"Come over here." Fujiwara Reya led her by the hand and they sat down on the terrace.
Behind them was a rail made of redwood, looking out to the river flowing with radiant lights, with dreams from the boats pressing against the starry river. Turning inward, there was a luxuriously decorated stage where the true form of a Sakura Demon was revealed, cherry blossoms draping down like willow branches, endlessly magnificent.
As soon as they sat down, birds adorned in colorful feathers approached with a basket, offering fine wine and exquisite dishes.
The portions were small, crafted with exceptional delicacy and luxury. Originally quite indifferent, Yukino Ritsuko suddenly frowned, worriedly asking, "Aren't these expensive?"
Fujiwara Reya blinked.
In the glow of the candlelight, she seemed to return to that foolish woman troubled over money, her pure and innocent expression reappearing as if snowflakes floating in darkness in Fujiwara Reya's eyes.
