pure, elegant, fresh, lightly inhaling the fragrant scent brings joy to the heart.
In his eyes, Hanamaru Hanabi is just such a girl.
Uesugi Sakura adorned her little straw hat with a bunch of lilies he bought, she tilted her head down slightly, holding the hat with both hands.
"Is it done...?"
"It's done." Uesugi Sakura put his hands down and smiled at her.
The White Lily adorned the little straw hat, below it was a delicately outlined face as if drawn with a brush, her eyes glanced upward, her every move full of the ethereal quality of a young girl.
"How do you see yourself like this? Let me take a picture for you."
Upon hearing a picture was to be taken, the girl quickly stood upright, clasping her ringed hands together in front of her white dress.
