I returned to my house and picked the best tea leaves. Although I said best tea leaves, the villagers could only drink the tea leaves that wouldn't sell. I picked and gathered the pieces of dried petal that was seldom mixed among the tea leaves.
I'd only been able to drink a tea made from high-quality tea leaves a few times. It somehow felt strange. Even though these were the tea leaves that we'd worked hard to raise from a seedling before being gathered, dried, and sold…
Back when I drank the tea made from tea leaves which they said were the highest-quality during my sister's marriage celebration, I was moved by its especially rich fragrance and its golden color like the morning sun lighting the clouds. I still remembered that I wanted to enjoy this tea again.
I carried the teawares and tea leaves which I'd worked hard to pick, and told my young brother to boil water before going to the garden where Rafen was waiting.
「Rafen. I wonder when can we get married?」
