She immediately extended her right hand, trying to reach for Fujiwara Reya's hand behind him, so she twisted her body to the right, her face burying directly into Fujiwara Reya's chest.
But after a gentle touch, she quickly moved her face away.
Fujiwara Reya watched as the woman's body swayed towards him, seemingly carrying an indescribable alluring charm. It was as if this charm was an instinctual mystery of women. Just a brief contact, like a fleeting, warm fragrance.
"Give it back to me," Kawashima Miki stepped back, leaning against the pillar, looking at him with a pale face.
The rainwater came in through the window, wetting her neck, and the droplets clung to the fine hairs as if they were newly formed sweat.
"It has a faint scent."
Fujiwara Reya lowered his head and smelled the flowers in the black pottery jar.
Snow-white petals, emerald green leaves, a delicate fragrance, and the warmth of the pottery jar under his hand.
