He parked the bicycle by the street.
Uesugi Sakura looked back and saw that it was Hanamaru Hanabi, sitting sideways on the back seat, who had taken off her own scarf and tied it on him.
"Still cold?" The girl's voice softly said in his ear.
"No more..." Uesugi Sakura touched the scarf around his neck, lingering with the girl's fragrance, and pulled it down a bit, resting his chin on it.
"Don't say Hanabi doesn't care about Sakura-kun, okay?"
Uesugi Sakura knew she was speaking as Black Hanabi.
Hanamaru Hanabi's gaze refocused on the scenery continuously passing by on the roadside, her voice carried a sentiment: "Sakura-kun, do you think Hanabi seems like a wife like this?"
"Hanabi, you are a wife."
