She struck such a delicate and fragile pose, embodying the allure of a captivating beauty that could melt even steel into soft ribbons, and dry ice would vaporize at her feet.
Fujiwara Reya simply clamped his mouth shut, opting not to speak.
His gaze shifted, one moment on her, the next on Mrs. Hoshimi, showing a clear intention of ignoring them unless they spoke first.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you," Mrs. Kasahara said with a faint smile, "Asakusa Shrine searched for Natsuki Makawa for seven years, only to find her finally in Hokkaido. But with her was a little girl, six years old, with golden hair and eyes."
That was his mother when she was young... Fujiwara Reya's chest tightened instantly.
"Without a doubt, that girl was the child of Natsuki Makawa and Shodokan; her name was Natsuki Rin." Mrs. Kasahara's voice, though not loud, echoed throughout the courtyard with its elegant clarity.
In an instant, countless gazes were cast in their direction.
